Will be the fountaine to a purple sea.
The present lust and shift made for Kings lives,
Against the pure forme and just power of law,55
Will thrive like shifters purchases; there hangs
A blacke starre in the skies, to which the sunne
Gives yet no light, will raine a poyson'd shower
Into your entrailes, that will make you feele
How little safetie lies in treacherous steele.60
Hen. Well, sir, Ile beare it; y'have a brother to
Bursts with like threates, the skarlet Cardinall—