. Memoirs of the city of London and its celebrities. Traf. [Looking askant at Sir ^.] Heaven forbidThat Martin Trafford should so wrong a friendAs evn to guess him guilty! K. Henry. What award Deemst thou such baseness merits 1. THE LAST WAR OF THE ROSES. 341 Traf. Good my liege ! Death were too merciful a penalty. Stan. [Aside to Digby.] What sayst thou —He bears well, I trow, the bruntOf the kings questioning. Digby. {Aside to Stanley.] He doth, my lord ;For still his compact with the Evil OneAbides the hour of cancelling. K. Henry. Sir Knight! These are the writings. — Scan them well!
. Memoirs of the city of London and its celebrities. Traf. [Looking askant at Sir ^.] Heaven forbidThat Martin Trafford should so wrong a friendAs evn to guess him guilty! K. Henry. What award Deemst thou such baseness merits 1. THE LAST WAR OF THE ROSES. 341 Traf. Good my liege ! Death were too merciful a penalty. Stan. [Aside to Digby.] What sayst thou —He bears well, I trow, the bruntOf the kings questioning. Digby. {Aside to Stanley.] He doth, my lord ;For still his compact with the Evil OneAbides the hour of cancelling. K. Henry. Sir Knight! These are the writings. — Scan them well! — per-chanceThy wit may recognise the characters. [Trafford examines them. Traf, My liege ! I know them not! — and yet,methinks,They bear a close resemblance in their shapeTo certain writings of Sir ReginaldHer Grace from time to time has shown to me. Bray. Before thy coming, sir ! his Grace ob-serv^edThis foul attempt to work me ill; but, thanksTo my long-proved attachment to his house,My liege absolves me of this damning sin. Traf. And am not I absolved} — for, by mytroth!I see black looks arraign me. — O my liege!Let me not slink through life a branded cursed, more black, than Cain ! K. Heniy. We mu
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