Bar. Who sees, and shunne not harmes, deserue the same:
Beholde the tenor of this traiterous plot.
Doro. What should I reade? Perhappes he wrote it not.
Bar. Heere is his warrant vnder seale and signe,
To Iaques borne in France to murther you.
Doro. Ah carelesse King, would God this were not thine
What tho I reade? Ah should I thinke it true? 1420
Rosse. The hand and seale confirmes the deede is his.
Doro. What know I tho, if now he thinketh this?
Nauo. Madame Lucretius faith, that to repent,
Is shildish wisdome to preuent.
Doro. What tho?
Nano. Then cease your teares, that haue dismaid you,
And crosse the foe before hee haue betrayed you.
Bar. What needes this long suggestions in this cause?
When euery circumstance confirmeth trueth:
First let the hidden mercie from aboue, 1430
Confirme your grace, since by a wondrous meanes,
The practise of your daungers came to light:
Next let the tokens of appooued trueth,
Gouerne and stay your thoughts, too much seduc’t,
And marke the sooth, and listen the intent,
Your highnesse knowes, and these my noble Lords,
Can witnesse this, that whilest your husbands sirre
In happie peace possest the Scottish Crowne,
I was his sworne attendant heere in Court,
In daungerous sight I neuer fail’d my Lord. 1440
And since his death, and this your husbands raigne,
No labour, dutie, haue I left vndone,
To testifie my zeale vnto the Crowne:
But now my limmes are weake, mine eyes are dim,
Mine age vnweldie and vnmeete for toyle:
I came to court in hope for seruice past,
To gaine some lease to keepe me beeing olde,
There found I all was vpsie turuy turnd,
My friends displac’ff, the Nobles loth to craue,
Then fought I to the minion of the King, 1450
Auteukin, who allured by a bribe,
Assur’d me of the lease for which I fought:
But see the craft, when he had got the graunt,
He wrought to sell it to Sir Siluester,
In hope of greater earnings from his hands:
In briefe, I learnt his craft, and wrought the meanes,
By one his needie seruants for reward,
To steale from out his pocket all the briefes,
Which hee perform’d, and with reward resignd
Them when I read (now marke the power of God) 1460
I found this warrant seald among the rest,
To kill your grace, whom God long keepe aliue.
Thus in effect, by wonder are you sau’d,
Trifle not then, bnt seeke a speakie flight,
God will conduct your steppes, and shield the right.