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Sir Taylor, and a hundred English rebels)
Şur. She has styled him,
Daw. Jolly gentleman!
Enter URSWICK. Urs. Gracious sovereign, Please you peruse
paper. [The king reads. Dur. The king's countenance Gathers a sprightly blood.
Daw. Good news; believe it.
Ursuick, 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 wbich 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.
Stan. The Tower !—[Aside.]—I shall, sir.
clouds will vanish, The sun will shine at full; the heavens are clearing.
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.
3 Lord Bacon well accounts for this sudden resolution of the king. “ The place of the Tower was chosen to that end, that if Clifford should accuse any of the great ones, they might, without suspicion, or noise, or sending abroad of warrants, be presently attached: the court and prison being within the cincture of one wall.”
Edinburgh.—An Apartment in Lord HUNTLEY'S
Enter HUNTLEY and DALYELL.
Hunt. You trifle time, sir.
Hunt. “ Much mirth,” lord Dalyell!
Dal. Sir, with this truth, You mix such wormwood, that you leave no hope For my disorder'd palate e'er to relish
A wholesome taste again : alas ! I know, sir,
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
the memory Of their originals; so pasture-fields, Neighbouring too near the ocean, are supp'd up And known no more: for stood I in
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,
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 prevailst 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
Hunt. Nay, thou’rt poor enough.-
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.