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Nor has our bounty shorten'd expectation:
But after all those pleasures of repose,
Or amorous safety, we must rouse the ease
Of dalliance, with achievements of more glory
Than sloth and sleep can furnish: yet, for farewell,
Gladly we entertain a truce with time,
To grace the joint endeavours of our servants.

War. My royal cousin, in your princely favour,
The extent of bounty hath been so unlimited,
As only an acknowledgment in words
Would breed suspicion in our state and quality.
When we shall, in the fulness of our fate,
(Whose minister, Necessity, will perfit')
Sit on our own throne; then our arms, laid open
To gratitude, in sacred memory
Of these large benefits, shall twine them close,
Even to our thoughts and heart, without distinc-

tion. Then James and Richard, being in effect One

person, shall unite and rule one people, Divisible in titles only.

K. Ja. Seat you.
Are the presenters ready?

Craw. All are entering.
Hunt. Dainty sport toward, Dalyell! sit, come

Sit and be quiet; here are kingly bug-words !"


The sentence seems incomplete, for want of a relative; the meaning, however, is clear enough: in plain words, Necessity, the agent of Destiny, will bring her design to perfection; i. e. give me the kingdom,

* Bug-words.] Generally speaking, terrific, alarming words; VOL. II.


Enter at one door four Scotch Anticks, accordingly

habited ;' at another, WARBECK's followers, disguised as four Wild Irish in trowses,' long-haired, and accordingly habited.--Music.--A Dance by the Masquers.

K. Ja. To all a general thanks!

War. In the next room Take your own shapest again; you shall receive Particular acknowledgment. [Exeunt the masquers.

K. Ja. Enough Of merriments. Crawford, how far's our army Upon the march?

Craw. At Hedon-hall, great king;
Twelve thousand, well prepared.

K. Ja. Crawford, to-night
Post thither. We, in person, with the prince,
By four o'clock to-morrow after dinner,
Will be wi’ you; speed away!
Craw. I fly, my lord.

[Erit. K. Ja. Our business grows to head now;

from the Celtic, bwg, a fiend, a frightful hobgoblin: here, however, they sarcastically allude to the pompous high-sounding language of the imaginary monarch. A similar expression occurs in the Tamer tamed: “These are, indeed, bug-words !

3 Four Scotch Anticks accordingly habited.] i.e. characteristically. The trowses, or trosses, of the “wild Irish,” mentioned in the next line, were drawers closely fitted to the shape ; and which, together with the long shaggy hair of these people, are often made the subject of mirth by our old dramatists.

4 Take your own shapes.] i.e. resume your ordinary dress.

where's your secretary, That he attends you not to serve ?

War. With Marchmont, Your herald.

K. Ja. Good : the proclamation's ready; By that it will appear how the English stand Affected to your title. Huntley, comfort Your daughter in her husband's absence; fight With prayers at home for us, who, for


honours, Must toil in fight abroad.

Hunt. Prayers are the weapons
Which men, so near their graves as I, do use;
I've little else to do.

K. Ja. To rest, young beauties !
We must be early stirring ; quickly part:
A kingdom's rescue craves both speed and art.
Cousins, good night.

[A flourish.
War. Rest to our cousin king.
Kath. Your blessing, sir.
Hunt. Fair blessings on your highness! sure

you need them.

[Exeunt all but War. Kath. and JANE. War. Jane, set the lights down, and from us

To those in the next room, this little purse;
Say, we'll deserve their loves.
Jane. It shall be done, sir.

[Erit. War. Now, dearest, ere sweet sleep shall seal

those eyes,

go with

Love's precious tapers, give me leave to use
A parting ceremony; for to-morrow
It would be sacrilege to intrude upon
The temple of thy peace: swift as the morning,
Must I break from the down of thy embraces,
To put on steel, and trace the paths which lead
Through various hazards to a careful throne.
Kath. My lord, I'd fain


there's small fortune In staying here behind.

War. The churlish brow
Of war, fair dearest, is a sight of horror
For ladies' entertainment: if thou hearst
A truth of my sad ending by the hand
Of some unnatural subject, thou withall
Shalt hear, how I died worthy of my right,
By falling like a king; and in the close,


last breath shall sound, thy name, thou

fairest, Shall sing a requiem to my soul, unwilling Only of greater glory, 'cause divided From such a heaven on earth, as life with thee. But these are chimes for funerals; my business Attends on fortune of a sprightlier triumph ; For love and majesty are reconciled, And vow to crown thee Empress of the West. Kath. You have a noble language, sir; your

right In me is without question, and however Events of time may shorten my

deserts In others' pity, yet it shall not stagger

Or constancy, or duty in a wife.
You must be king of me; and my poor heart
Is all I can call mine.

War. But we will live,
Live, beauteous virtue, by the lively test
Of our own blood, to let the counterfeit
Be known the world's contempt.

Kath. Pray do not use
That word, it carries fate in't: the first suit
I ever made, I trust your love will grant.

War. Without denial, dearest.

Kath. That hereafter,
If you return with safety, no adventure
May sever us in tasting any fortune:
I ne'er can stay behind again.

War. You are lady
Of your desires, and shall command your will;
Yet 'tis too hard a promise.

Kath. What our destinies
Have ruled out in their books, we must not search,
But kneel to.

War. Then to fear when hope is fruitless,
Were to be desperately miserable ;

poverty our greatness dares not dream of, And much more scorns to stoop to: some few mi

nutes Remain yet, let's be thrifty in our hopes.


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