Sir, My lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earl Of Hereford, Stafford, and Northampton, I Arrest thee of high treason, in the name Of our most sovereign king.
And so his peers, upon this evidence, Have found him guilty of high treason.
Say not "treasonous."
Now this follows,— Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy To the old dam, treason,—Charles the Emperor, Under pretence to see the Queen his aunt,— For ’twas indeed his colour, but he came To whisper Wolsey,—here makes visitation.
Sir, I am thankful to you; and I’ll go along By your prescription; but this top-proud fellow, Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but From sincere motions, by intelligence, And proofs as clear as founts in July when We see each grain of gravel, I do know To be corrupt and treasonous.