185 And ’tis well seen he found an enemy.
[♦] Queen. Then you, belike, suspect these noblemen
As guilty of Duke Humphrey’s timeless death.
War. Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh
And sees fast by a butcher with an axe,
190 But will suspect ’twas he that made the slaughter?
Who finds the partridge in the puttock’s nest,
But may imagine how the bird was dead,
Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak?
Even so suspicious is this tragedy.