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Nor has our bounty shorten'd expectation:
War. My royal cousin, in your princely favour,
tion. Then James and Richard, being in effect One
person, shall unite and rule one people, Divisible in titles only.
K. Ja. Seat you.
Craw. All are entering.
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;
K. Ja. Crawford, to-night
[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
K. Ja. To rest, young beauties !
you need them.
[Exeunt all but War. Kath. and JANE. War. Jane, set the lights down, and from us
[Erit. War. Now, dearest, ere sweet sleep shall seal
Love's precious tapers, give me leave to use
there's small fortune In staying here behind.
War. The churlish brow
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.
War. But we will live,
Kath. Pray do not use
War. Without denial, dearest.
Kath. That hereafter,
War. You are lady
Kath. What our destinies
War. Then to fear when hope is fruitless,
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.