2114Cam. In mine opinion, Scroop hath well advis'd,

2115Poison will be the onely aptest mean,

2116And fittest for our purpose to dispatch him.

2117Gray. But yet there may be doubt in their delivery,

2118Harry is wise, therefore Earl of Cambridge,

2119I judge that way not so convenient.

2120Scr. What think ye then of this? I am his bedfellow,

2121And unsuspected nightly sleep with him.

2122What if I venture in those silent houres,

2123When sleep hath sealed up all mortal eyes

2124To murther him in bed? how like ye that?

2125Cam. Herein consists no safety for your self,

2126And you disclos'd, what shall become of us?

2127But this day (as ye know) he will aboard,

2128The wind's so fair, and set away for France,

2129If as he goes, or entring in the ship

2130It might be done, then were it excellent.

2131Gray. Why any of these, or if you will,

2132I'le cause a present sitting of the Councel,

2133Wherein I will pretend some matter of such weight,

2134As needs must have his royal company,

2135And so dispatch him in his Councel chamber.

2136Cam. Tush, yet I hear not any thing to purpose;

2137I wonder that Lord Cobham stayes so long,

2138His counsel in this case would much avail us.

2140Scr. What shall we rise thus, and determine nothing?

2141King. That were a shame indeed: no, sit again,

2142And you shall have my counsel in this case:

2143If you can find no way to kill the King,

2144Then you shall see how I can furnish ye;

2145Scroop's way by poison was indifferent,

2146But yet being bed-fellow to the King,

2147And unsuspected, sleeping in his bosome,

2148In mine opinion that's the likelier way.

2149For such false friends are able to do much,

2150And silent night is Treason's fittest friend.

2151Now, Cambridge in his setting hence for France,

2152Or by the way, or as he goes aboard

2153To do the deed, that was indifferent too,

2154But somewhat doubtfull.

2155Marry Lord Gray came very near the point,

2156To have the King at Counsel, and there murder him,

2157As Caesar was amongst his dearest friends.

2158Tell me, oh tell me, you bright honour's staines,

2159For which of all my kindnesses to you,

2160Are ye become thus Traitors to your King?

2161And France must have the spoil of Harrie's life.

2162All. Oh pardon us, dread Lord.

2163King. How, pardon ye? that were a sin indeed,

2164Drag them to death, which justly they deserve:

2165And France shall dearly buy this villany,

2166So soon as we set footing on her breast.

2167God have the praise for our deliverance,

2168And next our thanks, Lord Cobham, is to thee,