Of a full stock of blessings!—must I hope

A mercy from thy heart?

Dal. A love, a service,

A friendship to posterity.
Hunt. Good angels

Reward thy charity! I have no more

But prayers left me now.

Dal. I'll lend you mirth, sir,

If you will be in consort.

Hunt. Thank you truly :

I must, yes, yes, I must:-here's yet some ease,
A partner in affliction: look not angry.

Dal. Good, noble sir!

Hunt. Oh, hark! we may be quiet,

[Music.

The king, and all the others, come: a meeting
Of gaudy sights: this day's the last of revels;
To-morrow sounds of war; then, new exchange,
Fiddles must turn to swords.-Unhappy marriage!
A Flourish.-Enter King JAMES, WARBECK leading
KATHERINE, CRAWFORD and his Countess; JANE
DOUGLAS, and other Ladies. HUNTLEY and DALYELL
fall among them.

K. Ja. Cousin of York, you and your princely

bride

Have liberally enjoy'd such soft delights
As a new-married couple could forethink;
Nor has our bounty shortened expectation:
But after all those pleasures of repose,

Or amorous safety, we must rouse the ease
Of dalliance, with achievements of more glory
Than sloth and sleep can furnish: yet, for farewell,
Gladly we entertain a truce with time,

To grace the joint endeavours of our servants.
War. My royal cousin, in your princely favour,
The extent of bounty hath been so unlimited,
As only an acknowledgment in words

Would breed suspicion in our state and quality.
When we shall, in the fulness of our fate,
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Sit on our own throne; then our arms, laid open
To gratitude, in sacred memory

Of these large benefits, shall twine them close,
Even to our thoughts and heart, without distinc-
tion.

Then James and Richard, being in effect

One person, shall unite and rule one people,
Divisible in titles only.

K. Ja. Seat you.

Are the presenters ready?.
Craw. All are entering.

2

Enter at one door four Scotch Antics, accordingly habited; at another WARBECK's followers, disguised as four wild Irish in trousers, long-haired, and accordingly habited.-Music.-A dance by the Maskers.

K. Ja. To all a general thanks!
War. In the next room

Take your own shapes3 again; you shall receive
Particular acknowledgment.

K. Ja. Enough

Of merriments.

Upon the march?

[Exeunt the Maskers.

Crawford, how far's our army

Craw. At Hedon-hall, great king;

Twelve thousand, well prepared.

K. Ja. Crawford, to-night

Post thither. We, in person, with the prince,

By four o'clock to-morrow after dinner,

Will be wi' you; speed away!

Craw. I fly, my lord.

[Exit.

K. Ja. Our business grows to head now; where's

your secretary,

That he attends you not to serve?

1 i. e. characteristically.

2 The trowses, or trosses, of the "wild Irish," were drawers closely fitted to the shape; and which, together with the long shaggy hair of these people, are often made the subject of mirth by our old dramatists. -GIFFORD.

3 Take your own shapes,] i. e. resume your ordinary dress.-GIFFORD.

War. With Marchmont,

Your herald.

K. Ja. Good: the proclamation's ready; By that it will appear how the English stand Affected to your title. Huntley, comfort Your daughter in her husband's absence! fight With prayers at home for us, who, for your honours, Must toil in fight abroad,

Hunt. Prayers are the weapons

Which men so near their graves as I do use;
I've little else to do.

K. Ja. To rest, young beauties!

We must be early stirring; quickly part:

A kingdom's rescue craves both speed and art.

Cousins, good night.

War. Rest to our cousin king.

Kath. Your blessing, sir.

[A flourish.

Hunt. Fair blessings on your highness! sure you need them.

[Exeunt all but WAR. KATH. and JANE. War. Jane, set the lights down, and from us return To those in the next room this little purse;

Say, we'll deserve their loves.

Jane. It shall be done, sir.

[Exit.

War. Now, dearest, ere sweet sleep shall seal those

eyes,

Love's precious tapers, give me leave to use

A parting ceremony; for to-morrow

It would be sacrilege to intrude upon

The temple of thy peace: swift as the morning,
Must I break from the down of thy embraces,
To put on steel, and trace the paths which lead
Through various hazards to a careful throne.

Kath. My lord, I'd fain go with you; there's small fortune

In staying here behind.

War. The churlish brow

Of war, fair dearest, is a sight of horror

For ladies' entertainment: if thou hear'st

A truth of my sad ending by the hand
Of some unnatural subject, thou withal
Shalt hear how I died worthy of my right,
By falling like a king; and in the close,

Which my last breath shall sound, thy name, thou fairest,

Shall sing a requiem to my soul, unwilling

Only of greater glory, 'cause divided

From such a heaven on earth, as life with thee.
But these are chimes for funerals; my business
Attends on fortune of a sprightlier triumph;
For love and majesty are reconcil'd,

And vow to crown thee Empress of the West.
Kath. You have a noble language, sir; your right
In me is without question, and however
Events of time may shorten my deserts

In others' pity, yet it shall not stagger
Or constancy or duty in a wife.

You must be king of me; and my poor heart
Is all I can call mine.

War. But we will live,

Live, beauteous virtue, by the lively test
Of our own blood, to let the counterfeit
Be known the world's contempt.

Kath. Pray do not use

That word, it carries fate in 't: the first suit
I ever made, I trust your love will grant.
War. Without denial, dearest.

F Kath. That hereafter,

If you return with safety, no adventure
May sever us in tasting any fortune :
I ne'er can stay behind again.

War. You are lady

Of your desires, and shall command your will;
Yet 't is too hard a promise.

Kath. What our destinies

Have ruled out in their books, we must not search, But kneel to.

War. Then to fear when hope is fruitless,

Were to be desperately miserable;

Which poverty our greatness dares not dream of, And much more scorns to stoop to: some few minutes

Remain yet, let's be thrifty in our hopes. [Exeunt.

SCENE III.

The Palace at Westminster.

Enter King HENRY, HIALAS, and URSWICK. K. Hen. Your name is Pedro Hialas,' a Spaniard? Hial. Sir, a Castilian born.

K. Hen. King Ferdinand,

With wise queen Isabel his royal consort,

Write you a man of worthy trust and candour. Princes are dear to heaven, who meet with subjects Sincere in their employments; such I find

Your commendation, sir. Let me deliver

How joyful I repute the amity,

With your most fortunate master, who almost
Comes near a miracle in his success

Against the Moors, who had devour'd his country,
Entire now to his sceptre. We, for our part,
Will imitate his providence, in hope

Of partage in the use on 't: we repute
The privacy of his advisement to us

By you, intended an ambassador

To Scotland, for a peace between our kingdoms,
A policy of love, which well becomes

His wisdom and our care.

Hial. Your majesty

Doth understand him rightly.

1 Your name is Pedro Hialas, &c.] "Amidst these troubles came into England from Spain, Peter Hialas, some call him Elias, surely he was the forerunner of the good hap that we enjoy at this day for his embassy set the truce between England and Scotland; the truce drew on the peace, the peace the marriage, the union of the kingdoms; a man of great wisdom, and, as those times went, not unlearned."-BACON.