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Hial. Your vow'd beadsman.
[Exeunt URs. and HIAL. K. Hen. King Ferdinand is not so much a fox, But that a cunning huntsman may in time Fall on the scent; in honourable actions Safe imitation best deserves a praise.
Urs. He is,
K. Hen. What was't
K. Hen. Nay, nay; something About my son prince Arthur's match.
Urs. Right, right sir : He humm'd it out, how that king Ferdinand Swore, that the marriage 'twixt the lady Kathe
rine, His daughter, and the prince of Wales your son,
6 Your vow'd beadsman.] One bound to pray for
from bede, the old English word for prayer: at this time, however, the expression was sufficiently familiar, and meant little more than the common language of civility-your vowed or devoted servant.
Should never be consummated, as long
K. Hen. I remember, 'Twas so indeed: the king his master swore it?
Urs. Directly, as he said.
K. Hen. An earl of Warwick ! Provide a messenger for letters instantly To bishop Fox. Our news from Scotland creeps; It comes too slow; we must have airy spirits, Our time requires dispatch.—The earl of War
wick! Let him be son to Clarence, younger brother To Edward ! Edward's daughter is, I think, Mother to our prince Arthur-[Aside.]—Get a messenger.
Before the Castle of Norham. Enter King James, WARBECK, CRAWFORD, Dal
YELL, HERON, ASTLEY, JOHN A-WATER, SKETON, and Soldiers.
K. Ja. We trifle time against these castle-walls, The English prelate will not yield : once more Give him a summons ! [A parley is sounded.
? Let him be son to Clarence, &c.] These are ominous musings of the king, who eagerly caught at the words of Ferdinand, as given above, and sought “ to export the odium of this innocent prince's execution out of the land, and lay it upon his new ally."
Enter on the walls the Bishop of DURHAM, armed,
a truncheon in his hand, with Soldiers. War. See the jolly clerk Appears, trimm'd like a ruffian.
K. Ja. Bishop, yet Set ope the ports, and to your lawful sovereign, Richard of York, surrender
this castle, And he will take thee to his grace; else Tweed Shall overflow his banks with English blood, And wash the sand that cements those hard stones, From their foundation.
Dur. Warlike king of Scotland, Vouchsafe a few words from a man enforced To lay his book aside, and clap on arms, Unsuitable to my age, or my profession. Courageous prince, consider on what grounds, You rend the face of peace, and break a league With a confederate king that courts your amity; For whom too? for a vagabond, a straggler, Not noted in the world by birth or name, An obscure peasant, by the rage
of hell Loos'd from his chains, to set great kings at
8 And clap on arms.] So the old copy: it is not improbable, however, that the poet's word was clasp.
Your proclamations, and the wiser pity
geance; But shake that viper off which gnaws your en
trails! I, and my fellow-subjects are resolv'd, If
you persist, to stand your utmost fury, Till our last blood drop from us.
War. O sir, lend No ear to this traducer of my honour ! _ What shall I call thee, thou grey-bearded scandal, That kick'st against the sovereignty to which Thou owest allegiance ?-Treason is bold-faced, And eloquent in mischief; sacred king, Be deaf to his known malice.
Dur. Rather yield Unto those holy motions which inspire The sacred heart of an anointed body! It is the surest policy in princes, To govern well their own, than seek encroach
ment Upon another's right.
to this traducer, &c.] The 4to, by an evident oversight, reads--to this seducer, &c. There is another misprint in the same line-me for no.
Craw. The king is serious,
Dal. Lift them up
War. Can you study,
K. Ja. Well,-bishop,
Dur. Construe me In like case by a subject of your own: My resolution's fix'd; king James, be consell’d, A greater fate waits on thee.
[Exeunt DURHAM and Soldiers from
the walls. K. Ja. Forage through The country; spare no prey of life or goods. War. Oh, sir, then give me leave to yield to
nature: I am most miserable; had I been Born what this clergyman would, by defame, Baffle belief with, I had never sought The truth of mine inheritance with rapes Of women, or of infants murder'd; virgins Deflower'd; old men butcher'd; dwellings fired; My land depopulated, and my people Afflicted with a kingdom's devastation: Shew more remorse, great king, or I shall never Endure to see such havock with dry eyes; Spare, spare, my dear, dear England !
K. Ja. You fool your piety, Ridiculously careful of an interest