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I come, my lord of Huntley, who in council Requires your present aid. Hunt. Some weighty business? Craw. A secretary from a duke of York, The second son to the late English Edward, Conceal’d, I know not where, these fourteen years, Craves audience from our master; and ’t is said The duke himself is following to the court. Hunt. Duke upon duke!’t is well, 'tis well; here’s bustling For majesty;-my lord, I will along with you. ~ Craw. My service, noble lady. Rath. Please you walk, sir? IDal. “Times have their changes; sorrow makes men wise ; The sun itself must set as well as rise;” Then, why not I? Fair madam, I wait on you.
London.—An Apartment in the Tower.
Enter the Bishop of DURHAM, Sir Robert CLIFFoRD, and URswick.-Lights.
Dur. You find, Sir Robert Clifford, how securely
ship to Huntley, his elder brother Alexander (dead at this period) having imarried Lady i. Gordon, the earl's second daughter.—Gifford,
Urs. Remember not the witchcraft, or the magic, The charms and incantations, which the sorceress Of Burgundy hath cast upon your reason: Sir Robert, be your own friend now, discharge Your conscience freely ; all of such as love you, Stand sureties for your honesty and truth. Take heed you do not dally with the king, He is wise as he is gentle.
Clif. I am miserable, If Henry be not merciful. Urs. The king comes.
Enter King HENRY. K. Hen. Clifford ! Clif. [Kneels.] Let my weak knees rot on the
earth, If I appear as lep'rous in
treacheries, Before your royal eyes, as to my own I seem a monster, by my breach of truth. K. Hen. Clifford, stand. up; for instance of thy
Clif. A sovereign balm
[Kisses the King's hand, and rises. Sir, you are a just master, but I
K. Hen. Tell me,
Clif. True, as I wish heaven,
To the superstitious Irish; since the beard
In the French tongue unto your sacred excellence,
K. Hen. A subtle villain
Dur. French, both in heart and actions.
treason; Speak them.
Clif. Not any of the best; your fortune
| Stole into Flanders, flourishing the rags, &c.] In this expedition Perkin did not land, and those of his followers whom he sent on shore at Sandwich were defeated by the Kentish men. The prisoners, to the amount of 150 (mostly foreigners), were executed—“ Hanged," as Lord Bacon says,
upon the seacoast of Kent, Sussex, and Norfolk, for seamarks, or lighthouses, to warn Perkin's people to avoid the coast.”— GIFFORD.
2 Stephen Frion.] Frion had been seduced from Henry's service by the Dutchess of Burgundy; and was a very active agent in the great drama which she was now preparing to bring forward. “He followed Perkin's fortunes for a long while,” Bacon says, “and was indeed his principal counsellor and instrument in all his proceedings."--GIFFORD. .
Perkin must hearken to; but Frion, cúnning
K. Hen. Still more Frion !
Clif. Oh, sir, here I must break
K. Hen. Well, well, be brief, be brief.
K. Hen. Churchmen are turn'd devils.
Clif. One more remains
K. Hen. Ha, Clifford ! one more ?
Clif. Great sir, do not hear him ;
K. Hen. Urswick, the light !
Dur. You alter strangely, sir. K. Hen. Alter, lord bishop! 1 All these were seized, tried, and condemned for high-treason: most of them perished upon the scaffold. Worsley and the two Dominicans wero spared.--GIPTORD.
Why, Clifford stabb'd me, or I dream'd he stabb'd me.
Clif. 1 dare, and once more,
Dur. Most strange!
Clif. Sir William Stanley is your secret enemy,
Drir. You lose your constant temper.
K. Hen. Sir William Stanley ! O do not blame me ; he, 't was only he, Who, having rescued me in Bosworth field From Richard's bloody sword, snatch'd from his head The kingly crown, and placed it first on mine.' I Shakspeare thus notices the circumstance:
“Enter STANLEY bearing the Crown. “ Stanley. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou acquit thee! Lo here, this long usurped royalty From the dead temples of this bloody wretch Have I plack'd off, to grace thy brows withali Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it."- Atenard ni.