Hath my Lord wroung from me my slowe leaue By laboursome petition, and at last Vpon his will I seald my hard consent, I doe beseech you giue him leaue to goe.]

Now cometh this woeful wench to me vowing she heard their voices i' the night, and, to quiet these voices besought of me a pardon.

I beseech you to remember thisI beseech you to believe this, with your whole hearts, and minds, and souls, and especially just now.