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Daw. 'Tis a strange conceit, sir.
K. Hen. Such voluntary favours as our people
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. This packet to your sacred majesty.
Daw. Wise Henry
K. Hen. Urswick, thine ear; Frion is caught! the
Of cunning is outreach'd; we must be safe.
1 To a translation higher yet,] i. e. to heaven. Morton was at this time Archbishop of Canterbury. 'He died about three years after this
He's nimble in his industry, and mounting-
Urs. And conceive your highness fitly.
Daw. Salisbury !
K. Hen. Dear friend-
Oxf. Command our lives.
K. Hen. Thoughts, busied in the sphere of royalty, Fix not on creeping worms, without their stings Mere excrements of earth. The use of time
period, at the great age of ninety.* The king seems to have changed his opinion with respect to Fox, who was removed on the archbishop's death, not to Canterbury, but to Winchester, in which see he died. Moreton and Fox were fast friends; they rank high among our prelates, and were, in fact, both very eminent men.-GIFFORD.
• It was by a chaplain of this reverend prelate that one of the most ancient, if not the oldest, of our printed moralities was compiled. It bears the following title :- Nature.A Goodly Interlude of Nature, compyled by Maister Henry Medwall, Chapleyn to the Right Reverend Father in God Johan Morton, sometyne Cardynal and Archebyshop of Canterbury." The interlude appears to have been played before Morton himself.
Is thriving safety, and a wise prevention
The Coast of Cornwall. A general shout within.-Enter WARBECK, DALYELL,
KATHERINE, and JANE.
Kath. Confirm'd in health;
Dal. Lady, I return
Jane. I wait but as the shadow to the body;
War. None talk of sadness, we are on the way Which leads to victory: keep cowards thoughts With desperate sullenness! The lion faints not Lock'd in a grate, but, loose, disdains all force
Which bars his prey (and we are lion-hearted), Or else no king of beasts.-[Another general shout within.]
-Hark, how they shout! Triumphant in our cause! bold confidence Marches on bravely, cannot quake at danger.
Enter SKETON. Sket. Save king Richard the Fourth! save thee, king of hearts ! The Cornish blades are men of mettle; have proclaimed through Bodnam and the whole country my sweet prince monarch of England. Four thousand tall yeomen, with bow and sword, already vow to live and die at the foot of king Richard.
Enter ASTLEY. Ast. The mayor, our fellow-counsellor, is servant for an emperor. Exeter is appointed for the rendezvous, and nothing wants to victory but courage and resolution.
War. To Exeter! to Exeter, march on: Commend us to our people; we in person Will lend them double spirits; tell them so. Sket. and Ast. King Richard, king Richard !
(Exeunt Sket. and Ast. War. A thousand blessings guard our lawful
By trains to greatness! Princes are but men,
ACT V. SCENE I.
St. Michael's Mount, Cornwall. Enter KATHERINE and Jane, in riding-suits, with one
Servant. Kath. It is decreed; and we must yield to fate, Whose angry justice, though it threaten ruin, Contempt, and poverty, is all but trial Of a weak woman's constancy in suffering. Here in a stranger's, and an enemy's land, Forsaken and unfurnish'd of all hopes, But such as wait on misery, I range To meet affliction wheresoe'er I tread. My train, and pomp of servants, is reduced To one kind gentlewoman, and this groom. Sweet Jane, now whither must we?
Jane. To your ships, Dear lady, and turn home.
Kath. Home! I have none. Fly thou to Scotland; thou hast friends will weep For joy to bid thee welcome ; but, oh Jane, My Jane! my friends are desperate of comfort, As I must be of them: the common charity, Good people's alms, and prayers of the gentle, Is the revenue must support my state.
1 St. Michael's Mount.] It appears that when Perkin marched on his ill-fated expedition, Lady Katherine was left at this place, from which she was now preparing to withdraw, on some rumours of her husband's want of success.-GIFFORD.