That I should turn impostor to myself, Of my dear mother's womb, the sacred bed Of a prince murther'd, and a living baffled! Fri. Nay, if you have no ears to hear, I have No breath to spend in vain. War. Sir, sir, take heed! Gold and the promise of promotion rarely Fri. Why to me this? War. Nothing. Speak what you will; we are not sunk so low Which many cares have broken; you were wont Have you none left now? I'll not interrupt you. Fri. Sir, I told you Of letters come from Ireland; how the Cornish War. Let me embrace thee, hug thee; thou'st reviv'd 4 My comforts: if my cousin king will fail, Our cause will never Enter JOHN A-Water, Heron, Astley, Sketon. Welcome, my tried friends; You keep your brains awake in our defence. Frion, advise with them of these affairs, In which be wondrous secret; I will listen What else concerns us here: be quick and wary. [Exit Ast. Ah, sweet young prince! Secretary, my fellow-counsellors and I have consulted, and jump all in one opinion directly; and if these Scotch garboils1 do not fadge to our minds, we will pell-mell run among the Cornish choughs presently, and in a trice. Sket. "T is but going to sea and leaping ashore, cut ten or twelve thousand unnecessary throats, fire seven or eight towns, take half a dozen cities, get into the market-place, crown him Richard the Fourth,. and the business is finished. J. a-Wat. grant you, quoth I, so far forth, as men may do, no more than men may do; for it is good to consider, when consideration may be to the purpose, otherwise still you shall pardon me—“little said is soon amended." Fri. Then you conclude the Cornish action surest? Her. We do so, and doubt not but to thrive abundantly. Ho, my masters, had we known of the commotion when we set sail out of Ireland, the land had been ours ere this time. Sket. Pish, pish! 't is but forbearing being an earl or a duke a month or two longer. I say, and say it again, if the work go not on apace, let me never see new fashion more. I warrant you, I warrant you; we will have it so, and so it shall be. Ast. This is but a cold, phlegmatic country; not stirring enough for men of spirit. Give me the heart of England for my money. Sket. A man may batten there in a week only with hot loaves and butter, and a lusty cup of muscadine and sugar at breakfast, though he make never a meal all the month after. J. a-Wat. Surely, when I bore office, I found by experience, that to be much troublesome was to be much wise and busy. I have observed how filching and bragging has been the best service in these last 1 i. e. if these Scotch tumults, commotions, do not suit, fit to our minds, &c. 2 With hot loaves and butter.] Our ancestors must have found something peculiarly amusing in a tailor's breakfast to justify the comic writers in these eternal references to it.-GIFFORD, t wars; and therefore conclude peremptorily on the design in England. If things and things may fall out, as who can tell what or how-but the end will show it. Fri. Resolv'd like men of judgment! Here to linger More time is but to lose it; cheer the prince, SCENE III. Another Part of the same. [Exeunt. Enter King JAMES, DURHAM, and HIALAS. Hial. France, Spain, and Germany combine a league Of amity with England; nothing wants For settling peace through Christendom but love With general procession into Antwerp; Hial. The king of Spain resolves a marriage A quietness in England? Dur. But your suffrage To such a silly creature, mighty sir, As is but in effect an apparition, A shadow, a mere trifle? Hial. To this union The good of both the church and commonwealth Invite you. Dur. To this unity, a mystery Of providence points out a greater blessing For both these nations than our human reason I dare both motion and effect this marriage K. Ja. Dar'st thou, lord bishop? Dur. Put it to trial, royal James, by sending Hial. Part of the business Shall suit my mediation. K. Ja. Well, what Heaven Hath pointed out to be, must be; you two A prince, though in distress; his fair demeanour, Spoke him not base in blood, however clouded. He came for refuge. "Kings come near in nature Hial. You are a just king. Dur. Wise, and herein happy. K. Ja. Nor will we dally in affairs of weight: Huntley, lord bishop, shall with you to England Ambassador from us; we will throw down Our weapons; peace on all sides! now, repair Hial. Delay shall question no despatch; Heaven K. Ja. A league with Ferdinand! a marriage With English Margaret! a free release For Warbeck, not deliver'd, but dismiss'd! Dal. Here, sir. Enter DALYELL. K. Ja. Are Huntley and his daughter sent for? Dal. Sent for, And come, my lord. K. Ja. Say to the English prince, We want his company. Dal. He is at hand, sir. Enter WARBECK, KATHERINE, JANE, FRION, HERON, K. Ja. Cousin, our bounty, favours, gentleness, |