Look, what I speak, my life shall prove it true;<br/>That Mowbray hath received eight thousand nobles<br/>In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers,<br/>The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments,<br/>Like a false traitor and injurious villain.<br/>Besides I say and will in battle prove,<br/>Or here or elsewhere to the furthest verge<br/>That ever was survey'd by English eye,<br/>That all the treasons for these eighteen years<br/>Complotted and contrived in this land<br/>Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring.<br/>Further I say and further will maintain<br/>Upon his bad life to make all this good,<br/>That he did plot the Duke of Gloucester's death,<br/>Suggest his soon-believing adversaries,<br/>And consequently, like a traitor coward,<br/>Sluiced out his innocent soul through streams of blood:<br/>Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries,<br/>Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth,<br/>To me for justice and rough chastisement;<br/>And, by the glorious worth of my descent,<br/>This arm shall do it, or this life be spent.