We shall not spend a large expense of time
Before we reckon with your several loves,
And make us even with you.
My thanes and kinsmen,
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
In such an honour nam’d.
What’s more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,—
As calling home our exil’d friends abroad,
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny;
Producing forth the cruel ministers
Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen,—
Who, as ’tis thought, by self and violent hands
Took off her life;—this, and what needful else
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
We will perform in measure, time, and place:
So, thanks to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we invite to see us crown’d at Scone.
