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A much distressed prince: king Charles of France,
And Maximilian of Bohemia both,
Have ratified his credit by their letters.
Shall we then be distrustful ? No; compassion
Is one rich jewel that shines in our crown,
And we will have it shine there.

Do your will, sir.
K. Ja. The young duke is at hand; Dalyell,

from us First greet him, and conduct him on ; then Craw

ford Shall meet him next, and Huntley, last of all, Present him to our arms. Sound sprightly music, Whilst majesty encounters majesty! Hautboys.--Erit DALYELL, and re-enter with PER

lutes Perkin, and afterwards HUNTLEY, who
presents him to the King, by whom he is embra-
ced. In the meantime the noblemen slightly sa-
lute his followers.
War. Most high, most mighty king ! that now

there stands
Before your eyes, in presence of your peers,
A subject of the rarest kind of pity
That hath in any age touch'd noble hearts,
The vulgar story of a prince's ruin,
Hath made it too apparent: Europe knows,
And all the western world, what persecution
Hath rag'd in malice against us, sole heir
To the great throne of old Plantagenets.
How, from our nursery, we have been hurried
Unto the sanctuary, from the sanctuary
Forc'd to the prison, from the prison haul'd
By cruel hands to the tormentor's fury;
Is register'd already in the volume

Of all mens' tongues, whose true relation draws
Compassion, melted into weeping eyes,
And bleeding souls : but our misfortunes since,
Have rang'd a larger progress thro' strange lands,
Protected in our innocence by Heaven.
Edward the Fifth, our brother, in his tragedy,
Quench'd their hot thirst of blood, whose hire to

Paid them their wages of despair and horror ;
The softness of my childhood smil'd upon
The roughness of their task, and robb’d them farther
Of hearts to dare, or hands to execute.
Great king they spar'd my life, the butchers spar'd

it ; Return'd the tyrant, my unnatural uncle, A truth of my dispatch ; I was convey'd With secrecy and speed to Tournay ; foster'd By obscure means, taught to unlearn myself: But as I grew in years, I grew in sense Of fear and of disdain ; fear of the tyrant Whose power sway'd the throne then, when disdain Of living so unknown, in such a servile And abject lowness, prompted me to thoughts Of recollecting who I was; I shook off My bondage, and made haste to let my aunt Of Burgundy acknowledge me her kinsman ; Heir to the crown of England, snatch'd by Henry From Richard's head; a thing scarce known i'th'

world, K. Ja. My lord, it stands not with your counsel

To fly upon invectives; if you can
Make this apparent what you have discoursed,
In every circumstance, we will not study
An answer, but are ready in your cause.

War. You are a wise and just king, by the powers Above reserv’d, beyond all other aids,

To plant me in mine own inheritance :
To marry these two kingdoms in a love
Never to be divorc'd, while time is time.
As for the manner, first of my escape,
Of my conveyance next, of my life since,
The means, and persons who were instruments,
Great sir, 'tis fit I over-pass in silence;
Reserving the relation to the secrecy
Of your own princely care, since it concerns
Some great ones living yet, and others dead,
Whose issue might be question’d. For your bounty,
Royal magnificence to him that seeks it,
We vow hereafter to demean ourself,
As if we were your own and natural brother ;
Omitting no occasion in our person,
To express a gratitude beyond example.
K. Ja. He must be more than subject who can

The language of a king, and such is thine.
Take this for answer, be whate'er thou art,
Thou never shalt repent that thou hast put
Thy cause and person into my protection.
Cousin of York, thus once more we embrace thee;
Welcome to James of Scotland. For thy safety,
Know, such as love thee not, shall never wrong thee.
Come, we will taste a while our court-delights,
Dream hence afflictions past, and then proceed
To high attempts of honour. On, lead on!
Both thou and thine are ours, and we will guard ye.

[Exeunt all but the Ladies above. Countess. I have not seen a gentleman Of a more brave aspect, or goodlier carriage. His fortunes move not him.-Madam, you're pas

sionate. Kath. Beshrew me, but his words have touched

me home,

Lead on

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As if his cause concern'd me: I should pity him If he should prove another than he seems.

Enter CRAWFORD. Craw. Ladies, the king commands your presence

For entertainment of the duke.

The duke
Must then be entertain’d, the king obey'd :
It is our duty.

Countess. We will all wait on him. [Exeunt,

SCENE II.-London.---The Tower.

A Flourish. Enter King HenrY, OXFORD, DUR

HAM, SURREY. K. Hen. Have


condemn'd my chamberlain ? Dur.

His treasons
Condemn'd him, sir, which were as clear and mani-

As foul and dangerous: besides, the guilt
Of his conspiracy prest him so nearly
That it drew from him free confession,
Without an importunity.
K. Hen.

Oh, lord bishop,
This argued shame and sorrow for his folly,
And must not stand in evidence against
Our mercy, and the softness of our nature ;
The rigour and extremity of law
Is sometimes too too bitter, but we carry
A chancery of pity in our bosom.
I hope we may reprieve him from the sentence
Of death; I hope we may.

You may, you may,
And so persuade your subjects that the title

Of York is better, nay, more just and lawful,
Then yours of Lancaster ; so Stanley holds :
Which if it be not treason in the highest,
Then we are traitors all, perjur'd, and false,
Who have took oath to Henry, and the justice
Of Henry's title ; Oxford, Surrey, Dawbeney,
With all your other peers of state and church,
Forsworn, and Stanley true alone to Heaven,
And England's lawful heir.

By Vere's old honours,
I'll cut his throat dares speak it.

'Tis a quarrel
To engage a soul in.
K. Hen.

What a coil' is here
To keep my gratitude sincere and perfect !
Stanley was once my friend, and came in time
To save my life : yet, to say truth, my lords,
The man staid long enough t endanger it;
But I could see no more into his heart,
Than what his outward actions did present;
And for them have rewarded him so fully,
As that there wanted nothing in our gift
To gratify his merit, as I thought,
Unless I should divide my crown with him,
And give him half; tho' now I well perceive
'Twould scarce have serv'd his turn, without the

But I am charitable, lords : let justice
Proceed in execution, whilst I mourn
The loss of one whom I esteem'd a friend.

Dur. Sir, he is coming this way.
K. Hen.

If he speak to me
I could deny him nothing; to prevent it,


Coil,] Bustle, stir. • Rewarded 'em.] So the quarto reads corruptedly.

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