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Thou stand'st between a father and a suitor,
Oh! you're all oracle, The living stock and root of truth and wisdom.
* To side thy equals ;] To match with thy equals. This is a singular use of the verb to side, which was originally a technical term at card-playing.
Kath. My worthiest lord and father, the indulgence
[Kneels. Of your sweet composition, thus commands The lowest of obedience : you have granted A liberty so large, that I want skill To choose without direction of example: From which I daily learn, by how much more You take off from the roughness of a father, By so much more I am engagʻd to tender The duty of a daughter. For respects Of birth, degrees of title, and advancement, I nor admire nor slight them; all my studies Shall ever aim at this perfection only, To live and die so, that you may not blush In any course of mine to own me yours.
Hunt. Kate, Kate, thou grow'st upon my heart, Creating every other hour a jubilee.
Kath. To you my lord of Dalyell, I address
Hunt. Good wench, good girl, i' faith.
For my part (trust me),
Oh, that I were young again
She'd make me court proud danger, and suck spirit From reputation.
Kath. To the present motion, Here's all that I dare answer : when a ripeness Of more experience, and some use of time, Resolves to treat the freedom of my youth Upon exchange of troths', I shall desire No surer credit, of a match with virtue, Than such as lives in you ; mean time, my hopes
Preserv'd secure, in having you a friend.
Dal, You are a blessed lady, and instruct Ambition not to soar a farther flight, Than in the perfum'd air of your soft voice.My noble lord of Huntley, you have lent A full extent of bounty to this parley ; And for it shall command your humblest servant. Hunt. Enough: we are still friends, and will
continue A hearty love.-Oh! Kate, thou art mine own.No more: my lord of Crawford.
From the king
Some weighty business?
• Resolves to treat the freedom of my youth,
Upon exchange of troths.] The phraseology here is ex. tremely involved. The meaning seems to be," when experience and time give me a resolution to treat for an exchange of the freedom of my youth for mutual truth or betrothing, I shall desire," &c.; or, in plainer words, “ when experience and time shall incline me to give up the freedom of my youth, and give up my truth and faith to another in exchange for his faith," &
Conceal'd, I know not where, these fourteen years,
you. Craw. My service, noble lady. Kath.
you walk, sir? Dal. Times have their changes ; sorrow makes
men wise ; The sun itself must set as well as rise ; Then, why not I. Fair madam, I wait on you.
SCENE III.-Night.--The Tower.—Lights brought
Enter DURHAM, Sir Robert CLIFFORD, and
URSWICK.—Lights. Dur. You find, Sir Robert Clifford, how securely King Henry, our great master, doth commit His person to your loyalty; you taste His bounty and his mercy even in this; That at a time of night so late, a place So private as his closet, he is pleas'd To admit you to his favour; do not falter In your discovery, but as you covet A liberal grace, and pardon for your follies, So labour to deserve it, by laying open All plots, all persons, that contrive against it.
Urs. Remember not the witchcraft, or the magic, The charms and incantations, which the sorceress Of Burgundy hath cast upon your reason : Sir Robert, be your own friend now, discharge Your conscience freely; all of such as love you, Stand sureties for your bonesty and truth.
Take heed you do not dally with the king,
I am miserable
The king comes.
Enter King HENRY. K. Hen. Clifford ! Clif. (Kneels.) Let my weak knees rot to the earth, If I appear as lep'rous in my treacheries, , Before your royal eyes, as to my own I seem a monster, by my breach of truth. K. Hen. Clifford, stand up: for instance of thy
safety I offer thee my hand.
Clif. A sovereign balm For my
bruis'd soul, I kiss it with a greediness. Sir, you are a just master, but I
of our enemies' intents Without corruption ?
Clif. True, as I wish heaven; Or my infected honour white again. K. Hen. We know all, Clifford, fully, since this
meteor This airy apparition first discradled From Tournay into Portugal ; and thence Advanc'd his fiery blaze for adoration To th' superstitious Irish; since the beard Of this wild comet, conjur'd into France, Sparkled in antick flames in Charles his court; But shrunk again from thence, and, hid in dark
ness, Stole into Flanders, flourishing the rags