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As sent from you, in point of noble gratitude Unto king James, with these his heralds; you, Shall shortly hear from me, my lord, for order Of breathing or proceeding; and king Henry, Doubt not, will thank the service.

Sur. To your wisdom,
Lord bishop, I refer it.

Dur. Be it so then.
Sur. Heralds, accept this chain, and these few


March. Our duty, noble general.

Dur. In part
Of retribution for such princely love,
My lord the general is pleased to shew
The king your master his sincerest zeal,
By further treaty, by no common man;
I will myself return with you.

Sur. You oblige
My faithfullest affections to you, lord bishop.

March. All happiness attend your lordship!

Sur. Come, friends, And fellow-soldiers; we, I doubt, shall meet No enemies but woods and hills, to fight with; Then 'twere as good to feed and sleep at home: We may be free from danger, not secure.



The Scottish Camp.

War. Frion, oh Frion, all my hopes of glory
Are at a stand! the Scottish king grows dull,
Frosty, and wayward, since this Spanish agent
Hath mix'd discourses with him; they are private,
I am not call’d to council now ;-confusion
On all his crafty shrugs! I feel the fabric
Of my designs are tottering.

Fri, Henry's policies
Stir with too many engines.

War. Let his mines,
Shaped in the bowels of the earth, blow up
Works rais'd for my defence, yet can they never
Toss into air the freedom of


Or disavow my blood Plantagenet's !
I am my father's son still. But, oh Frion,
When I bring into count with my disasters,

, My wife's compartnership, my Kate's, my life's, Then, then my frailty feels an earthquake. Mis

chief Damn Henry's plots! I will be England's king, Or let my aunt of Burgundy report My fall in the attempt deserv'd our ancestors ! Fri. You grow too wild in passion; if you

will Appear a prince indeed, confine


will To moderation.

War. What a saucy rudeness Prompts this distrust? If? If I will appear? Appear a prince? death throttle such deceits Even in their birth of utterance! cursed cozenage Of trust! You make me mad; 'twere best, it

seems, That I should turn impostor to myself, Be mine own counterfeit, belie the truth Of my

dear mother's womb, the sacred bed Of a prince murther’d, and a living baffled !

Fri. Nay, if you have no ears to hear, I have No breath to spend in vain.

War. Sir, sir, take heed !
Gold, and the promise of promotion, rarely
Fail in temptation.

Fri. Why to me this?

War. Nothing Speak what you will; we are not sunk so low But your advice may piece again the heart Which many cares have broken: you were wont In all extremities to talk of comfort; Have you none left now? I'll not interrupt you. Good, bear with my distractions! If king James Deny us dwelling here, next, whither must I ? I prithee, be not angry.

Fri. Sir, I told you Of letters come from Ireland ; how the Cornish Stomach their last defeat, and humbly sue That with such forces, as you could partake, You would in person land in Cornwall, where Thousands will entertain your title gladly.

War. Let me embrace thee, hug thee! thou'st

reviv'd My comforts; if my cousin king will fail, Our cause will never

Welcome, my tried friends,
You keep your brains awake in our defence.
Frion, advise with them of these affairs,
In which be wondrous secret; I will listen
What else concerns us here: be quick and wary.

[Exit. Ast. Ah, sweet young prince! Secretary, my fellow-counsellors and I have consulted, and jump all in one opinion directly, and if these Scotch garboils do not fadge to our minds, we will pellmell run amongst the Cornish choughs presently, and in a trice.

Sket. 'Tis but going to sea and leaping ashore, cut ten or twelve thousand unnecessary throats, -fire seven or eight towns, take half a dozen cities, get into the market-place, crown himn Richard the Fourth, and the business is finished.

J. a-Wat. I grant you, quoth I, so far forth, as men may do, no more than men may do; for it is good, to consider, when consideration may be to the purpose, otherwise — still you shall pardon me-“ little said is soon amended.” Fri. Then you conclude the Cornish action

surest? Her. We do so; and doubt not but to thrive abundantly. Ho, my masters, had we known of

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the commotion when we set sail out of Ireland, the land had been ours ere this time.

Sket. Pish, pish! 'tis but forbearing being an earl or a duke a month or two longer. I


and say it again, if the work go not on apace, let me never see new fashion more.

I warrant you,

I warrant you; we will have it so, and so it shall be.

Ast. This is but a cold phlegmatic country; not stirring enough for men of spirit. Give me the heart of England for my money!

Sket. A man may batten there in a week only, with hot loaves and butter,+ and a lusty cup of muscadine and sugar at breakfast, though he inake never a meal all the month after.

J. a- Wat. Surely, when I bore office, I found by experience, that to be much troublesome, was to be much wise and busy: I have observed, how filching and bragging has been the best service in these last wars; and therefore conclude peremptorily on the design in England. If things and things may fall out, as who can tell what or howbut the end will shew it. Fri. Resolved like men of judgment! Here to

More time, is but to lose it; cheer the prince,
And haste him on to this; on this depends,
Fame in success, or glory in our ends.


4 With hot loaves and butter] Our ancestors must have found something peculiarly amusing in a taylor's breakfast, to justify the comic writers in these eternal references to it. It is more than once noticed by Jonson ; and see Massinger, vol. iii. p. 457.

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