Daw. 'Tis a strange conceit, sir. K. Hen. Such voluntary favours as our people On cobweb parasites, or lavish'd out No undeserving favourite doth boast Against the creeping canker of disturbance. Wherein we are embark'd, with breach of sleep, Murmur and threaten innovation, Still the West Whisper our government tyrannical, Deny us what is ours, nay, spurn their lives, Oxf. It must not, should not. Enter a Messenger. K. Hen. So then To whom? Mess. This packet to your sacred majesty. [Exit Mess. Oxf. News from the North, upon my life. Daw. Wise Henry Divines aforehand of events; with him Attempts and execution are one act. K. Hen. Urswick, thine ear; Frion is caught! the man Of cunning is outreach'd; we must be safe. My Durham owns a brain deserves that see. 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. K. Hen. Dawbeney and Oxford, since our army' stands Entire, it were a weakness to admit The rust of laziness to eat among them: Sir, all is peace at Salisbury. K. Hen. Dear friend The charge must be our own; we would a little Oxf. Command our lives. K. Hen. You are men know how to do, not to forethink. My bishop is a jewel tried and perfect: A jewel, lords. The post who brought these letters Must speed another to the mayor of Exeter. Urswick, dismiss him not. Urs. He waits your pleasure. K. Hen. Perkin a king? a king! 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, sometyme Cardynal and Archebyshop of Canterbury." The interlude appears to have been played before Morton himself." Is thriving safety, and a wise prevention Of ills expected. We are resolv'd for Salisbury. SCENE V. The Coast of Cornwall. [Exeunt. A general shout within. Enter WARBECK, DALYELL, KATHERINE, and JANE. War. After so many storms as wind and seas Have threaten'd to our weatherbeaten ships, At last, sweet fairest, we are safe arrived On our dear mother earth, ungrateful only To heaven and us in yielding sustenance To sly usurpers of our throne and right. These general acclamations are an omen Of happy process to their welcome lord: They flock in troops, and from all parts, with wings Of duty fly, to lay their hearts before us. Unequall'd pattern of a matchless wife, How fares my dearest yet? Kath. Confirm'd in health; By which I may the better undergo The roughest face of change; but I shall learn Dal. Lady, I return But barren crops of early protestations, 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), Triumphant in our cause! bold confidence 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 arms! A thousand horrors pierce our enemies' souls! Hath majesty in its pursuit of justice, That on the proppers up of Truth's old throne, It both enlightens counsel, and gives heart To execution; while the throats of traitors Of royal birth! how it strikes dumb the tongues By trains to greatness! Princes are but men, Herein stand the odds, Subjects are men on earth, kings men and gods. [Exeunt. 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. Jane. To your ships, Dear lady, and turn home. Kath. Home! I have none. Fly thou to Scotland; thou hast friends will weep 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. |