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SCENA III.

King.
Unhappy fate of Monarchs! that we must
Often depend on those, we most distrust.
But of this Loyal Rhet'rick (pray) how much
In your opinions will endure the touch?

Catesby.
Sir, I believe 'tis in his Power to be
Your greatest Friend, or your worst Enemie:
The softness of his words makes but that sound
With which all hollow Bosoms most abound;
But his late Actions, I confess, have gain'd
My Faith to think his honesty not feign'd:
The rising Borderers by him supprest,
That he is sound at heart give ample test.

King.
Methinks, his great unwillingness to joyn
Forces together argues some design:
And yet I must confess his reasons are
Of weight, and fitted to the Rules of War.

L. Lovell.
Sir, my Lord Strange will for his Father be
A good collateral securitie;
He sets such value on his young Son's Head,
That he'll ne're pawn it to be forfeited.

King.
I know this bus'ness has a smiling face;
But, Lovell, watchful prudence cannot trace
The subtle ways of a dissembling Heart:
I am well read in that mysterious Art,
And can discern where all my danger lyes:
Mines have destroy'd more Towns, than Batteries.

Enter Sir William Stanly.