In words as well as means, to thank the grace My claim to mine inheritance shall sooner Kath. I am your wife, No human power can or shall divorce My faith from duty. War. Such another treasure The earth is bankrupt of. K. Ja. I gave her, cousin, And must avow the gift; will add withall For your attendance: we will part good friends. [Exit with DALyell. War. The Tudor hath been cunning in his plots; His Fox of Durham would not fail at last. But what? our cause and courage are our own: As malice follows us. You are all resolved All. Cornwall, Cornwall! Fri. The inhabitants expect you daily. War. Cheerfully Draw all our ships out of the harbour, friends; [Exeunt HERON, SKETON, ASTLEY, War. Dearest, admit not into thy pure thoughts The least of scruples, which may charge their soft ness With burden of distrust. Should I prove wanting counter What chance soe'er they meet with.-Jane, 'tis fit Thou stay behind, for whither wilt thou wander? Jane. Never till death will I forsake my mis tress, Nor then in wishing to die with you gladly. Fri. Sir, to your aunt of Burgundy I will relate your present undertakings; War. Go, Frion, go! wise men know how to sooth Adversity, not serve it: thou hast waited Was any nation read of, so besotted In reason, as to adore the setting sun. Fly to the archduke's court; say to the duchess, Her nephew, with fair Katherine, his wife, Are on their expectation to begin The raising of an empire. If they fail, Yet the report will never: farewell, Frion! [Exit FRION. This man, Kate, has been true, though now of late, I fear, too much familiar with the Fox." Re-enter DALYELL with HUNTLEY. Hunt. I come to take my leave; you need not doubt My interest in this some-time child of mine; She's all yours now, good sir.-Oh, poor lost creature! Heaven guard thee with much patience; if thou canst Forget thy title to old Huntley's family, Kath. This is the cruell'st farewell! The Fox.] i. e. the Bishop of Durham, lord privy-seal; whom Bacon calls " a wise man, and one that could see through the present to the future." He stood deservedly high in Henry's confidence and favour. With respect to Frion, Warbeck was right. The defection of James showed the secretary but too clearly that the fortunes of his master were on the ebb; he therefore withdrew from him previously to the Cornish expedition, and returned no more. Hunt. Love, young gentleman, This model of my griefs; she calls you husband: Then be not jealous of a parting kiss, It is a father's, not a lover's offering; Take it, my last.-[Kisses her]—I am too much a child. Exchange of passion is to little use, So I should grow too foolish: goodness guide thee! [Exit. Kath. Most miserable daughter!-Have you aught To add, sir, to our sorrows? Dal. I resolve, Fair lady, with your leave, to wait on all Vouchsafe me entertainment. War. We will be bosom friends, most noble 6 For I accept this tender of your love Beyond ability of thanks to speak it. Clear thy drown'd eyes, my fairest; time and in dustry Will shew us better days, or end the worst. [Exeunt. 6 most noble Dalyell.] Noble indeed! No drama that I am acquainted with, offers four such admirable characters as Huntley and his daughter, the lady Jane, and Dalyell. Of the lady Jane Douglas, who follows Katherine with such affectionate duty, I have nothing with certainty to say. It is not improbable that she was one of the numerous daughters of George, fourth Earl of Angus, among whom I find a Joan or Joanna. SCENE IV. The Palace at Westminster. Enter OXFORD and DAWBENEY. Orf. No news from Scotland yet, my lord? But what king Henry knows himself; I thought Our armies should have march'd that way; his mind, It seems, is alter'd. Orf. Victory attends His standard everywhere. Daw. Wise princes, Oxford, Fight not alone with forces. Providence And barbed horses, might as well prevail, As the most subtile stratagems of war. Orf. The Scottish king shew'd more than common bravery, In proffer of a combat hand to hand With Surrey. Daw. And but shew'd it: northern bloods Are gallant being fired; but the cold climate, Without good store of fuel, quickly freezeth The glowing flames. Oxf. Surrey, upon my life, Would not have shrunk a hair's breadth. |