Tis blacke, & of my dying; for 'twas I To cheate my brother of my fathers lands, Layd this most hellish plott.

The perrills I have past, the plotts and traynes!

Your plott here to withdraw all the old Soldiers From the Commandement of the States, and wyn them To serve for your ends in a Civill war.

I can affect the foole upon Good tearmes, and could devise a plott to noose My amorous woodcock, if you privatlie Assist me and dare trust me with some Jewell Of price, that is not knowne, which shalbe faithfully Restor'd Madam.

La. Without witchcraft, sir, I have a stratageme to delude my husband And all his jealous waking eyes, a plott That cannot faile if you dare but expect me.

You have no plott to accuse me for a rape?

La. Wee will withdraw And let me know how you have cast the plott.

But here comes he that hathe brayne to plott And spyrrytt to acte.

Twas a speedinge plott To sende me into Spayne, whylst Ganelon Tooke the ryght course; yet, if I had beene here, The envyous destenye that dothe attende On all my undertakings, would have made My best meanes uslesse to have hynderd it.

My most worthye cossen, Will you not take advantage of thys plott? Orl.

Tys put to tryall; but I doe suspecte Theire whysprynge plotts.

Goe where you will, He hathe a plott that haunts you.

My plotts are layd most certayne & no fatte Can interposse betwixte theym:

Nowe to fayle Is past all revelatyon: suer as deathe Our whole plott is reveeld.

Suer as deathe, our plott is all disclosd.

howe speede your noble plotts?

He hathe forborne th'incounter, and in that Hathe drownd us in amazement: we suppose Our plotts discoverd.

I am lost in treason: my fordgd hand Hathe whored my liveinge syster & displays All my basse plotts agaynst the emperoure.

Tush I have plott for that too; hee, no questione, That sett mee on to compasse this my will, May when the up-shoote comes assist mee still.

This is the penalty belonges to servyce: Masters still plott to theire owne private ends, And wee that are theire slaves and ministers Are cheef still in the troble; they ingrosse The pleasure and the proffitt, and wee only The swett and payne.

This troblinge us, it drove us to newe plotts.

PLOTT, Robert, History of Staffordshire, iii. 187.

" "All that great cellar lately rebuilt, and the plott of ground or pallace thereto belonging lately converted into a cellar.