Enter on the walls the Bishop of DURHAM, armed, a trun Set ope the ports, and to your lawful sovereign, And he will take thee to his grace; else Tweed And wash the sand that cements those hard stones Dur. Warlike King of Scotland, Loosed from his chains to set great kings at strife. Who juggles merely with the fawns and youth To show your zeal in a conceited justice. Yet, great king, wake not yet my master's vengeance If you persist, to stand your utmost fury, War. O, sir, lend No ear to this traducer of my honour! What shall I call thee, thou gray-bearded scandal, Be deaf to his known malice. Dur. Rather yield Unto those holy motions which inspire It is the surest policy in princes To govern well their own than seek encroachment In like case by a subject of your own: My resolution's fixed: King James, be counselled, A greater fate waits on thee. K. Ja. [Exeunt Bishop of DURHAM and Soldiers from the walls. Forage through The country; spare no prey of life or goods. War. O, sir, then give me leave to yield to nature; I am most miserable: had I been Born what this clergyman would by defame Deflowered, old men butchered, dwellings fired, Show more remorse, great king, or I shall never K. Ja. Ridiculously careful of an interest You fool your piety Another man possesseth. Where's your faction? In your assistance: that should make ye whine, Crew. Effeminately dolent. War. And the passionate duke The experience In former trials, sir, both of mine own Or other princes cast out of their thrones, Is destitute of friends or of relief, That I can easily submit to taste Lowest reproof without contempt or words. Enter FRION. Speaks Master Secretary Frion? Now, what intelligence Henry Fri. The armies who opposed him in the right Backed by twelve earls and barons of the north, Ford. FF An hundred knights and gentlemen of name, To raise your siege. Brooke, with a goodly navy, With an unbroken army for a second. i Retreat; War. 'Tis false! they come to side with us. Of spilling lesser blood: Surrey is bold, War. O, rather, gracious sir, Create me to this glory, since my cause Doth interest this fair quarrel; valued least, March softly off: where victory can reap A harvest crowned with triumph, toil is cheap. [Exeunt. SCENE I.-The English Camp near Ayton, on the Borders. Enter Earl of SURREY, Bishop of DURHAM, Soldiers, with drums and colours. UR. Are all our braving enemies shrunk back, Hid in the fogs of their distempered Not daring to behold our colours wave Look on the strength of Cundrestine defaced? Dur. Noble Surrey, Our royal master's wisdom is at all times [A trumpet within. 1 At that time considered one of the strongest places between Berwick and Edinburgh. |