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Of painted power on the shore of Kent,
Whence he was beaten back with shame and scorn,
Contempt, and slaughter of some naked outlaws :
But tell me, what new course now shapes duke

Perkin?
Clif. For Ireland, mighty Henry; so instructed
By Stephen Frion, sometimes' secretary
In the French tongue unto your sacred excellence,
But Perkin's tutor now.
K. Hen.

A subtle villain
That Frion, Frion,-you, my lord of Durham,
Knew well the man.

Dur. French, both in heart and actions.
K. Hen. Some Irish heads work in this mine of

treason ; Speak them.

Clif Not any of the best; your fortune Hath dull'd their spleens. Never had counterfeit Such a confused rabble of lost bankrupts For counsellors: first Heron, a broken mercer, Then John A-Water, sometimes mayor of Cork, Sketon a taylor, and a scrivener Call’d Astley: and whate'er these list* to treat of, Perkin must harken to; but Frion, cunning Above these dull capacities, still prompts him To fly to Scotland to young James the Fourth; And sue for aid to him; this is the latest Of all their resolutions.

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Sometimes,] Formerly. See the Introduction to this play, and further on in this page, where the word occurs in the same

sense.

In the Merchant of Venice, Bassanes says :
“ In Belmont is a lady richly left,
And she is fair, and fairer than that word,
Of wond'rons virtues; sometimes from her eyes

I did receive fair speechless messages.”

List,] An old word for choose ; of too frequent occurrence to require any example of its use.

K. Hen..

Still more Frion ? Pestilent adder ! he will hiss out poison, As dang'rous as infectious. We must match 'em. Clifford thou hast spoke home, we give thee life : But, Clifford, there are people of our own Remain behind untold ; who are they, Clifford ? Name those, and we are friends, and will to rest : 'Tis thy last task.

Clif. Oh, sir, here I must break
A most unlawful oath to keep a just one.

K. Hen. Well, well, be brief, be brief.
Clif.

The first in rank
Shall be John Ratcliffe Lord Fitzwater, then
Sir Simon Mountford, and Sir Thomas Thwaites,
With William Dawbeney, Chessoner, Astwood,
Worsley, the dean of Paul's, two other friars,
And Robert Ratcliffe.
K. Hen.

Churchmen are turn'd devils. These are the principal ? Clif

One more remains
Unnam'd, whom I could willingly forget.

K. Hen. Ha, Clifford ! one more ?
Clif.

Great sir, do not hear him,
For when Sir William Stanley, your lord chambe-

lain,
Shall come into the list, as he is chief,
I shall lose credit with ye; yet this lord,
Last nam'd, is first against you.
K. Hen.

Urswick, the light!
View well my face, sirs: is there blood left in it?

Dur. You alter strangely, sir.
K. Hen.

Alter, lord bishop ?
Why, Clifford stabb'd me, or I dreamt 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
Repeat the name no more.
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 Wil-

liam Stanley,
My chamberlain, my counsellor, the love,
The pleasure of my court, my bosom friend,
The charge, and the controulment of my person ;
The keys and secrets

of my treasury ;
The all of all I am! I am unhappy :
Misery of confidence,-let me turn traitor
To my own person, yield my sceptre up
To Edward's sister, and her bastard duke !

Dur. You lose your constant temper.
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, snatched from his

head The kingly crown, and plac'd 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 be

comes you : Provide against your danger.

* Lies wait on treasons, as I find it here,] i. e. Lies are ever attendants upon treason ; as is the case in the present instance.

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 ?

Enter DAWBENEY. Daw.

Ten thousand Cornish Grudging to pay your subsidies, have gather'd A-head, led by a blacksmith and a lawyer, They make for London, and to them is join'd Lord Audley. As they march, their number daily Increases; they are K. Hen.

Rascals—talk no more ; Such are not worthy of my thoughts to-night: And if I cannot sleep, I'll wake : -to bed. When counsels fail, and there's no man to trust, Even then an arm from heaven fights for the just.

ACT II.

SCENE I.-Edinburgh.-The Presence-Chamber

in the Palace, with a Gallery. Enter above, the Countess of CRAWFORD, Lady

KATHERINE, JANE, and other ladies. Countess. Come, ladies, here's a solemn prepara

tion

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 ; But very modest people, for they strive not To fame their names too much ; their godfathers May be beholding to them, but their fathers Scarce owe them thanks: they are disguised princes, 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. A Flourish.Enter King JAMES, HUNTLEY,

CRAWFORD, and DALYELL.
The king:

Kath. Let us observe 'em and be silent.
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
Hurl'd down from careful' crowns, to undergo
An exercise of sufferance in both fortunes :
So English Richard, surnam'd Cæur de Lion,
So Robert Bruce, our royal ancestor,
Forc'd by the trial of the wrongs they felt,
Both sought and found supplies from foreign kings
To repossess their own. Then grudge not, lords,

Careful.] Here used in the literal sense, full of cares.

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