SCENE II. Edinburgh.-The Palace. Enter HUNTLEY and DALYELL. Hunt. Now, sir, a modest word with you, sad gentleman; Is not this fine, I trow, to see the gambols, Like to so many choristers of Bedlam Trowling a catch! The feasts, the manly stomachs, The healths in usquebaugh, and bonny-clabber,' This new queen-bride must henceforth be no more And yet you see how I do bear this change; ? The healths in bonny-clabber.] A common name, in our old writers, for curds and whey, or sour butter-milk. It appears to have been a favourite drink both with the Scotch and Irish. See Jonson, vol. v. p. 330. Dal. Alas, sir, How can you cast a mist upon your griefs? Hunt. Foh, Dalyell! Thou interrupt'st the part I bear in music Dal. I wish you could as easily forget Hunt. Pish! then I see Thou dost not know the flexible condition Of my [tough] nature! I can laugh, laugh heartily, When the gout cramps my joints; let but the stone Stop in my bladder, I am straight a-singing; Sets me a-capering straight; do [but] betray me, Dal. Deceiv'd? oh, noble Huntley, my few years Have learnt experience of too ripe an age, Hunt. Forgive me first A madness of ambition; by example I could grow tough in fury, and disclaim For my most foolish slighting thy deserts; And never child of mine more. Dal. Say not so, sir; It is not fault in her. Hunt. The world would prate How she was handsome; young I know she was, Tender, and sweet in her obedience, But, lost now; what a bankrupt am I made Dat. A love, a service, Reward thy charity! I have no more But prayers left me now. Dal. I'll lend you mirth, sir, If you will be in consort. Hunt. "Thank you truly: I must, yes, yes, I must;-here's yet some ease, A partner in affliction: look not angry. Dal. Good, noble sir! [Music. Hunt. Oh, hark! we may be quiet, The king, and all the others come; a meeting Of gaudy sights: this day's the last of revels; To-morrow sounds of war; then new exchange; Fiddles must turn to swords. - Unhappy marriage! A Flourish.-Enter King JAMES, WARBECK leading KATHERINE, CRAWFORD and his Countess; JANE DOUGLAS, and other Ladies. HUNTLEY and DALYELL fall among them. K. Ja. Cousin of York, you and your princely bride Have liberally enjoy'd such soft delights, Nor has our bounty shorten'd expectation: Or amorous safety, we must rouse the ease To grace the joint endeavours of our servants. War. My royal cousin, in your princely favour, Would breed suspicion in our state and quality. Of these large benefits, shall twine them close, tion. Then James and Richard, being in effect K. Ja. Seat you. Are the presenters ready? Craw. All are entering. Hunt. Dainty sport toward, Dalyell! sit, come sit, Sit and be quiet; here are kingly bug-words!" 'The sentence seems incomplete, for want of a relative; the meaning, however, is clear enough: in plain words, Necessity, the agent of Destiny, will bring her design to perfection; i. e. give me the kingdom. 2 Bug-words.] Generally speaking, terrific, alarming words; |