Sir Taylor, and a hundred English rebels)
They're all retired to Flanders, to the dam
That nurs'd this eager whelp, Margaret of Bur-

gundy.
But we will hunt him there too! we will hunt him,
Hunt him to death, even in the beldam's closet,
Though the archduke were his buckler!

Sur. She has styled him,
“ The fair white rose of England.”

Daw. Jolly gentleman!
More fit. to be a swabber to the Flemish,
After a drunken surfeit.

Enter URSWICK. Urs. Gracious sovereign, Please you peruse this paper.

[The king reads. Dur. The king's countenance Gathers a sprightly blood.

Daw. Good news; believe it.
K. Hen. Urswick, thine ear.” —Thou hast lodged

him?

Urswick, thine ear.] Christopher Urswick was at this time almoner to the king. He had been chaplain to the Countess of Richmond, who afterwards married Thomas Lord Stanley, the elder brother of Sir W. Stanley, the person here implicated; and was trusted by this nobleman with the correspondence between him and Richmond (Henry VII.), and therefore, perhaps, much in his confidence and esteem. His eager importunity to betray the brother of his former patron argues but little for his character ; but in those days much consistency is rarely to be found. Weaver, who gives his epitaph, (by which it appears that he possessed and resigned several high stations in the church,) concludes thus“ Here let him rest, as an example for all unjust prelates to admire, and for few or none to imitate.”—The news which Urswick now communicated was evidently that of his having privately

Urs. Strongly safe, sir.
K. Hen. Enough,—is Barley come too?
Urs. No, my lord.
K. Hen. No matter--phew! he's but a running

weed,
At pleasure to be pluck'd up by the roots;
But more of this anon.—I have bethought me.
My lords, for reasons which you shall partake,
It is our pleasure to remove our court
From Westminster to the Tower:3 we will lodge
This very night there; give, lord chamberlain,
A present order for it.

Stan. The Tower!—[Aside.]--I shall, sir.
K. Hen. Come, my true, best, fast friends, these

clouds will vanish, The sun will shine at full; the heavens are clearing.

[Flourish.-Exeunt.

brought the double traitor, Clifford, the confidential agent of Warbeck's party, to England.

Sir Robert Clifford and Master William Barley, Lord Bacon says, were the only two who adventured their fortunes openlysent, indeed, from the party of the conspirators here to understand the truth of what passed in Flanders, and not without some help of money from hence, to be provisionally delivered, if they were satisfied that there was truth in these pretences.”

Clifford, it appears, was soon won to give up his employers. Master Barley, for whom Henry next inquires, did not betray his cause quite so speedily, nor trust quite so readily to the king's clemency as Clifford; in the end, however, he also returned to England, and was pardoned.

SCENE II.

Edinburgh.- An Apartment in Lord HUNTLEY'S

House.

Enter HUNTLEY and DALYELL.

Hunt. You trifle time, sir.
Dal. Oh, my noble lord,
You construe my griefs to so hard a sense,
That where the text is argument of pity,
Matter of earnest love, your gloss corrupts it
With too much ill-placed mirth.

Hunt. Much mirth,” lord Dalyell!
Not so, I vow. Observe me, sprightly gallant.
I know thou art a noble lad, a handsome,
Descended from an honourable ancestry,
Forward and active, dost resolve to wrestle,
And ruffle in the world by noble actions,
For a brave mention to posterity:
I scorn not thy affection to my daughter,
Not I, by good Saint Andrew; but this bugbear,
This whoreson tale of honour,-honour, Dalyell!—
So hourly chats and tattles in mine ear,
The piece of royalty that is stitch'd

up In my

Kate's blood, that 'tis as dangerous For thee, young lord, to perch so near an eaglet, As foolish for my gravity to admit it: I have spoke all at once.

Dal. Sir, with this truth, You mix such wormwood, that you leave no hope For

my disorder'd palate e'er to relish

.

VOL. 11.

A wholesome taste again : alas! I know, sir,
What an unequal distance lies between
Great Huntley's daughter's birth and Dalyell's for-

tunes; She's the king's kinswoman, placed near the

crown, A princess of the blood, and I a subject. Hunt. Right; but a noble subject; put in that

too. Dal. I could add more; and in the rightest line, Derive my pedigree from Adam Mure, A Scottish knight; whose daughter was the mo

ther To him who first begot the race of Jameses, That sway the sceptre to this very day. But kindreds are not ours, when once the date Of many years have swallow'd

up Of their originals; so pasture-fields, Neighbouring too near the ocean, are supp'd up And known no more: for stood I in

my

first And native greatness, if my princely mistress Vouchsafed me not her servant, 'twere as good I were reduced to clownery, to nothing, As to a throne of wonder.

Hunt. Now, by Saint Andrew, A spark of metal! he has a brave fire in him. I would he had my daughter, so I knew 't not. But ’t must not be so, must not.—[Aside]—Well,

the memory

young lord,

This will not do yet; if the girl be headstrong, And will not hearken to good counsel, steal her,

And run away with her; dance galliards, do, And frisk about the world to learn the languages: 'Twill be a thriving trade; you may set up by’t.

Dal. With pardon, noble Gordon, this disdain Suits not your daughter's virtue, or my constancy. Hunt. You're angry-would he would beat me, I deserve it.

[Aside. Dalyell, thy hand, we are friends: follow thy

courtship, Take thine own time and speak; if thou prevail’st With passion, more than I can with my counsel, , She's thine; nay, she is thine: ’tis a fair match, Free and allow'd. I'll only use my tongue, .

, Without a father's power; use thou thine: Self do, self have—no more words; win and wear

her. Dal. You bless me; I am now too poor

in thanks To pay

the debt I owe you.
Hunt. Nay, thou’rt poor enough.-
I love his spirit infinitely.-Look ye,
She comes: to her now, to her, to her!

a

Enter KATHERINE and JANE. Kath. The king commands your presence, sir.

Hunt. The gallantThis, this, this lord, this servant, Kate, of yours, Desires to be your master.

Kath. I acknowledge him A worthy friend of mine.