The new-revived York, Edward's second son, Stan. 1 The throne is filled, sir. K. Hen. True, Stanley; and the lawful heir sits on it : A guard of angels and the holy prayers Of loyal subjects are a sure defence Against all force and council of intrusion. But now, my lords, put case, some of our nobles, Our great ones, should give countenance and courage Our bounties have unthriftily been scattered Daw. Dogs, villains, traitors! K. Hen. Unthankful beasts, Dawbeney, let the guilty Keep silence; I accuse none, though I know Of duty or allegiance could divert A headstrong resolution, yet the dangers Are precedents sufficient to forewarn The present times, or any that live in them, Which can be but imposturous in a title. K. Hen. Stanley, we know thou lov'st us, and thy heart Is figured on thy tongue; nor think we less Of any's here.—How closely we have hunted Sir Taylor, and a hundred English rebels— That nursed this eager whelp, Margaret of Burgundy. Though the archduke were his buckler! K. Hen. Urswick, thine ear. Thou'st lodged him? Urs. Strongly safe, sir. 1 Christopher Urswick was at this time almoner to the king. He possessed several high offices in the Church. K. Hen. Enough:-is Barley come too? Urs. No, my lord. K. Hen. No matter-phew! he's but a running weed, At pleasure to be plucked-up by the roots: But more of this anon.—I have bethought me, Stan. [Aside] The Tower!I shall, sir. K. Hen. Come, my true, best, fast friends: these clouds will vanish, The sun will shine at full; the heavens are clearing. [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE II.-Edinburgh. An Apartment in the Earl of HUNTLEY'S House. Enter Earl of HUNTLEY and Lord DALYELL. Hunt. You trifle time, sir. Dal. O, my noble lord, Hunt. Much mirth Lord Dalyell; 1 Not so, I vow. Observe me, sprightly gallant. I know thou art a noble lad, a handsome, Descended from an honourable ancestry, Forward and active, dost resolve to wrestle And ruffle in the world by noble actions For a brave mention to posterity: 1 There were two persons of the name of Dalzell, William anl Robert, grandsons of Sir John Dalzell. I scorn not thy affection to my daughter, Not I, by good Saint Andrew; but this bugbear, The piece of royalty that is stitched-up I have spoke all at once. Dal. Sir, with this truth You mix such wormwood, that you leave no hope For my disordered palate e'er to relish A wholesome taste again: alas, I know, sir, What an unequal distance lies between Great Huntley's daughter's birth and Dalyell's fortunes; She's the king's kinswoman, placed near the crown, A princess of the blood, and I a subject. Hunt. Right; but a noble subject; put in that too. Dal. I could add more; and in the rightest line Derive my pedigree from Adam Mure, A Scottish knight; whose daughter was the mother But kindreds are not ours when once the date Neighbouring too near the ocean are swooped-up, As to a throne of wonder. Hunt. [Aside] Now, by Saint Andrew, A spark of mettle! he has a brave fire in him : I would he had my daughter, so I knew't not. 1 The Earl of Huntley married Annabella, daughter of James I. This will not do yet: if the girl be headstrong, Dal. With pardon, noble Gordon, this disdain Dalyell, thy hand; we're friends: follow thy courtship, power; use thou thine : Hunt. Nay, thou'rt poor Enough. [Aside] I love his spirit infinitely.— Look ye, she comes to her now, to her, to her! Enter Lady KATHERINE and JANE. Kath. The king commands your presence, sir. The gallant This, this, this lord, this servant, Kate, of yours, Desires to be your master. Kath. A worthy friend of mine. Dal. I acknowledge him Your humblest creature. Hunt. [Aside] So, so! the game's a-foot; I'm in cold hunting; The hare and hounds are parties. Dal. Princely lady, How most unworthy I am to employ 1 Quick and lively dances. |