Fri. The inhabitants expect you daily.

War. Cheerfully
Draw all our ships out of the harbour, friends;
Our time of stay doth seem too long, we must
Prevent intelligence; about it suddenly.
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
To noble courage now, here were the trial :
But I am perfect, sweet, I fear no change,
More than thy being partner in my sufferance.
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.

Kath. Alas, good soul !

Fri. Sir, to your aunt of Burgundy
I will relate your present undertakings;
From her expect on all occasions, welcome.
You cannot find me idle in

your services,
War. Go, Frion, go! wise men know how to

sooth Adversity, not serve it: thou hast waited Too long on expectation; never yet

Was any nation read of, so besotted
In reason, as to adore the setting sun.
Fly to the archduke's court; say to the duchess,
Her nephew, with fair Katherine, his wife,
Are on their expectation to begin
The raising of an empire. If they fail,
Yet the report will never: farewell, Frion!

[Exit 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; She's all yours now, good sir.-Oh, poor lost

creature! Heaven guard thee with much patience; if thou

canst
Forget thy title to old Huntley's family,
As much of peace will settle in thy mind
As thou canst wish to taste, but in thy grave.
Accept my tears yet, prithee; they are tokens
Of charity, as true as of affection.

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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 thee!

[Exit. Kath. Most miserable daughter !—Have you

aught To add, sir, to our sorrows?

Dal. I resolve, 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 Beyond ability of thanks to speak it.Clear thy drown's eyes, my fairest; time and in

dustry Will shew us better days, or end the worst.

[Exeunt.

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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.

SCENE IV.

The Palace at Westminster.

Enter OXFORD and DAWBENEY.

Oxf. No news from Scotland yet, my lord ?

Daw. Not any But what king Henry knows himself; I thought Our armies should have march'd that way; his

mind, It seems, is alter'd.

Oxf. Victory attends His standard everywhere.

Daw. Wise princes, Oxford, Fight not alone with forces. Providence Directs and tutors strength; else elephants, And barbed horses, might as well prevail, As the most subtile stratagems of war. Oxf. The Scottish king shew'd more than com

mon bravery, In proffer of a combat hand to hand With Surrey.

Daw. And but shew'd it: northern bloods
Are gallant being fired; but the cold climate,
Without good store of fuel, quickly freezeth
The glowing flames.

Oxf. Surrey, upon my life,
Would not have shrunk a hair's breadth.

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Daw. May he forfeit The honour of an English name, and nature, Who would not have embraced it with a greedi

ness, As violent as hunger runs to food! 'Twas an addition, any worthy spirit Would covet, next to immortality, Above all joys of life; we all miss'd shares In that great opportunity.

Enter King HENRY, in close Conversation with

URSWICK.

Oxf. The king!
See he comes smiling.

Daw. Oh, the game runs smooth
On his side then, believe it; cards well shuffled,
And dealt with cunning, bring some gamester

thrift;
But others must rise losers.

K. Hen. The train takes ?
Urs. Most prosperously.

K. Hen. I knew it could not miss.
He fondly angles who will hurl his bait
Into the water, 'cause the fish at first
Plays round about the line, and dares not bite.-
Lords, we may reign your king yet: Dawbeney,

Oxford,
Urswick, must Perkin wear the crown?

Daw. A slave!
Oxf. A vagabond !