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Fri. The inhabitants expect you daily.
War. Cheerfully

Draw all our ships out of the harbour, friends;
Our time of stay doth seem too long, we must
Prevent intelligence; about it suddenly.
All. A prince, a prince, a prince!

[Exeunt HERON, SKETON, Astley,
and JOHN A-WATER.

War. Dearest, admit not into thy pure thoughts The least of scruples, which may charge their soft-.

ness

With burden of distrust. Should I prove wanting
To noble courage now, here were the trial:
But I am perfect, sweet, I fear no change,
More than thy being partner in my sufferance.
Kath. My fortunes, sir, have arm'd me to en-

counter

What chance soe'er they meet with.—Jane, 'tis fit Thou stay behind, for whither wilt thou wander?

Jane. Never till death will I forsake my mis

tress,

Nor then in wishing to die with you gladly.
Kath. Alas, good soul!

Fri. Sir, to your aunt of Burgundy

I will relate your present undertakings;
From her expect on all occasions, welcome.
You cannot find me idle in your services.

War. Go, Frion, go! wise men know how to sooth

Adversity, not serve it: thou hast waited
Too long on expectation; never yet

Was any nation read of, so besotted

In reason, as to adore the setting sun.

Fly to the archduke's court; say to the duchess, Her nephew, with fair Katherine, his wife,

Are on their expectation to begin

The raising of an empire. If they fail,

Yet the report will never: farewell, Frion!

[Exit FRION. This man, Kate, has been true, though now of late, I fear, too much familiar with the Fox."

Re-enter DALYELL with HUNTLEY.

Hunt. I come to take my leave; you need not doubt

My interest in this some-time child of mine; She's all yours now, good sir.-Oh, poor lost creature!

Heaven guard thee with much patience; if thou canst

Forget thy title to old Huntley's family,

As much of peace will settle in thy mind
As thou canst wish to taste, but in thy grave.
Accept my tears yet, prithee; they are tokens
Of charity, as true as of affection.

Kath. This is the cruell'st farewell!

The Fox.] i. e. the Bishop of Durham, lord privy-seal; whom Bacon calls " a wise man, and one that could see through the present to the future." He stood deservedly high in Henry's confidence and favour. With respect to Frion, Warbeck was right. The defection of James showed the secretary but too clearly that the fortunes of his master were on the ebb; he therefore withdrew from him previously to the Cornish expedition, and returned no

more.

Hunt. Love, young gentleman,

This model of my griefs; she calls you husband: Then be not jealous of a parting kiss,

It is a father's, not a lover's offering;

Take it, my last.-[Kisses her]-I am too much a child.

Exchange of passion is to little use,

So I should grow too foolish: goodness guide

thee!

[Exit.

Kath. Most miserable daughter!-Have you

aught

To add, sir, to our sorrows?

Dal. I resolve,

Fair lady, with your leave, to wait on all
Your fortunes in my person, if your lord

Vouchsafe me entertainment.

War. We will be bosom friends, most noble Dalyell;"

For I accept this tender of your love

Beyond ability of thanks to speak it.——

Clear thy drown'd eyes, my fairest; time and in

dustry

Will shew us better days, or end the worst.

[Exeunt.

6

most noble Dalyell.] Noble indeed! No drama that I am acquainted with, offers four such admirable characters as Huntley and his daughter, the lady Jane, and Dalyell. Of the lady Jane Douglas, who follows Katherine with such affectionate duty, I have nothing with certainty to say. It is not improbable that she was one of the numerous daughters of George, fourth Earl of Angus, among whom I find a Joan or Joanna.

SCENE IV.

The Palace at Westminster.

Enter OXFORD and DAWBENEY.

Orf. No news from Scotland yet, my lord?
Daw. Not any

But what king Henry knows himself; I thought
Our armies should have march'd that way; his

mind,

It seems, is alter'd.

Oxf. Victory attends

His standard everywhere.

Daw. Wise princes, Oxford,

Fight not alone with forces. Providence
Directs and tutors strength; else elephants,
And barbed horses, might as well prevail,
As the most subtile stratagems of war.

Oxf. The Scottish king shew'd more than common bravery,

In proffer of a combat hand to hand

With Surrey.

Daw. And but shew'd it: northern bloods Are gallant being fired; but the cold climate, Without good store of fuel, quickly freezeth The glowing flames.

Oxf. Surrey, upon my life,

Would not have shrunk a hair's breadth.

Daw. May he forfeit

The honour of an English name, and nature,

Who would not have embraced it with a greedi

ness,

As violent as hunger runs to food!
'Twas an addition, any worthy spirit
Would covet, next to immortality,
Above all joys of life; we all miss'd shares
In that great opportunity.

Enter King HENRY, in close Conversation with URSWICK.

Orf. The king!

See he comes smiling.

Daw. Oh, the game runs smooth

On his side then, believe it; cards well shuffled, And dealt with cunning, bring some gamester thrift;

But others must rise losers.

K. Hen. The train takes?

Urs. Most prosperously.

K. Hen. I knew it could not miss. He fondly angles who will hurl his bait

Into the water, 'cause the fish at first

Plays round about the line, and dares not bite.— Lords, we may reign your king yet: Dawbeney,

Oxford,

Urswick, must Perkin wear the crown?

Daw. A slave!

Oxf. A vagabond!

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