Of a full stock of blessings!—must I hope A mercy from thy heart? Dal. A love, a service, A friendship to posterity. 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, Dal. Good, noble sir! Hunt. Oh, hark! we may be quiet, [Music. The king, and all the others, come: a meeting K. Ja. Cousin of York, you and your princely bride Have liberally enjoy'd such soft delights Or amorous safety, we must rouse the ease To grace the joint endeavours of our servants. Would breed suspicion in our state and quality. Sit on our own throne; then our arms, laid open Of these large benefits, shall twine them close, Then James and Richard, being in effect One person, shall unite and rule one people, K. Ja. Seat you. Are the presenters ready?. 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! Take your own shapes3 again; you shall receive 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; 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, 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 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. And vow to crown thee Empress of the West. In others' pity, yet it shall not stagger You must be king of me; and my poor heart War. But we will live, Live, beauteous virtue, by the lively test Kath. Pray do not use That word, it carries fate in 't: the first suit F Kath. That hereafter, If you return with safety, no adventure War. You are lady Of your desires, and shall command your will; 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 Against the Moors, who had devour'd his country, Of partage in the use on 't: we repute By you, intended an ambassador To Scotland, for a peace between our kingdoms, 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. |