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A wholesome taste again: alas! I know, sir,
What an unequal distance lies between
Great Huntley's daughter's birth and Dalyell's fore

She's the king's kinswoman, placed near the crown,
A princess of the blood, and I a subject.
Hunt. Right; but a noble subject; put in that

too. Dal. I could add more; and in the rightest line, Derive my pedigree from Adam Mare, A Scottish knight; whose daughter was the mother To him who first begot the race of Jameses, That sway the sceptre to this very day. But kindreds are not ours, when once the date of many years have swallow'd up the memory Of their originals; so pasture-fields, Neighbouring too near the ocean, are supp'd up And known no more: for stood I in my first And native greatness, if my princely mistress Vouchsafed me not her servani, 't were as good I were reduced to clownery, to nothing, As to a throne of wonder.

Hunt. Now, by Saint Andrew, A spark of metal! he has a brave fire in him. I would he had my daughter, so I knew 't not. But 't must not be so, must not.—[ Aside.]-Well,

young lord, This will not do yet; if the girl be headstrong, And will not hearken to good counsel, steal her, And run away with her; dance' galliards, do, And frisk about the world to learn the languages: 'T will be a thriving trade; you may set up by 't.

Dal. With pardon, noble Gordon, this disdain Suits not your daughter's virtue, or my constancy. Hunt. You're angry-would he would beat me, I deserve it.


1A lively, leaping, nimble French dance; from gallard, gayNARIS'N GLOSSARY.

Dalyell, thy hand, we are friends: follow thy court

ship, Take thine own time and speak; if thou prevail'st With passion, more than I can with my counsel, She's thine; nay, she is thine: 't is a fair match, Free and allow'd. I'll only use my tongue, Without a father's power; use thou thine; Self do, self have—no more words;'win and wear

her. Dal. You bless me; I am now too poor in thanks Το pay

the debt I owe you.
Hunt. Nay, thou’rt poor enough.-
I love his spirit infinitely.—Look ye,
She comes: to her now, to her, to her!

Kath. The king commands your presence, sir.

Hunt. The gallant-
This, this, this lord, this servant, Kate, of yours,
Desires to be your masier.

Kath. I acknowledge him
A worthy friend of mine.

Dal. Your humblest creature.

Hunt. So, so; the game's a-foot, I'm in cold hunting, The hare and hounds are parties.

(Aside. Dal. Princely lady, How most unworthy I am to employ My services, in honour of your virtues, How hopeless my desires are to enjoy Your fair opinion, and much more your love; Are only matters of despair, unless Your goodness gives large warrants to my boldness, My feeble-wing'd ambition. Hunt. This is scurvy.

Aside. Kath. My lord, I interrupt you not.

Hunt. Indeed! Now on my life she'll court him.-[Aside.)-Nay,

nay, on, sir. Dal. Oft have I tuned the lesson of my sorrows

To sweeten discord, and enrich your pity,
But all in vain: here had my comforts sunk
And never ris'n again, to tell a story
Of the despairing lover, had not now,
Even now, the earl your father-
Hunt. He means me sure.

[.Aside. Dal. After some fit disputes of your

condition, Your highness and my lowness, given a license Which did not more embolden, than encourage My faulting tongue.

Hụnt. How, how? how's that? embolden ? Encourage ? I encourage ye! d’ye hear, sir? A subtle trick, a quaint one. -Will you hear, man? What did I say to you? come, come, to the point.

Kath. It shall not need, my lord.

Hunt. Then hear me, Kate ! Keep you on that hand of her;'I on this.Thou stand'st between a father and a suitor, Both striving for an interest in thy heart: He courts thee for affection, I for duty; He as a servant pleads; but by the privilege Of nature, though I might command, my care Shall only counsel what it shall not force. Thou canst but make one choice; the ties of marriage Are tenures, not at will, but during life. Consider whose thou art, and who; a princess, A princess of the royal blood of Scotland, In the full spring of youth, and fresh in beauty. The king that sits upon the throne is young, And yet unmarried, forward in attempts On any least occasion, to endanger His person; wherefore, Kate, as I am confident Thou dar'st not wrong thy birth and education By yielding to a common servile rage of female wantonness, so I am confident Thou wilt proportion all thy thoughts to side' Thy equals, if not equal thy superiors.

11. e. to equal, to stand in equal place with.

My lord of Dalyell, young in years, is old
In honours, but nor eminent in titles
[N]or in estate, that may support or add to
The expectation of thy fortunes. Settle
Thy will and reason by a strength of judgment,
For, in a word, I give thee freedom; take it.
If equal fates have not ordain'd to pitch
Thy hopes above my height, let not thy passion
Lead thee to sink mine honour in oblivion:
Thou art thine own; I have done.'

Dal. Oh! you are all oracle,
The living stock and root of truth and wisdom.

Kath. My worthiest lord and father, the indulgence
Of your sweet composition thus commands
The lowest of obedience; you have granted
A liberty so large, that I want skill
To choose without direction of example:
From which I daily learn, by how much more
You take off from the roughness of a father,
By so much more am engaged to tender
The duty of a daughter. For respects
Of birth, degrees of title, and advancement,
I nor admire nor slight them: all my studies
Shall ever aim at this perfection only,
To live and die so, that you may not blush
In any course of mine to own me yours.

Hunt. Kate, Kate, thou grow'st upon my heart, Creating every other hour a jubilee.

Kath. To you, my lord of Dalyell, I address Some few remaining words: the general fame That speaks your merit, even in vulgar tongues, Proclaims it clear; but in the best, a precedent.

Hunt. Good wench, good girl, i' faith! 1 I have done. And done well too! What authority the poet had for the histrionic character of this nobleman I know not; but if the princely family of the Gordons ever numbered such a person as this among their ancestors let them be justly proud of him; for veither on the stage nor in the great drama of life will there be easily found a character to put in competition with him.-GIFFORD.

like peace,

Kath. For my part, trust me, I value mine own worth at higher rate, 'Cause you are pleas'd to prize it: if the stream Of your protested service (as you term it) Run in a constancy, more than a compliment, It shall be my delight, that worthy love Leads you to worthy actions; and these guide you Richly to wed an honourable name: So every virtuous praise, in after-ages, Shall be your heir, and I, in your brave mention, Be chronicled the mother of that issue, That glorious issue.

Hunt. Oh, that I were young again! She'd make me court proud danger, and suck spirit From reputation.

Kath. "To the present motion, Here's all that I dare answer: when a ripeness Of more experience, and some use of time, Resolves to treat the freedom of my youth Upon exchange of troths, I shall desire No surer credit of a match with virtue Than such as lives in you; meantime, my hopes are Preserv'd secure, in having you a friend.

Dal. You are a blessed lady, and instruct Ambition not to soar a farther flight, Than in the perfum'd air of your soft voice.My noble lord of Huntley, you have lent A full extent of bounty to this parley; And for it shall command your humblest servant. Hunt. Enough: we are still friends, and will con

tinue A hearty love.-Oh, Kate! thou art mine own.No more; my lord of Crawford.

Enter CRAWFORD.' Craw. From the king 1 Enter Crawford.). This is probably (for I speak with great hesitation on the subject) John, second son of David, fourth Earl of CrowCord. If I am right in this conjecture, he stood in some kind of relativt

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