Shaking the bloody darts as he his bells.
Full often, like a shag-hair’d crafty kerne,
Hath he conversed with the enemy,
And undiscover’d come to me again
370 And given me notice of their villanies.
This devil here shall be my substitute;
For that John Mortimer, which now is dead,
In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble:
By this I shall perceive the commons’ mind,
375 How they affect the house and claim of York.