Enter WARBECK, KATHERINE, JANE, FRION, HERON, SKETON, JOHN A-WATER, ASTLEY. K. Ja. Cousin, our bounty, favours, gentleness, Our benefits, the hazard of our person, Our people's lives, our land, hath evidenced How much we have engag'd on your behalf: How trivial, and how dangerous our hopes Appear, how fruitless our attempts in war, How windy, rather smoky, your assurance Of party, shews, we might in vain repeat: But now, obedience to the mother church, A father's care upon his country's weal, The dignity of state directs our wisdom, To seal an oath of peace through Christendom ; To which we are sworn already: it is you Must only seek new fortunes in the world, And find an harbour elsewhere. As I promis'd On your arrival, you have met no usage Deserves repentance in your being here; But yet I must live master of mine own: However, what is necessary for you At your departure, I am well content You be accommodated with; provided Delay prove not my enemy. War. It shall not, Most glorious prince. The fame of my designs In words as well as means, to thank the grace That flow'd so liberally. Two empires firmly You are lord of, Scotland and duke Richard's heart: My claim to mine inheritance shall sooner From me, what you have given, this chaste lady, Kath. I am your wife, No human power can or shall divorce War. Such another treasure The earth is bankrupt of. K. Ja. I gave her, cousin, And must avow the gift; will add withall A furniture becoming her high birth, And unsuspected constancy; provide For your attendance: we will part good friends. War. The Tudor hath been cunning in his plots; His Fox of Durham would not fail at last. But what? our cause and courage are our own: Be men, my friends, and let our cousin king See how we follow fate as willingly As malice follows us. You are all resolved For the west parts of England ? All. Cornwall, Cornwall! Fri. The inhabitants expect you daily. Draw all our ships out of the harbour, friends; 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 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. Fri. Sir, to your aunt of Burgundy War. Go, Frion, go! wise men know how to sooth Adversity, not serve it: thou hast waited Was any nation read of, so besotted Fly to the archduke's court; say to the duchess, Are on their expectation to begin The raising of an empire. If they fail, Yet the report will never: farewell, Frion! [Erit FRION. This man, Kate, has been true, though now of late, I fear, too much familiar with the Fox.5 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; creature! Heaven guard thee with much patience; if thou canst Forget thy title to old Huntley's family, 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 [Exit. thee! Kath. Most miserable daughter! Have you aught To add, sir, to our sorrows? 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 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. |