By interception which they dream not of

Enter EXETER, BEDFORD, and WESTMORELAND

BEDFORD
'Fore God, his grace is bold,
to trust these traitors.

EXETER
They shall be apprehended by and by.

WESTMORELAND
How smooth and even they do bear themselves!
As if allegiance in their bosoms sat,
Crowned with faith and constant loyalty.

BEDFORD
The king hath note of all that they intend,
By interception which they dream not of.

EXETER
Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow,
Whom he hath dull'd and cloy'd with gracious favours,
That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell
His sovereign's life to death and treachery.

Trumpets sound.

A late Friday afternoon at the office. Nice to get the billable hours over with in the first part of the year, although it would be nice to get to the draw one of these days... Walking home from the recruitment session for the new kids last night, I stopped into the Old Triangle for one Guinness and had four, as the clock in the corner ticked down from 65 days to 64. Time flies so quickly and then it is gone. There were some old women and a guy from Aberdeen that was so hilariously Scottish it made me feel just great.

Star-gazers: "Ladies of the pavement who walk by night, not so much, however, to study the heavenly bodies as to dispose of their own." -Albert Barrere and Charles Leland, from my 2007 daily "Forgotten English" calender. Nicely done.