War. Oft haue I seene a timely parted ghost,
Of ashie semblance, pale and bloodlesse,
[60] But loe the blood is setled in his face,
More better coloured then when he liu’d,
[♦] His well proportioned beard made rough and sterne,
His fingers spred abroad as one that graspt for life,
Yet was by strength surprisde, the least of these are probable,
[65] It cannot chuse but he was murthered.
Queene. Suffolke and the Cardinall had him in charge,
And they I trust sir, are no murtherers.