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Urs. They have; Which, as if life and health had reign'd among them, With open hearts they joyfully received.
K. Hen. Young Buckingham is a fair-natured prince, Lovely in hopes, and worthy of his father; Attended by a hundred knights and squires Of special name, he tender'd humble service, Which we must ne'er forget; and Devonshire's
wounds, Though slight, shall find sound cure in our respect. Enter DAWBENEY, with a guard, leading in. Warbeck,
HERON, JOHN A-WATER, ASTLEY, and SKETON, chained.
Daw. Life to the king, and safety fix his throne !
I here present you, royal sir, a shadow
Of majesty, but, in effect, a substance
Of pity, a young man, in nothing grown
To ripeness, but the ambition of your mercy:
Perkin, the Christian world's strange wonder.
K. Hen. Dawbeney,
We observe no wonder; I behold, 't is true,
An ornament of nature, fine and polish'd,
A handsome youth indeed, but not admire him.
How came he to thy hands ?
Daw. From sanctuary
At Bewley, near Southampton ; register'd
With these few followers, for persons privileged.
K. Hen. I must not thank you, sir! you were to
To infringe the liberty of houses sacred:
Dare we be irreligious ?
Daw. Gracious lord,
They voluntarily resign'd themselves,
K. Hen. So ? 't was very well;
'Twas very, very well Sturn now thine eyes,
Young man, upon thyself and thy past actions.
What revels in combustion through our kingdom,
A phrensy of aspiring youth hạth danced,
Till, wanting breath, thy feet of pride have slipp'd
To break thy neck!
War. But not my heart! my heart
Will mount, till every drop of blood be frozen
By death's perpetual winter: if the sun
Of majesty be darken’d, let the sun
Of life be hid from me, in an eclipse
Lasting and universal! Sir, remember
There was a shooting in of light, when Richmond,
Not aiming at a crown, retired, and gladly,
For comfort, to the duke of Bretaine's court.
Richard, who sway'd the sceptre, was reputed
A tyrant then : yet then, a dawning glimmerd
To some few wand'ring remnants, promising day
When first they ventur'd on a frightful shore,
At Milford Haven
Daw. Whither speeds his boldness?
Check his rude tongue, great sir.
K. Hen. 0, let him range :
The player 's on the stage still, 't is his part;
He does but act. What follow'd ?
War. Bosworth Field!
Where, at an instant, to the world's amazement,
A morn to Richmond, and a night to Richard,
Appear'd at once: the tale is soon applied;
Fate which crown'd these attempts when least assured,
Might have befriended others, like resolv'd.
K. Hen. A pretty gallant ! thus your aunt of Bur-
Your dutchess aunt, inform'd her nephew ; so.
The lesson prompted, and well conn'd, was moulded
Into familiar dialogue, oft rehearsed,
Till, learn'd by heart, 't is now received for truth.
War. Truth, in her pure simplicity, wants art
To put a feigned blush on: scorn wears only
Such fashion as commends to gazers' eyes
Sad ulcerated novelty; far beneath
The sphere of majesty; in such a court
Wisdom and gravity are proper robes,
By which the sovereign is best distinguish'd
From zanies to his greatness.
K. Hen. Sirrah, shift
Your antic pageantry, and now appear
In your own nature, or you'll taste the danger
Of fooling out of season.
War. I expect
No less than what severity calls justice,
And politicians safety; let such beg
As feed on alms : but, if there can be mercy
In a protested enemy, then may it
Descend to these poor creatures, whose engage-
To the bettering of their fortunes, have incurr'd
A loss of all; to them, if any charity
Flow from some noble orator, in death,
I owe the fee of thankfulness.
K. Hen. So brave !
What a bold knave is this! Which of these rebels
Has been the mayor of Cork ?
Daw. This wise formality :
Kneel to the king, ye rascals! [They kneel.
K. Hen. Canst thou hope
A pardon, where thy guilt is so apparent ?
I. a-Wat. Under your good favours, as men are men, they may err; for I confess, respectively, in taking great parts, the one side prevailing, the other side must go down: herein the point is clear, if the proverb hold, that hanging goes by destiny, that it is to little purpose to say, this thing, or that, shall be thus, or thus; for, as the fates will have it, so it must be; and who can help it?
Daw. O blockhead! thou a privy-counsellor ? Beg life, and cry aloud, “Heaven save king Henry!"
I. a-Wat. Every man knows what is best, as it happens; for my own part, I believe it is true, if I be not deceived, that kings must be kings, and subjects subjects : but which is which, you shall pardon me
for that;-whether we speak or hold our peace, all are mortal, no man knows his end.
K. Hen. We trifle time with follies.
All. Mercy, mercy!
K. Hen. Urswick, commend the dukeling and these
To Digby, the lieutenant of the Tower:
With safety let them be convey'd to London.
It is our pleasure no uncivil outrage,
Taunts, or abuse be suffered to their persons;
They shall meet fairer law than they deserve.
Time may restore their wits, whom vain ambition
Hath many years distracted.
War. Noble thoughts
Meet freedom in captivity: the Tower!
Our childhood's dreadful nursery.
K. Hen. No more!
Urs. Come, come, you shall have leisure to be-
[Exit URs. with PERKIN and his followers,
guarded. K. Hen. Was ever so much impudence in forgery? The custom sure of being styled a king, Hath fastened in his thought that he is such; But we shall teach the lad another language : 'Tis good we have him fast.
Daw. The hangman's physic Will purge this saucy humour.
K. Hen. Very likely:
Yet we could temper mercy with extremity,
Being not too far provoked.
Enter OXFORD, KATHERINE in her richest attire, Dal-
YELL, JANE, and Attendants.
Oxf. Great sir, be pleased,
With your accustomed grace, to entertain
The princess Katherine Gordon.
K. Hen. Oxford, herein
We must beshrew thy knowledge of our nature.
A lady of her birth and virtues could not
Have found us so unfurnish'd of good manners,
As not, on notice given, to have met her
Half-way in point of love. Excuse, fair cousin,
The oversight! oh fy! you may not kneel;
"Tis most unfitting: first, vouchsafe this welcome,
A welcome to your own ; for you shall find us
But guardian to your fortune and your honours.
Kath. My fortunes and mine honours are weak
As both are now befriended, sir; however,
Both bow before your clemency.
K. Hen. Our arms
Shall circle them from malice-a sweet lady!
Beauty incomparable !-here lives majesty
At league with love.
Kath. Oh sir, I have a husband.
K. Hen. We'll prove your father, husband, friend,
Prove what you wish to grant us. Lords, be careful
A patent presently be drawn, for issuing
A thousand pounds from our exchequer yearly,
During our cousin's life; our queen shall be
Your chief companion, our own court your home,
Our subjects all your servants.
Kath. But my husband ? K. Hen. By all descriptions, you are noble Dalyell, Whose generous truth hath famed a rare observance. We thank you; 't is a goodness gives addition To every title boasted from your ancestry, In all most worthy,
Dal. Worthier than your praises, Right princely sir, I need not glory in. K. Hen. Embrace him, lords.- Whoever calls you
Is lifted in our charge :-a goodlier beauty
Mine eyes yet ne'er encounter'd.
Kath. Cruel misery
Of fate! what rests to hope for?