Onely with that poore colour: tis the common100
And more then whore-like tricke of treacherie
And vermine bred to rapine and to ruine,
For which this fault is still to be accus'd;
Since good acts faile, crafts and deceits are us'd.
If it be other, never pittie mee.105
Aum. Sir, we are glad, beleeve it, and have hope
The King will so conceit it.
Cler. At his pleasure.
In meane time, what's your will, Lord Lieutenant?