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At a few drops of women's rheum, which are

As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour

Of our great action: therefore shall he die,

And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark!

Drums and trumpets sound, with great shouts

of the people.

1. Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post,

And had no welcomes home; but he returns,

Splitting the air with noise.

2. Con. And patient fools,

Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear

With giving him glory.

3. Con. Therefore, at your vantage,

Ere he express himself, or move the people

With what he would say, let him feel your sword,

Which we will second. When he lies along,

After your way his tale pronounc'd shall bury

His reasons with his body.

Auf. Say no more:

Here come the lords.

All Lords. You are most welcome home.

Auf. I have not deserv'd it.

But, worthy lords, have you with heed perus'd

What I have written to you?

All. We have.

1. Lord. And grieve to hear 't.

What faults he made before the last, I think,

Might have found easy fines; but there to end

 46 rheum: tears, liquid secretion

50 post: messenger

54 at vantage: as soon as favorable opportunity arises

57 along: prostrate

58 After pronounc'd: your statement of his case

59 His reasons: what he might urge in his behalf

65 fines: penalties

