King. First thanks to heauen, & next to thee my friend,
That hast subdude that wicked traitor thus.
50 O let me see that head that in his life,
Did worke me and my land such cruell spight,
A visage sterne, cole blacke his curled locks,
Deepe trenched furrowes in his frowning brow,
Presageth warlike humors in his life.
55 Here take it hence and thou for thy reward,
Shalt be immediatly created Knight.
[♦] Kneele downe my friend, and tell me whats thy name?