Then shall I charme thee, hold thy lauish toong.
[♦] Cap. Away with him, Water, I say, and off with his hed.
1. Priso. Good my Lord, intreat him mildly for your life.
Suffolke. First let this necke stoupe to the axes edge,
65 Before this knee do bow to any,
Saue to the God of heauen and to my King:
Suffolkes imperiall toong cannot pleade
To such a Iadie groome.
[♦] Water. Come, come, why do we let him speake,
70 I long to haue his head for raunsome of mine eye.