Quarter'd, their quarters into Cornwall sent, Orf. I shall, sir. K. Hen. Urswick. K. Hen. To Dinham, our high-treasurer, Say, we command commissions be new granted, For the collection of our subsidies Through all the west, and that [right] speedily. Lords, we acknowledge our engagements due For your most constant services. Daw. Your soldiers Have manfully and faithfully acquitted Their several duties. K. Hen. For it, we will throw A largess free amongst them, which shall hearten SCENE II. Edinburgh.-The Palace. Enter HUNTLEY and DALYell. Hunt. Now, sir, a modest word with you, sad gentleman; Is not this fine, I trow, to see the gambols, Like to so many choristers of Bedlam Trowling a catch! The feasts, the manly stomachs, The healths in usquebaugh, and bonny-clabber,' And yet you see how I do bear this change; • The healths in bonny-clabber.] A common name, in our old writers, for curds and whey, or sour butter-milk. It appears to have been a favourite drink both with the Scotch and Irish. See Jonson, vol. v. p. 330. Dal. Alas, sir, How can you cast a mist upon your griefs? Hunt. Foh, Dalyell! Thou interrupt'st the part I bear in music Whilst flattering calms secure us against storms: Dal. I wish you could as easily forget Hunt. Pish! then I see Thou dost not know the flexible condition Of my [tough] nature! I can laugh, laugh heartily, When the gout cramps my joints; let but the stone Stop in my bladder, I am straight a-singing; Sets me a-capering straight; do [but] betray me, Dal. Deceiv'd? oh, noble Huntley, my few years Have learnt experience of too ripe an age, Hunt. Forgive me first A madness of ambition; by example I could grow tough in fury, and disclaim For my most foolish slighting thy deserts; And never child of mine more. Dal. Say not so, sir; It is not fault in her. Hunt. The world would prate How she was handsome; young I know she was, Tender, and sweet in her obedience, But, lost now; what a bankrupt am I made Dal. A love, a service, Hunt. Good angels Reward thy charity! I have no more But prayers left me now. Dal. I'll lend you mirth, sir, If you will be in consort. Hunt. "Thank you truly: I must, yes, yes, I must;-here's yet some ease, A partner in affliction: look not angry. Dal. Good, noble sir! Hunt. Oh, hark! we may be quiet, [Music. The king, and all the others come; a meeting A Flourish.-Enter King JAMES, WARBECK leading KATHERINE, CRAWFORD and his Countess; JANE DOUGLAS, and other Ladies. HUNTLEY and DALYELL fall among them. K. Ja. Cousin of York, you and your princely bride Have liberally enjoy'd such soft delights, |