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Dal. Your humblest creature.
hunting, The hare and hounds are parties. [Aside.
Dal. Princely lady, How most unworthy I am to employ My services, in honour of your virtues, How hopeless my desires are to enjoy Your fair opinion, and much more your love; Are only matters of despair, unless Your goodness gives large warrants to my bold
ness, My feeble-wing'd ambition. Hunt. This is scurvy.
[Aside. Kath. My lord, I interrupt you not.
Hunt. Indeed ! Now on my life she'll court him.-[Aside.)-Nay,
nay, on, sir.
Dal. Oft have I tuned the lesson of my sorrows To sweeten discord, and enrich your pity, But all in vain: here had my comforts sunk And never ris'n again, to tell a story Of the despairing lover, had not now, Even now, the earl ,
fatherHunt. He means me sure.
[Aside. Dal. After some fit disputes of your condition, Your highness and my lowness, given a licence Which did not more embolden, than encourage My faulting tongue.
Hunt. How, how? how's that? embolden? Encourage? I encourage ye! d’ye hear, sir ?
A subtle trick, a quaint one.—Will you hear,
man ? What did I say to you? come, come, to th' point.
Kath. It shall not need, my lord.
Hunt. Then hear me, Kate!Keep you on that hand of her; I on this.Thou stand'st between a father and a suitor, Both striving for an interest in thy heart: He courts thee for affection, I for duty; He as a servant pleads; but by the privilege Of nature, though I might command, my care Shall önly counsel what it shall not force. Thou canst but make one choice; the ties of mar
riage Are tenures, not at will, but during life. Consider whose thou art, and who; a princess, A princess of the royal blood of Scotland, In the full spring of youth, and fresh in beauty. The king that sits upon the throne is young, And yet unmarried, forward in attempts On any
least occasion, to endanger
Thy will and reason by a strength of judgment,
Dal. Oh! you are all oracle,
+ Lead thee to shrink mine honour, &c.] This is the reading of the 4to, and makes very good sense ; but from the general tenor of the sentence, I am inclined to believe that the poet's word was sink.
s I have done.] And done well too! The person here meant is George, the eldest son of Alexander Seton, and second Earl of Huntley. He married Anabella, daughter of James I. Hence it is that he talks, in his opening speech, of “ the piece of royalty that is stitched up in his Kate's blood.” What authority the poet had for the histrionic character of this nobleman, I know not; but if the princely family of the Gordons ever numbered such a personage as this among their ancestors, let them be justly proud of him; for neither on the stage, nor in the great drama of life, will there be easily found a character to put in competition with him.
Daliell (for so Ford writes it) is also a noble fellow. There are two persons of that name, William and Robert Dalzell, grandsons of Sir John Dalzell
, either of whom, from the date, might be meant for the character here introduced. Of the former nothing corded. The latter, Douglas says, was killed at Dumfries, in a skirmish between Maxwell and Crichton, July, 1508.”
You take off from the roughness of a father,
any course of mine to own me yours.
Creating every other hour a jubilee.
Kath. To you, my lord of Dalyell, I address Some few remaining words: the general fame That speaks your merit, even in vulgar tongues, Proclaims it clear; but in the best, a precedent.
Hunt. Good wench, good girl, i' faith!
Kath. For my part, trust me,
you to worthy actions; and these guide you
Hunt. On, that I were young again!
Kath. To the present motion, Here's all that I dare answer: when a ripeness Of more experience, and some use of time, Resolves to treat the freedom of my youth Upon exchange of troths, I shall desire No surer credit of a match with virtue Than such as lives in you; mean time, my hopes
Preser[v]'d secure, in having you a friend.
Dal. You are a blessed lady, and instruct Ambition not to soar a farther flight, Than in the perfum'd air of your soft voice.My noble lord of Huntley, you have lent A full extent of bounty to this parley; And for it shall command your humblest servant. Hunt. Enough: we are still friends, and will
continue A hearty love.—Oh, Kate! thou art mine own.No more ;—my lord of Crawford.
Hunt. Some weighty business?
6 Enter Crawford.] This is probably (for I speak with great hesitation on the subject) John, second son of David, fourth Earl Crawford. If I am right in this conjecture, he stood in some kind of relationship to Huntley, bis elder brother Alexander (dead at this period) having married Lady Jane Gordon, the earl's second daughter.