And that your zeal had been more temperate!
For, by the workings of my soul, I find
This was the instrument, but not the head.
Off. Name him you deem the murderer, good my lord!
Vor. Be silent, and mark well, that I shall say:
The Scots, you know, bear us fell enmity:
Many of rank do tarry in our court;
On them the guilt of this foul murder rests.
I pray you, instantly despatch the guard,
And seize each Scotsman ye shall chance to meet.