65 There cast their Spelles in silence of the night,
[♦] And so resolue vs of the thing we wish,
Till when, drinke that for my sake, And so farwell. Exet Elnor.
Sir Iohn. Now sir Iohn Hum, No words but mum.
Seale vp your lips, for you must silent be,
70 These gifts ere long will make me mightie rich.
The Duches she thinks now that all is well,
But I haue gold comes from another place,
From one that hyred me to set her on,
To plot these Treasons gainst the King and Peeres,