[♦] Enforced us to this execution?
May. Now, fair befall you! he deserved his death;
[♦] And you, my good lords both, have well proceeded,
To warn false traitors from the like attempts.
[50] I never look’d for better at his hands,
After he once fell in with Mistress Shore.
[♦] Glou. Yet had not we determined he should die,
[♦] Until your lordship came to see his death;
[♦] Which now the loving haste of these our friends,
[55] Somewhat against our meaning, have prevented: