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Prayers are the weapons.
Which men so near their graves as I do use;
I've little else to do.
To rest, young beauties !
We must be early stirring; quickly part:
· A kingdom's rescue craves both speed and art.-
[A flourish. War.
Rest to our cousin-king.
Kath. Your blessing, sir.
Hunt. Fair blessings on your highness! sure, you need
3. [Exeunt all but WARBECK, Lady KATHERINE,
War. Jane, set the lights down, and from us return
To those in the next room this little purse;
Say we'll deserve their loves.
It shall be done, sir. [Exit.
War. Now, dearest, ere sweet sleep shall seal those
Love's precious tapers, give me leave to use
A parting ceremony; for to-morrow
It would be sacrilege t' intrude upon
The temple of thy peace: swift as the morning
Must I break from the down of thy embraces,
To put on steel, and trace the paths which lead
Through various hazards to a careful throne.
Kath. My lord, I'd fain go wi'ye; there's small fortune
In staying here behind.
The churlish brow
Of war, fair dearest, is a sight of horror
For ladies' entertainment: if thou hear'st
A truth of my sad ending by the hand
Of some unnatural subject, thou withal
Shalt hear how I died worthy of my right,
By falling like a king; and in the close,
Which my last breath shall sound, thy name, thou fairest,
Shall sing a requiem to my soul, unwilling
Only of greater glory, 'cause divided
From such a Heaven on earth as life with thee.
But these are chimes for funerals: my business
Attends on fortune of a sprightlier triumph;
For love and majesty are reconciled,
And vow to crown thee empress of the west.
Kath. You have a noble language, sir; your right
In me is without question, and however
Events of time may shorten my deserts
In others' pity, yet it shall not stagger
Or constancy or duty in a wife.
You must be king of me; and my poor heart
Is all I can call mine.
But we will live,
Live, beauteous virtue, by the lively test
Of our own blood, to let the counterfeit
Be known the world's contempt.
Pray, do not use
That word; it carries fate in't. The first suit
I ever made, I trust your love will grant.
War. Without denial, dearest.
If you return with safety, no adventure
May sever us in tasting any fortune:
I ne'er can stay behind again.
Of your desires, and shall command your will;
Yet 'tis too hard to promise.
What our destinies
Have ruled-out in their books we must not search,
But kneel to.
Were to be desperately miserable; .
Which poverty our greatness dares not dream of,
And much more scorns to stoop to: some few minutes
Remain yet; let's be thrifty in our hopes. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.— The Palace at Westminster.
Enter King HENRY, HIALAS, and URSWICK.
K. Hen. Your name is Pedro Hialas,' a Spaniard ?
Hial. Sir, a Castilian born.
With wise Queen Isabel his royal consort,
Write ye a man of worthy trust and candour.
Princes are dear to heaven who meet with subjects
Sincere in their employments; such I find
Your commendation, sir. Let me deliver
How joyful I repute the amity
With your most fortunate master, who almost
Comes near a miracle in his success
Against the Moors, who had devoured his country,
Entire now to his sceptre. We, for our part,
Will imitate his providence, in hope
Of partage in the use on’t: we repute
The privacy of his advisement to us
By you, intended an ambassador
To Scotland, for a peace between our kingdoms,
A policy of love, which well becomes
His wisdom and our care.
Doth understand him rightly.
Your knowledge can instruct me; wherein, sir,
To fall on ceremony would seem useless,
Which shall not need; for I will be as studious
Of your concealment in our conference
As any council shall advise.
My chief request is, that on notice given
At my dispatch in Scotland, you will send
Some learned man of power and experience
To join entreaty with me.
I shall do it,
Being that way well provided by a servant
Which may attend ye ever.
If King James,
By any indirection, should perceive
My coming near your court, I doubt the issue
Of my employment.
Be not your own herald :
I learn sometimes without a teacher.
Guard all your princely thoughts !
Urswick, no further
Than the next open gallery attend him.-
A hearty love go with you !
Your vowed beadsman.1
[Exeunt URSWICK and HIALAS. K. Hen. King Ferdinand is not so much a fox, But that a cunning huntsman may in time Fall on the scent: in honourable actions Safe imitation best deserves a praise.
What, the Castilian's passed away?
And undiscovered; the two hundred marks
Your majesty conveyed, he gently pursed
With a right modest gravity.
He muttered in the earnest of his wisdom?
He spoke not to be heard; 'twas about-
Servant; literally one bound to pray for his benefactor.
How if King Henry were but sure of subjects,
Such a wild runagate might soon be caged,
No great ado withstanding.
Nay, nay; something
About my son Prince Arthur's match.
Right, right, sir:
He hummed it out, how that King Ferdinand
Swore that the marriage 'twixt the Lady Katherine
His daughter and the Prince of Wales your son
Should never be consummated as long
As any Earl of Warwick lived in England,
Except by new creation.
I remember 'Twas so, indeed: the king his master swore it?
Urs. Directly, as he said. · K. Hen.
An Earl of Warwick !-
Provide a messenger for letters isistantly
To Bishop Fox. Our news from Scotland creeps;
It comes so slow, we must have airy spirits;
Our time requires dispatch.-[Aside] The Earl of War-
Let him be son to Clarence, younger brother
To Edward ! Edward's daughter is, I think,
Mother to our Prince Arthur.-Get a messenger.
SCENE IV.–Before the Castle of Norham. Enter King JAMES, PERKIN WARBECK, Earl of CRAW
FORD, Lord DALYELL, HERON, ASTLEY, JOHN AWATER, SKELTON, and Soldiers. K. Ja. We trifle time against these castle-walls; The English prelate will not yield: once more Give him a summons,
[A parley is sounded.