Not sleeping, to engross his idle body,
But praying, to enrich his watchful soul:
[♦] Happy were England, would this gracious prince
[♦] Take on himself the sovereignty thereof:
[♦] But, sure, I fear, we shall ne’er win him to it.
[♦] May. Marry, God forbid his grace should say us nay!
[♦] Buck. I fear he will.
Re-enter CATESBY.
How now, Catesby, what says your lord?
[♦] Cate. My lord,