If my trade a blight upon the nation br preaching loyalty with a drying tongue br England play host to my blood relation br betrayed by the loins of your own treason. br Sardonic riches are the gold I won br that only buys what wealth decides to lose, br gimmickry can never raise my station br or veil me from the deeds that I have done; br but, if this Lady be the one I choose br how fell a grip would my hand dare to use.