Dal. Alas, sir,
How can you cast a mist upon your griefs ?
Which howsoe'er you shadow, but present
To [any] judging eye, the perfect substance
Of which mine are but counterfeits.

Hunt. Foh, Dalyell!
Thou interrupt’st the part I bear in music
To this rare bridal feast; let us be merry,
Whilst flattering calms secure us against storms:
Tempests, when they begin to roar, put out
The light of peace, and cloud the sun's bright eye
In darkness of despair; yet we are safe.

Dal. I wish you could as easily forget The justice of your sorrows, as my hopes Can yield to destiny.

Hunt. Pish! then I see Thou dost not know the flexible condition Of my [tough] nature! I can laugh, laugh heartily,

, When the gout cramps my joints; let but the

stone Stop in my bladder, I am straight a-singing; The quartan fever shrinking every limb, Sets me a-capering straight; do [but] betray me, And bind me a friend ever: what! I trust The losing of a daughter, though I doated On every hair that grew to trim her head, Admits not any pain like one of these. Come, thou’rt deceiv'd in me; give me a blow, A sound blow on the face, I'll thank thee fort; I love my wrongs : still thou’rt deceiv'd in me.

Dal. Deceiv’d? oh, noble Huntley, my few

years
Have learnt experience of too ripe an age,
To forfeit fit credulity; forgive
My rudeness, I am bold.

Hunt. Forgive me first
A madness of ambition; by example
Teach me humility, for patience scorns
Lectures, which schoolmen use to read to boys
Incapable of injuries: though old,
I could grow tough in fury, and disclaim
Allegiance to my king, could fall at odds
With all my fellow-peers, that durst not stand
Defendants 'gainst the rape done on mine honour:
But kings are earthly gods, there is no meddling
With their anointed bodies; for their actions,
They only are accountable to heaven.
Yet in the puzzle of my troubled brain,
One antidote's reserv'd against the poison
Of my distractions; 'tis in thee to apply it.

Dal. Name it; oh, name it quickly, sir !

Hunt. A pardon
For my most foolish slighting thy deserts ;
I have cull'd out this time to beg it: prithee,
Be gentle; had I been so, thou hadst own'd
A happy bride, but now a cast-away,
And never child of mine more.

Dal. Say not so, sir;
It is not fault in her.

Hunt. The world would prate How she was handsome; young I know she was,

Tender, and sweet in her obedience,
But, lost now; what a bankrupt am I made
Of a full stock of blessings !-must I hope
A mercy from thy heart?

Dal. A love, a service,
A friendship to posterity.

Hunt. Good angels
Reward thy charity! I have no more
But prayers left me now.

Dal. I'll lend you mirth, sir,
If
you

will be in consort. Hunt. 'Thank you truly: I must, yes, yes, I must;-here's yet some ease, A partner in affliction : look not angry. Dal. Good, noble sir!

[Music. Hunt. Oh,hark! we may be quiet, The king, and all the others come; a meeting Of gaudy sights: this day's the last of revels; To-morrow sounds of war; then new exchange; Fiddles must turn to swords. — Unhappy mar

riage!

A Flourish.—Enter King James, WARBECK lead

ing KATHERINE, CRAWFORD and his Countess;
Jane DOUGLAS, and other Ladies. HUNTLEY and
DALYELL fall among them.
K. Ja. Cousin of York, you and your princely

bride
Have liberally enjoy'd such soft delights,
As a new-married couple could forethink;

Nor has our bounty shorten'd expectation:
But after all those pleasures of repose,
Or amorous safety, we must rouse the ease
Of dalliance, with achievements of more glory
Than sloth and sleep can furnish: yet, for farewell,
Gladly we entertain a truce with time,
To grace the joint endeavours of our servants.

War. My royal cousin, in your princely favour,
The extent of bounty hath been so unlimited,
As only an acknowledgment in words
Would breed suspicion in our state and quality.
When we shall, in the fulness of our fate,
(Whose minister, Necessity, will perfit)
Sit on our own throne; then our arms, laid open
To gratitude, in sacred memory
Of these large benefits, shall twine them close,
Even to our thoughts and heart, without distinc-

tion.
Then James and Richard, being in effect
One person, shall unite and rule one people,
Divisible in titles only.

K. Ja. Seat you.
Are the presenters ready?

Craw. All are entering.
Hunt. Dainty sport toward, Dalyell! sit, come

sit,
Sit and be quiet; here are kingly bug-words !

The sentence seems incomplete, for want of a relative; the meaning, however, is clear enough: in plain words, Necessity, the agent of Destiny, will bring her design to perfection; i. e. give me the kingdom,

Bug-words.] Generally speaking, terrific, alarming words; VOL. II.

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Enter at one door four Scotch Anticks, accordingly

habited;} at another, WARBECK's followers, disguised as four Wild Irish in trowses, long-haired, and accordingly habited.---Music.--A Dance by the Masquers.

K. Ja. To all a general thanks!

War. In the next room Take

your own shapes4 again; you shall receive Particular acknowledgment. [Exeunt the masquers.

K. Ja. Enough Of merriments. Crawford, how far's our army Upon the march?

Craw. At Hedon-hall, great king;
Twelve thousand, well prepared.

K. Ja. Crawford, to-night
Post thither. We, in person, with the prince,
By four o'clock to-morrow after dinner,
Will be wi' you; speed away!
Craw. I fly, my lord.

[Exit.

from the Celtic, bwg, a fiend, a frightful hobgoblin: here, however, they sarcastically allude to the pompous high-sounding language of the imaginary monarch. A similar expression occurs in the Tamer tamed: “These are, indeed, bug-words !"

" 3 Four Scotch Anticks accordingly habited.] i.e. characteristically. The trowses, or trosses, of the “ wild Irish,” mentioned in the next line, were drawers closely fitted to the shape; and which, together with the long shaggy hair of these people, are often made the subject of mirth by our old dramatists.

* Take your own shapes.] i.e. resume your ordinary dress.

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