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Buc. By a false will—by an extorted gift; By threats, by stratagem, by forced consent. I know him well,

James. Where lives the orphan youth?

Buc. Nowhere; he has no house save the liuge home Roofed by o'erarching Goodness, for the poor : He sleeps upon the moor-beside the' hedge, Under the wall; an outcast, broken man.

James. How can all this be proved ? Buc. Why, face to faceThe accuser and the accused; but in this realm Wealth has such power, it adds another fold To the thick bandage over Justice' eyes, Blunts her sword point, and makes unfixed her scale.

James. It shall not, as I live! “Her eyes shall be “ Free from the thinnest veil of

gossamerHer sword shall be as trenchant as my own“Her scales as equal between rich and poor As light or cold.”

But I will hold

you

bound
To give consistence to these dark appeals,
That rise like clouds between Sir Adam's fame
And his King's favor.

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my But if you wrong my subject, by the heaven 'Neath which we live, the saints that from their thrones Send help to the bared arm of righteous kings! I swear your

head shall be the forfeiture Of failure in your proof! [Crosses to L.]

Buc. Agreed-agreed ! You'll see him as he is.

James. Your words are strong, “ As if they sprang from truth. I came to prove .“ Sir Adam Weir; through him to reach the hearts Of higher men.

The saddest heart alive Would be as careless as a lark's in June

Compared to mine, if what my fear portends • Proves true.

Sir Adam Weir has wealth in store “ Is crafty, politic, and is of weight“ The words are his—with certain of our lords.

Buc. I told you so." I know he has deep dealings With

James. Name them not; from their own lips I'll hear Their guilt ; no other tongue shall blot the fame

Sir, you

life;

Of James's nobles. If it should be so;
If the two men I've trusted from my youth-
If Hume-if Seton-let the rest go hang!
But Seton, my old playmate-if he's false,
Then break, weak heart; farewell my life and crown!
I pray you, ineet me here within an hour :
This very night I shall have need of you.
And as you speak as one brave man should speak
To another man, albeit he is a king,
I will put trust in you; and, ere the morn,
You shall impeach Sir Adam in our court,
And woe betide the guilty ! [Crosses, R.] Say no more ;
I meet you here again.

Buc. If I appear
At Holyrood, I trust your royal word,
No ill shall hap me.

I am free to come,
To go ?
Jaines, Not so, by heaven ! If

you

should fail, You die.

Buck. I know it; but your royal safeguard
Bars me from other dangers ?

James. You've my word-
You have my hand, the honour of a king,
The promise of a man. Come boldly on.
Though you were stained with murder double dark,
You shall have free departure from our court.

Buc. But if I prosper in my proof, I claim
Reward.

James. It shall be yours.

Buc. Oblivion
Of all I may have done ; and, better far,
Permission to draw sword at James's call,
And die, if there be need, at James's side.

James. Go, go! I pray you may succeed, good fellow!
Poor James can ill afford so stout an arm.
Go, now; I'll call you when I've seen Sir Adam.

[Exit Buckie, L. Thus ever from the true heart of the Commons, Wells up pure love and loyal faithfulness, While in the busom of our lords, such stream Is choked, or turbid, or runs quickly dry.

Enter Sir ADAM Weir, R., with a packet.
Sir A. Good master-but I have not asked your namo
James. Albyn-James Albyn.
Sir A. [Gives him the packet.] Here is a sealed-up pac-

ket,
Go with it, as you promised, to the court.
The King will be in Holyrood three days,
Assembling forces on the Boroughmuir.
The nobles will be all in Edinburgh ;
Open this roll, and, as occasion serves,
Deliver to each peer whose name is in it,
The note enclosed—'twill gain you noble friends
And bring me answer.

James. Good Sir Adam Weir,
I trust there is no treason in this charge ?
Sir A. Treason! What's treason? If some politic

lords Find a repugnance in their Christian hearts Against the war, and long for blessed peace

James. Who made them judges or of peace or war ? The country has been trod 'neath English heels.

Sir A. So says the fiery King; but wiser men
Would rather see the heel upon the soil
That leaves a mark of gold where it is placed,
Than risk their lives and fortunes at the beck
Of choleric James, and angry France and Rome.

