And yet none know.
Cant. In grief I say 'tis so;
And England lies in shame that her chief lord,
Raised to administer her vaunted justice,
Should prove so base, so foul, that——
Ade. O, my lord,
He must be nobler than you think, else would your king
Lift him so high?—make him his friend,
And with an earldom top his risen fortune?
May be he overcapped too many whom