“By so much shall I falsifie mens hopes, And like bright Mettall on a sullen ground: My reformation glittering o're my fault, Shall shew more goodly, and attract more eyes, Then that which hath no foyle to set it off. Ile so offend, to make offence a skill, Redeeming time, when men thinke least I will.
Scoena Tertia. Enter the King, Northumberland, Worcester, Hotspurre, Sir Walter Blunt, and others. King. My blood hath beene too cold and temperate,
Vnapt to stirre at these indignities, And you haue found me; for accordingly,”