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Oxf. In her ageGreat sir, observe the wonder-she grows fruitful, Who, in her strength of youth, was always barren: Nor are her births as other mothers' are, At nine or ten months' end ; she has been with

child Eight, or seven years at least; whose twins being

born (A prodigy in nature), even the youngest Is fifteen years of age at his first entrance, As soon as known i' th' world tall striplings, strong And able to give battle unto kings; Idols of Yorkish malice.

[Daw.] And but idols; A steely hammer crushes them to pieces. K. Hen. Lambert, the eldest, lords, is in our

service, Preferr'd by an officious care of duty From the scullery to a falconer; strange example! Which shows the difference between noble natures And the base-born: but for the upstart duke, The new-revived York, Edward's second son, Murder'd long since i' th' Tower; he lives again, And vows to be your king.

Stan. The throne is filled, sir.

K. Hen. True, Stanley; and the lawful heir sits
A guard of angels, and the holy prayers
of loyal subjects are a sure defence
Against all force and counsel of intrusion.-
But now, my lords, put case, some of our nobles,
Our Great Ones, should give countenance and

courage
To trim duke Perkin; you will all confess
Our bounties have unthriftily been scatter'd
Among unthankful men.

Daw. Unthankful beasts,
Dogs, villains, traitors!

K. Hen. Dawbeney, let the guilty

on it:

Keep silence; I accuse none, though I know
Foreign attempts against a state and kingdom
Are seldom without some great friends at home.

Stan. Sir, if no other abler reasons else
Of duty or allegiance could divert
A headstrong resolution, yet the dangers
So lately past by men of blood and fortunes
In Lambert Simnel's party,' must command
More than a fear, a terror to conspiracy.
The high-born Lincoln, son to De la Pole,
The earl of Kildare ([the] lord Geraldine),
Francis lord Lovell, and the German baron,
Bold Martin Swart, with Broughton and the rest
(Most spectacles of ruin, some of mercy);
Are precedents sufficient to forewarn
The present times, or any that live in them,
What folly, nay, what madness 't were to lift
A finger up in all defence but yours,
Which can be but impostorous in a title.
K. Hen. Stanley, we know thou lov'st us, and thy

heart Is figur'd on thy tongue; nor think we less Of any's here.--How closely we have hunted This cub (since he unlodg’d) from hole to hole, Your knowledge is our chronicle; first Ireland, The common stage of novelty, presented This gewgaw to oppose us; there the Geraldines And Butlers once again stood in support Of this colossic statue: Charles of France Thence call'd him into his protection,

1 Simnel's party.) Simnel's party (for he himself was a mere puppet in the hands of the Earl of Lincoln) was utterly defeated in the battle of Newark,

2 “Bold Martin Swart," one of the most celebrated of those soldiers of fortune who, in that age, traversed Europe with a band of mercenaries, ready to fight for the first person that would pay them, fell in this action, aster“ performing bravely,” as the noble historian says, “ with his Germans." Lambert was taken prisoner. Henry saved his life, for which Bacon produces many good reasons, and advanced him first to the dignity of a turnspit in his own kitchen, and subsequently to that of an under-falconer.-GITTORD.

Dissembled him the lawful heir of England;
Yet this was all but French dissimulation,
Aiming at peace with us; which, being granted
On honourable terms on our part, suddenly
This smoke of straw was pack'd from France again,

T'infect some grosser air: and now we learn
(Maugre the malice of the bastard Nevill,
Šir' Taylor, and a hundred English rebels)
They're all retired to Flanders, to the dam
That nursed this eager whelp, Margaret of Bur-

gundy. But we will hunt him there too! we will hunt him, Hùnt him to death, even in the beldam's closet, Though the archduke were his buckler!

Sur. She has styled him,
“ The fair white rose of England.”.

Daw. Jolly gentleman!
More fit to be a swabber to the Flemish,
After a drunken surfeit.

Enter URSWICK.
Urs. Gracious sovereign,
Please you peruse this paper. [The king reads.

Dur. The king's countenance
Gathers a sprightly blood.

Daw. Good news; believe it.
K. Hen. Urswick, thine ear.2 – Thou hast lodged

him?

I Sir Taylor is a very unusual method of designating a knight; but perhaps the king does it in scorn.-Gifford.

2 Urswick, thine ear.] Christopher Urswick was at this time almoner to the king. He had been chaplain to the Countess of Richmond, who afterward married Thomas Lord Stanley, the elder brother of Sir W. Stanley, the person here implicated; and was trusted by this nobleman with the correspondence between him and Richmond (Henry VII.), and therefore, perhaps, much in his confidence and esteem. His eager importunity to betray the brother of his former patron argues but little for his character; but in those days much consistency is rarely to be found. Weaver, who gives his epitaph (by which it appears that he possessed and resigned several high stations in the church), concludes thus“ Here let him rest, as an example for all unjust prelates to admire, and for few or none to imitate."--The news which Urswick now communi.

Clif. I go, sir.

(Exit. K. Hen. Die all our griefs with Stanley! Take'

this staff Of office, Dawbeney ;' henceforth be our chamber

lain.
Daw. I am your humblest servant.

K. Hen. We are follow'd
By enemies at home, that will not cease
To seek their own confusion: 't is most true,
The Cornish under Audley are march'd on
As far as Winchester:--but let them come,
Our forces are in readiness; we'll catch them
In their own toils.

Daw. Your army, being muster’d,
Consists in all, of horse and foot, at least
In number, six-and-twenty thousand; men
Daring and able, resolute to fight,
And loyal in their truths.

K. Hen. We know it, Dawbeney:
For them we order thus; Oxford in chief,
Assisted by bold Essex and the earl
Of Suffolk, shall lead on the first battalia ;
Be that your charge.

Oxf. I humbly thank your majesty.
K. Hen. The next division we assign to Daw-

beney :
These must be men of action, for on those
The fortune of our fortunes must rely.
The last and main ourself commands in person ;
As ready to restore the fight at all times,
As to consummate an assured victory.

Daw. The king is still oraculous.

K. Hen. But, Surrey,
We have employment of more toil for thee:

I Dawbeney.) “This person (Charles Lord D'Aubigny) was a perso11," Bache says, " of great sufficiency and valour, the more because he was gentle and modest.” Yet he always appears on the side of violent counsels; and more forward with his fattery than any of the courtiers in the king's confidence.-GIFFORD.

For our intelligence comes swiftly to us,
That James of Scotland late hath entertain'd
Perkin the counterfeit, with more than common
Grace and respect; nay, courts him with rare favours.
The Scot is young and forward, we must look for
A sudden storm to England from the north;
Which to withstand, Durham shall post to Norham,
To fortify the castle, and secure
The frontiers against an invasion there.
Surrey shall follow soon, with such an army
As may relieve the bishop, and encounter
On all occasions the death-daring Scots.
You know your charges all ; 't is now a time
To execute, not talk; Heaven is our guard still.
War must breed peace, such is the fate of kings.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

answer

Edinburgh.--An Apartment in the Palace.

Enter CRAWFORD and DALYELL.
Craw. "Tis more than strange; my reason cannot
Such argument of fine imposture, couch'd
In witchcraft of persuasion, that it fashions
Impossibilities, as if appearance
Could cozen truth itself; this dukeling mushroom
Hath doubtless charm’d the king.

Dal. He courts the ladies,
As if his strength of language chain'd attention
By power of prerogative.

Craw. It madded
My very soul to hear our master's motion;
What surety both of amity and honour
Must of necessity ensue upon
A match betwixt some noble of our nation,
And this brave prince, forsooth!

Dal. ’T will prove too fatal ;

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