Dur. You alter strangely, sir. K. Hen. Alter, lord bishop! Why, Clifford stabb'd me, or I dream'd he stabb'd me. Sirrah, it is a custom with the guilty To think they set their own stains off, by laying Aspersions on some nobler than themselves: Lies wait on treasons, as I find it here. Thy life again is forfeit; I recal My word of mercy, for I know thou dar'st Clif. I dare, and once more, Upon my knowledge, name Sir William Stanley, Both in his counsel and his purse, the chief Assistant to the feigned duke of York. Dur. Most strange ! Urs. Most wicked! K. Hen. Yet again, once more. Clif. Sir William Stanley is your secret enemy, And, if time fit, will openly profess it. K. Hen. Sir William Stanley! Who? Sir William Stanley! My chamberlain, my counsellor, the love, K. Hen. Sir William Stanley! O do not blame me; he, 'twas only he Who, having rescued me in Bosworth field From Richard's bloody sword, snatch'd from his head The kingly crown, and placed it first on mine.' He never fail'd me; what have I deserv'd To lose this good man's heart, or he his own? Urs. The night doth waste, this passion ill becomes you; Provide against your danger. K. Hen. Let it be so. Urswick, command straight Stanley to his chamber. "Tis well we are i' th' Tower; set a guard on him. Clifford, to bed; you must lodge here to-night; We'll talk with you to-morrow. My sad soul Divines strange troubles. Daw. (within.) Ho! the king, the king! I must have entrance. K. Hen. Dawbeney's voice; admit him. What new combustions huddle next, to keep Our eyes from rest?-the news? Shakspeare thus notices the circumstance :- "Stanley. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou acquit thee! Lo here, this long usurped royalty From the dead temples of this bloody wretch Have I pluck'd off, to grace thy brows withal; Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it."-Richard III. Enter DAWBENEY. Daw. Ten thousand Cornish, Grudging to pay your subsidies, have gather'd K. Hen. Rascals!-talk no more; Such are not worthy of my thoughts to-night. ACT II. SCENE I. Edinburgh.-The Presence-Chamber in the Palace. Enter above, the Countess of CRAWFORD, Lady KATHERINE, JANE, and other ladies. Countess. Come, ladies, here's a solemn preparation For entertainment of this English prince; The king intends grace more than ordinary; 'Twere pity now, if he should prove a counterfeit. Kath. Bless the young man, our nation would be laugh'd at For honest souls through Christendom! my father Hath a weak stomach to the business, madam, But that the king must not be cross'd. Countess. He brings A goodly troop, they say, of gallants with him ; Brought up it seems to honest trades; no matter, They will break forth in season. Jane. Or break out; For most of them are broken by report.- [Music. The king! Kath. Let us observe them and be silent. A Flourish.-Enter King JAMES, HUNTLEY, CRAWFORD, DALYELL, and other Noblemen. K. Ja. The right of kings, my lords, extends not only To the safe conservation of their own, But also to the aid of such allies, As change of time and state hath oftentimes they are disguised princes, &c.] The Countess is pleased to be facetious. It appears, however, from better authorities than those before us, that Perkin was very respectably, not to say honourably, attended, on this occasion. A much distressed prince: king Charles of France, And Maximilian of Bohemia both, Have ratified his credit by their letters; Shall we then be distrustful? No; compassion Hunt. Do your will, sir. K. Ja. The young duke is at hand; Dalyell, from us First greet him, and conduct him on; then Craw ford Shall meet him next, and Huntley, last of all, Present him to our arms.-(Exit DAL.)-Sound sprightly music, Whilst majesty encounters majesty. [Flourish. Re-enter DALYELL, with PERKIN WARBECK, followed at a distance by FRION, HERON, SKETON, ASTLEY, and JOHN A-WATER. CRAWFORD advances, and salutes PERKIN at the door, and afterwards HUNTLEY, who presents him to the King: they embrace; the Noblemen slightly salute his followers. War. Most high, most mighty king!' that now there stands Before your eyes, in presence of your peers, 3 War. Most high, most mighty king! &c.] This speech is skilfully abridged from the historian. When it could be done with proper effect, the words are taken with no greater change than was necessary for the metrical arrangement; in other places the poet is content with clothing the sentiments in his own language; but |