K. Ja. Our business grows to head now; where's your secretary, That he attends you not to serve? War. With Marchmont, Your herald. K. Ja. Good: the proclamation's ready; By that it will appear how the English stand Affected to your title. Huntley, comfort Your daughter in her husband's absence; fight With prayers at home for us, who, for your ho nours, Must toil in fight abroad. Hunt. Prayers are the weapons K. Ja. To rest, young beauties! We must be early stirring; quickly part: A kingdom's rescue craves both speed and art. Cousins, good night. War. Rest to our cousin king. Kath. Your blessing, sir. [A flourish. Hunt. Fair blessings on your highness! sure you need them. [Exeunt all but WAR. KATH. and JANE. War. Jane, set the lights down, and from us return To those in the next room, this little purse; Say, we'll deserve their loves. Jane. It shall be done, sir. [Exit. War. Now, dearest, ere sweet sleep shall seal those eyes, Love's precious tapers, give me leave to use It would be sacrilege to intrude upon The temple of thy peace: swift as the morning, In staying here behind. War. The churlish brow Of war, fair dearest, is a sight of horror Which my last breath shall sound, thy name, thou fairest, Shall sing a requiem to my soul, unwilling Only of greater glory, 'cause divided From such a heaven on earth, as life with thee. And vow to crown thee Empress of the West. right In me is without question, and however Or constancy, or duty in a wife. You must be king of me; and my poor heart War. But we will live, Live, beauteous virtue, by the lively test Kath. Pray do not use That word, it carries fate in't: the first suit Kath. That hereafter, If you return with safety, no adventure War. You are lady Of your desires, and shall command your will; Yet 'tis too hard a promise. Kath. What our destinies Have ruled out in their books, we must not search, But kneel to. War. Then to fear when hope is fruitless, Were to be desperately miserable; Which poverty our greatness dares not dream of, And much more scorns to stoop to: some few mi nutes Remain yet, let's be thrifty in our hopes. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The Palace at Westminster. Enter King HENRY, HIALAS, and URSWICK. K. Hen. Your name is Pedro Hialas," a Spaniard? Hial. Sir, a Castillian born. K. Hen. King Ferdinand, With wise queen Isabel his royal consort, Write you a man of worthy trust and candour. Princes are dear to heaven, who meet with sub jects Sincere in their employments; such I find Your commendation, sir. Let me deliver How joyful I repute the amity, With your most fortunate master, who almost Against the Moors, who had devour'd his country, 66 5 Your name is Pedro Hialas, &c.] "Amidst these troubles," Lord Bacon says, came into England from Spain, Peter Hialas, some call him Elias, surely he was the fore-runner of the good hap that we enjoy at this day for his embassy set the truce between England and Scotland; the truce drew on the peace, the peace the marriage, the union of the kingdoms: a man of great wisdom, and, as those times went, not unlearned." To Scotland, for a peace between our kingdoms, Hial. Your majesty Doth understand him rightly. Your knowledge can instruct me; wherein, sir, Of As any council shall advise. Hial. Then, sir, My chief request is, that on notice given K. Hen. I shall do it, Being that way well provided by a servant, Hial. If king James, By any indirection, should perceive My coming near your court, I doubt the issue Of my employment. K. Hen. Be not your own herald: I learn sometimes without a teacher. Guard all your princely thoughts! K. Hen. Urswick, no further Than the next open gallery attend him |