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James. Too old
Max. My gracious lord,
pecrs, 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 abruptly Somer. (To a Bishop.) Your lordship is a man of peace; Speak to the king: Bishop. (L.) What can I say to him ? Somer. Tell him to spare his people. Bishop. Ah, my lord!
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
By the strong pinioned eagle.” There be times
shop! if the fire That warms your
but its sacred heat
“ Kil. There was fire enough “ In Scottish hearts, that now are chilled.”
“James." Now hear meThere shall no Douglas trample on this land, While there's a Stuart to defend his people. “ Where is the Douglas now ? In Surrey's ranks, “ Feeding on England's offals; nursing scaith “ To all our realm ; hounding the tyrant on, “The blustering braggart Henry; let them go !" Scotland can face all Tudors on the earth, And all the Douglases to boot !
Somer, 'Twere wise
James, What to hear ?
we are poor I know we are poor, my lords;
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.
Somer. My liege, we are your loving subjects ever.
James. You'll meet me on the Boroughmuir as fixed;
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,
I think you're too much stirred by the loose talk
James. No, no, Seton; there is more in this
Seton. You wrong memoh! my liege—if I might dare, I'd say my friend.
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
Seton. Seton has no voice for thanks. (Exit, c.
(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.
[Exit, R. James. Speak out, man! 'Twas a perilous dip in the
Buc. Oh, sir, we're used to simple things like that!
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 speak 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 ?-treason ? “ 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