Detracted my great action, made my faith
And loyalty suspected, in which failing
He sought my life by practice.

_Hub_. With what fore-head
Do you speak this to me? who (as I know't)
Must, and will say 'tis false.

_Wol_. My Guard there.

_Hub_. Sir, you bad me sit, and promis'd you would hear,
Which I now say you shall; not a sound more,
For I that am contemner of mine own,
Am Master of your life; then here's a Sword
Between you, and all aids, Sir, though you blind
The credulous beast, the multitude, you pass not
These gross untruths on me.

_Wol_. How? gross untruths?

_Hub_. I, and it is favourable language,
They had been in a mean man lyes, and foul ones.

_Wol_. You take strange Licence.

_Hub_. Yes, were not those rumours
Of being called unto your answer, spread
By your own followers? and weak _Gerrard_ wrought
(But by your cunning practice) to believe
That you were dangerous; yet not to be