bemadding

Sir , I do know you
And dare upon the warrant of my note
Commend a dear thing to you . There is division ,
Although as yet the face of it is covered
With mutual cunning , ’twixt Albany and Cornwall ,
Who have — as who have not , that their great stars
Throned and set high ? — servants , who seem no less ,
Which are to France the spies and speculations
Intelligent of our state . But true it is , From from France there comes
a power
Into this scattered kingdom , who already ,
Wise in our negligence , have secret feet
In some of our best ports and are at point
To show their open banner . Now to you :
If on my credit you dare build so far
To make your speed to Dover , you shall find
Some that will thank you , making just report
Of how unnatural and bemadding sorrow
The King hath cause to plain : . what What hath been seen ,
Either in snuffs and packings of the dukes ,
Or the hard rein which both of them hath borne
Against the old kind king , or something deeper ,
Whereof perchance these are but furnishings . —
I am a gentleman of blood and breeding ,
And from some knowledge and assurance offer
This office to you .