Orl.  O my most sacred lorde, I bring you here
The worlds extreamest monster, suche a man
Whose ills exceede the lawes inventyon. 
Fyrst looke on thys, the fayre & comelye braunche
Of Aimons noble famylie; then on theise,
His fayrest syster & hys dearest mother
(O heaven that I should name that dreadfull name
In such a case as murder!) all by hym
And hys right hand, with thys ill mans advyse,
Murderd unjustlye.

Rei.  To which I adde
Treasons of daunger & of hye disgrace
Bothe to your crowne & person; and thoughe they
Myght glutt the lawe, yet my brothers blood
And theise twoe inocentts, I hope, will pleade
Dyvorce of all repryvall.

Oli.  Lastlye I
With theys stronge proofs, cannot be argued of,
Confyrme all past denyall; hys owne hand
Here of thys pap[er] maks a regyster [Gives the letter. 
Of myscheives above wonder.  Who reads thys,
Thoughe flynte, must melt in pyttie.

Bus.  Dye all my hopes, & in thys masse of shame
Be buryed both my memorye & name.
                                  [Ex.  La Busse.

Gan.  What a lardge passage or cyrcompherence
Theise prynces make to come unto the way
Which lyes before theire nosses! tys lost wytt
To seeke an engyne for the desperatt,
Why, deathes in all he looks on; but to hope
Saftye were more then dyetye[105] can promysse. 
Let it suffyce all’s true, & thus I rest: 
If I dye once, not ever, I am blest.

Char.  I am amazd:  what I have reade & heard
Tournes me like Gorgon into senclessnes. 
He speaks heare of a rynge, a wytchcraft rynge,
By which I was inchaunted to hys syster. 
Where is that damned juell?

Tur.  Here in my safe possessyon, thys is it,
Which at her deathe, lodgd underneathe her tonge,
I found by carefull searche.  Good deare sir, keepe it
And hencefourthe onlye love your royall selfe. 
The spell is past example, & hys synne
Can onlye ballance downe the wyckednes.

Gan.  Butt I confes it, & the sorcerrer
That made it I did murder conynglye,
And at her deathe had I recompast it,
I had beene kynge of Fraunce.  Thys noble knave
Was pryvie to the passadge.

Did.  Tys toe late Nowe to denye it:  deathe never bryngs hys smarte But when a strycks gaynst lawe or gaynst desarte.

Char.  Away with them, & see theym presentlye
Broken uppon the wheele.
                [Ex.  Gan.  Did. & guard. 
                         Nephewe, for you
I give you freelye here the realme of Spayne
And all domynions in it; for your guarde
Ten thousand of our best Frenche gentyllmen. 
And wishe your fortunes like your valure be
The best of everye lived posterytie.

Orl.  Sir[106], you doe bynde me to eternall servyce
Bothe in your love & justyce, for we fynde
Th’instructyons that on evyll men depends
Is to compare theire projects with theire ends.