It impeached Sir Rowland Blake and Mr.Richard Westmacott of holding treasonable communication with James Scott, Duke of Monmouth, and of plotting against His Majesty's life and throne and the peace of His Majesty's realms.
Blake listened with unconcealed impatience to the farrago of legal phrases, and snorted contemptuously when the reading came to an end.
Albemarle looked at him darkly.

"I do thank God," said he, "that through Mr.Westmacott's folly has this hideous plot, this black and damnable treason, been brought to light in time to enable us to stamp out this fire ere it is well kindled.

Have you aught to say, sir ?" "I have to say that the whole charge a foul and unfounded lie," said Sir Rowland bluntly: "I never plotted in my life against anything but my own prosperity, nor against any man but myself." Albemarle smiled coldly at his colleagues, then turned to Westmacott.
"And you, sir ?" he said.

"Are you as stubborn as your friend ?" "I incontinently deny the charge," said Richard, and he contrived that his voice should ring bold and resolute.
"A charge built on air," sneered Blake, "which the first breath of truth should utterly dispel.

We have heard the impeachment.