How darst thou traitour! Thy treason is not merely to me, but to the very realm God hath placed in my hand. Thou hast made thyselven a Judas, selling secrets to our enemies for naught! Be the treason never so privily plotted, it is discovered. Justice schal be swift, for thou art a viper that hath stung the brest that warmed thee. Oh untrewe servant! Thou hast bitraien thy liege lady into the hand of our mortel foen! We bestowed upon thee trust and high degree, and thou hast rendered us treason! The foule snake in the gras thou art, to selle our counsel for gold. Your trouthe is defouled. For this high act of treason, we sentence thee to be hanged, drawn and quartered! May God have mercy upon thy soul, for we shall show thee none!
