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Enter King JAMES and HUNTLEY. K. Ja. Do not Argue against our will; we have descended Somewhat (as we may term it) too familiarly From justice of our birthright, to examine The force of your allegiance,-sir, we have ;-But find it short of duty!
Hunt. Break my heart, Do, do, king! Have my services, my loyalty, (Heaven knows untainted ever) drawn upon me Contempt now in mine age, when I but wanted A minute of a peace not to be troubled, My last, my long one? Let me be a dotard, A bedlam, a poor sot, or what you please To have me, so you will not stain your blood, Your own blood, royal sir, though mixt with
mine, By marriage of this girl to a straggler ! Take, take my head, sir; whilst my tongue can wag, It cannot name him other.
K. Ja. Kings are counterfeits In your repute, grave oracle, not presently Set on their thrones, with sceptres in their fists! But use your own detraction ; 'tis our pleasure
8 By marriage of this girl.] See vol. i. p. 19. The circumstance is thus briefly noticed by Lord Bacon.—" To put it out of doubt that he took (Perkin) to be a great prince, and not a representation only, King James gave consent that this duke should take to wife the Lady Catherine Gordon, daughter of the Earl of Huntley, being a near kinswoman to the king himself, and a young virgin of excellent beauty and virtue.”
To give our cousin York for wife our kinswoman, The lady Katherine : Instinct of sovereignty Designs the honour, though her peevish father Usurps our resolution.
Hunt. Oh, 'tis well,
Dal. Cruel misery!
Hunt. I thank thee heartily.
9 A queen! perhaps, a quean!] I cannot reconcile myself to this reading, though I have adopted it. The noble Huntley would scarcely use such language of his daughter, however lightly he might be disposed to treat the young pretender to royalty. The passage stands thus in the old copy :
I never was ambitious
A Queene, perhaps a Queene ?"
A queen, perhaps! a queen! it may seem to express his affected surprize at her advancement; but let the reader decide.
K. Ja. Cease persuasions. I violate no pawns of faiths, intrude not On private loves; that I have play'd the orator For kingly York to virtuous Kate, her grant Can justify, referring her contents To our provision: the Welsh Harry, henceforth, Shall therefore know, and tremble to acknow
ledge, That not the painted idol of his policy Shall fright the lawful owner from a kingdom.We are resolv'd.
Hunt. Some of thy subjects' hearts,
K. Ja. Then shall their bloods
Hunt. Farewell, daughter!
Enter WARBECK, complimenting with Lady Kathe
RINE; Countess of CRAWFORD, JANE DOUGLAS,
K. Ja. Peace, old frenzy.-
Hunt. (Aside.) Ho, brave !-Youth ;"
War. An union this way,
dence Shall crown you queen of me, and my best fortunes.
Kath. Where my obedience is, my lord, a duty, Love owes true service.
War. Shall I?
K. Ja. Cousin, yes,
[He joins their hands.
Kath. By your gift, sir.
Kath. I miss yet
Hunt. I am Huntley,
Ho, brave !—Youth.] The old copy has lady. The earl evidently meant to repeat the king's last words; the mistake probably arose from the printer's eye having been caught by the word immediately below it. 2 Kunt. I am Huntley,
Old Alexander Gordon.] This appears to be a mistake. The
Nor more nor less; and, lady, if you wish for
virtues !— Prithee, Dalyell, Come with me; for I feel thy griefs as full As mine; let's steal away, and cry together. Dal. My hopes are in their ruins.
[Excunt Hunt, and Dal. K. Ja. Good, kind Huntley Is overjoy’d: a fit solemnity Shall perfect these delights; Crawford, attend Our order for the preparation.
[Exeunt all but Frion, Her. SKET.
J. A-Wat. and Ast. Fri. Now, worthy gentlemen, have I not follow'd My undertakings with success? Here's entrance Into a certainty above a hope.
Her. Hopes are but hopes; I was ever confident, when I traded but in remnants, that my stars had resery'd me to the title of a Viscount at least: honour is honour, though cut out of any stuffs.'
father of Katherine, as is said above, was George Gordon. His father, indeed, was named Alexander, and so was his son and successor; but the latter did not obtain the title till many years after this period.
3 Her. Honour is honour, though cut out of any stuffs.] Ford has made the speakers express themselves characteristically. Heron, or Herne, as Lord Bacon calls him, was a mercer; Sketon, or rather Skelton, was a taylor, and Astley a scrivener: they were all men of broken fortunes, a circumstance to which the poet frequently alludes.