And be my love, I will advance thee high; I'll grace them with a chaplet made of pearl, Set with choice rubies, sparks, and diamonds, Planted Upon a velvet hood, to hide that head, If thou wilt love the lord of Doncaster. BET. Heigh ho! my heart is in a higher place, Perhaps on the earl, if that be he. * See where he comes, or angry, or in love, For why his colour looketh discontent. Enter the EARL OF KENDAL and SIR NICHOLAS MANNERING. KEN. Come, Nick, follow me. BON. How now, my lord? what news? KEN. Such news, Bonfield, as will make thee laugh, With threatening braves, that one look'd on another, * Perhaps, &c.] This line (which seems to want a word) and the two following should perhaps be given to Bonfield. BON. What says fair Bettris? [Greene : GRIME. My lord, she is praying for George-aHe is the man, and she will none but him. BON. But him! why, look on me, my girl: For George-a-Greene, the merry Pinner, BON. Bootless, my lord, are many vain replies. Let us hie us to Wakefield, and send her the Pinner's head. KEN. It shall be so. Grime, gramercie, KEN. And, Bettris, Leave a base Pinner, for to love an earl. [Exeunt Grime and Bettris. Fain would I see this Pinner George-a-Greene. It shall be thus; Nick Mannering shall lead on the battle, And we three will go to Wakefield in some disguise : But howsoever, I'll have his head to-day. [Exeunt omnes. Enter the KING OF SCOTS, LORD HUMES, with Soldiers, and JOHN. K. JAMES. Why, Johny, then the earl of Kendal is blithe, And hath brave men that troop along with him? JOHN. Ay marry, my liege, And hath good men that come along with him, But soft. Enter [NED] Jane-a-Barley's Son. Whose pretty boy art thou? K. JAMES. And whither art thou going, pretty Ned? NED. To seek some birds, and kill them, if I can. And now my schoolmaster is also gone, So have I liberty to ply my bow; For when he comes, I stir not from my book. K. JAMES. Lord Humes, but mark the visage of this child; By him I guess the beauty of his mother: None but Leda could breed Helena. Tell me, Ned, who is within with thy mother? [sir; Enter JANE-A-BARLEY upon the walls. And all thy friends, if thou be friend to me: I am thy lover, James, the king of Scots, * Scrasblesea] "Scrivelsby" or " Scamblesby." Little regard was given to my suit, But haply thy husband's presence wrought it : Yet often have I heard my father say, Were he ten kings, I would shoot him to the heart, I will go lie at Jockie Miller's house. K. JAMES. Stay him. JANE. Ay, well said, Ned, thou hast given the king his answer; For were the ghost of Cæsar on the earth, For I protest by the highest holy God, That doometh just revenge for things amiss, King James, of all men, shall not have my love. boot, But I'll raze thy castle to the very ground, JANE. I fear thee not, King Jamie; do thy worst. This castle is too strong for thee to scale; Besides, to-morrow will sir John come home. K. JAMES. Well, Jane, since thou disdain'st king I'll draw thee on with sharp and deep extremes : Shall perish here before thine eyes, Unless thou open the gate, and let me in. JANE. O deep extremes! my heart begins to break. My little Ned looks pale for fear. Cheer thee, my boy, I will do much for thee. NED. But not so much as to dishonour me. My husband's love, his honour, and his fame, Alarum within. Enter a MESSENGER. K. JAMES. Who, Musgrove? The devil he is! Come, my horse. [Exeunt the King and his train. Enter old MUSGROVE, with King JAMES prisoner. Mus. Now, king James, thou art my prisoner. K. JAMES. Not thine, but fortune's prisoner. Enter CUDDY. CUD. Father, the field is ours; Their colours we have seiz'd, and Humes is slain ; I slew him hand to hand. * Join] The 4to. “Joynes." |