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James. Too old To feel a Scotsman's blood stream at his heart ! I know, I know,-but, as I live by bread, I'll show the sceptre's not a willow wand ! Trust me, 'twere wise in you to join my banner With every spear you have. We've winked too long, But we have not been blind. . Max. My gracious lord, Banish these harsh thoughts of your noble peers, And listen to our humble suit.
James. Oh! humble,Your humble suit,—now, curse on humble suits, Urged with false tongues ! I'd rather have rough words Ay! though against ourself, from the bold heart, Than these same humble suits. What is your suit ?
Max. That you would pause, ere you advance your ban
Against the English king, your loving kinsman.
[A pause-the nobles look disconcerted.
(Goes up abruptl34 Somer. (To a Bishop.] Your lordship is a man of peace; Speak to the king:
Bishop. (L.) What can I say to hirn ?
I need not tell king James to spare his people ;
Somer. But he'll spill their blood. Bishop. Better to spill their blood than lose their souls “Oh, there be times and causes, good my lords ! " When the white Christian dove must seek her nest, “ And leave the murky clouds to be cleft through
By the strong pinioned eagle.” There be times When Piety herself must gird the sword, And meek Religion, like an Amazon, Dart her fierce glances over fields of war. James. (Advancing, R.] Well spoken, good Lord Bi
shop! if the fire That warms your
but its sacred heat To other bosoms, there might yet be hope For me—and Scotland !
“ Kil. There was fire enough
James.” Now hear me,
Feeding on England's offals; nursing scaith
Somer. "Twere wise
James, What to hear ?
Leave me to face the enemy alone !
Cas. To Somerville, He will do it, my lord.
Somer. My liege, I but presumed
James. Do you speak for all ? (Goes to Somerville.
e may be harsh in tongue; but if you saw
Somer. My liege, we are your loving subjects ever.
James. You'll meet me on the Boroughmuir as fixed; Armed for our war, with all your followings. We will not keep you now. Farewell, We have much yet before us—fare ye
well ! [Exeunt lords, C., except Seton, who is following. James. To Seton.) Seton--good Seton !-stay with me.
Seton. My liege, You honour me.
James. Well, man, and wherefore not?
Seton. Never! But why this tone ?
James. Because my tongue
Seton. My good liege,
say my friend.
I think you're too much stirred by the loose talk
James. No, no, Seton; there is more in this
Seton. You wrong me-oh! my liege--if I might dare, I'd
James. Say it! I like the word ; Call me your friend.
Seton. My friend ! my too kind friend !
James. Well! Let me say in brief—for time is shortGo to the Boroughmuir, and watch the looks Of our blue Bonnets, when you give the word For trampling on the bonny English Rose. If they are true-ha! Seton—if our trust Is in stout jerkins, and we pass in scorn From blazoned shield and the tall waving plume-
Seton. I think your grace may do it.
James. Never king
(Esrit, c. James. (R. C.) Will they be traitors still ? and play the
[He sinks in thought.-Buckie romes forward, L., and
kneels at his fect. What now! who are you, friend? Ha! I remember ;
We've looked for you ere this. Up, up, man-up!
[Pointing to Mungo. James. (To Mungo.] Retire ! Mun. (Aside.] The hunks ! I wonder who he is.
Erit, R. James. Speak out, man! 'Twas a perilous dip in the
Buc. Oh, sir, we're used to simple things like that!
James. What! plucking drowning kings out of a river ? Well, it is lucky you had practice, friend, We might have fared the worse else.
Buc. I was happy In being by to risk my limbs and life, Where Scotland has so long fixed all her love. James. Zounds ! you peak well—a stout, bold, honest
Buc. To make known to your grace
Jamcs. In truth ? some scant of justice to yourself?
Buc. No, gracious king; I speak not of myself.
grain. “For Heaven's sake, man, make your complaint at once.”
“ Buc."' 'Tis treason against you. James. What say you
? " Who are you, friend?
“ Buc. I saved your royal life “ At hazard of my own. Oh, happier far, “If I may save your fame!
“ James. Sir, pardon me, “If I mistook you! Now I listen-speak!
Buc. My liege, you've heard of rich Sir Adam Weir, Of Laichmont?
James. I've heard of him-go on; A rich old usurer.
Buc. Ay, Sir; but his stores