I see great Cecil shine without a rival,

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And England bless him, as her guardian saint.

Such potent instruments I have prepared,

As shall, with speed, o'erturn this hated man,

And dash him down, by proof invincible.

Bur. His day of glory now is set in night;

And all my anxious hopes, at last, are crown'd.

Those proofs against him, Raleigh—

Ral. All arrived.

Bur. Arrived! how? when?

Ral. This very hour, my lord:

Nay more, a person comes, of high distinction,

To prove some secret treaties made by Essex,

With Scotland's monarch, and the proud Tyrone.

Bur. How say'st? to prove them?

Ral. Ay, my lord, and back'd

With circumstances of a stronger nature.

It now appears, his secretary, Cuff,

With Blunt and Lee, were deep concern'd in this

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