James. Now, by the saints !—but no; I will not speak.

Sir A. Why, friend, what matters it to you and me?
You shall have rich reward ; and for myself,
My payment will be found in a pure heart
And conscience clear.

James. (Aside. In an axe-blade, perhaps,
Or a sword's edge, or-faugh!-a yard of rope.
I take the packet.
Sir A. Do; and fare-you-well.

[Exit, R.
James. Shall I break ope the seals, and see at once
Who are the enemies I've nursed and fed ?
They find repugnance in their Christian hearts
To war !- they find a longing in their hearts
For English gold. But if the few I love-
The two brave hearts that I have trusted ever-

Are true to me, as I have been to them,
Then let the traitors range themselves at once
On Henry's side, and join the Douglases,
The curses ever of our kingdom's strength ;
I'll meet them in the field! But first, I'll fling
Scorn and dishonour on their recreant heads ;-
This roll shall be brought forward in full court,
And the same bold accuser that lays bare
The crimes of this wise trickster, shall appal
The false, base lords.—Their hearts ! their Christian
hearts !

[Laughing scornfully.

Enter Buckie, R. Buc. I've watched his going.

James. (Gives him the packet.] Take the packet, sir!
At

vesper chime to-night we hold our court;
Come to us then; present this in our presence
Boldly; heed not the frowning of our lords.
By Heaven-if 'twere our brother or our son
That owned the dealing, he should taste the axe !
At the first chiming of the vesper bell,
I wait you.
Answer not, but meet me then.

Exeunt, James, L., Buckie, R.
Scene II.-A Room in Laichmont House.
Enter SiR ADAM Weir and MADELEINE, R.--During this
Scene, Sir Adam struggles to repress his

rage. Sir A. And was I harsh to my poor Madeleine ? It is my

love that makes me harsh to you.
“ You know I love you—that I've ever loved you ;
"And trust me, 'tis because I love you still,”
I would constrain you to your happiness.

Made. There is no happiness on earth for me.
Sir A. Come, speak not so! I'm three-score years and

five ;

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My hair is white, my eyes are growing dim;"
My strength is wasted in the toils I've past
To make you happy. You're the richest heiress
In all the country. After all I've done,
You will not see me wretched ?

Made. If my death

Could make you happy, I would give my life,
And bless you as I die.

Sir A. Tush! not your life,
It is your hand I want.

I wish to see you The Lady of the Land; " to see you placed “On such a pinnacle of wealth and greatness, “That you may look with pity on the pride "Of starveling earls. Why, girl, you shall be girt “ With one rich belt of glittering diamonds, “ That might pay armies in an emperor's quarrel. You shall have gold and jewels; and the looms

Of Genoa shall groan beneath the weight • Of richest robes to deck

your

loveliness.” Made. The painted sepulchre of a breaking heart. Sir A. Heart? breaking heart ?—who spoke of break

ing hearts? Made. I did.

Sir A. Be silent !-but, dear Madeleine,
You would not see my white hairs in the dust
Before you, to entreat you to be kind.
'Tis I, your grandsire-your poor, kind, old grandsire.
You'll yield ? you'll marry as I ask you ?

Made. Marry?
I marry ?-oh, sir, have some touch of pity;
My head is weak; I feel not as I used-
There is a weight about my heart. Oh, spare me !
Speak not of marrying.

Sir A. Girl !-but-no, dear child,
What change has come upon your joyous mood ?
?Twas only yesterday I watched your step,
The gayest step that ever fell, like light
Upon the bended grass ; your voice was sweet
With the heart's laughter. Wherefore are you changed ?

Made. Something—no, nothing ; I was foolish thenI had no thought. On, sir, I'd wish to live In old St. Ninian's, 'mid the holy nuns, In some calm cell, afar from busy sounds, With but my book and beads—to live and weep; “ To gaze from the lone casement to the sky, “Where angels live and are at rest for ever ; And pray

to be like them.” Sir, let me go ! Sir A. - What madness has possessed you ? Hear me,

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