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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
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
Of James's nobles. If it should be so;
Buc. If I appear
I am free to come,
should fail, You die.
Buck. I know it; but your royal safeguard
James. You've my word-
Buc. But if I prosper in my proof, I claim
James. It shall be yours.
James. Go, go! I pray you may succeed, good fellow!
[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.
James. Good Sir Adam Weir,
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
James. Now, by the saints !—but no; I will not speak.
Sir A. Why, friend, what matters it to you and me?
James. (Aside. In an axe-blade, perhaps,
Are true to me, as I have been to them,
Enter Buckie, R. Buc. I've watched his going.
James. (Gives him the packet.] Take the packet, sir!
vesper chime to-night we hold our court;
Exeunt, James, L., Buckie, R.
rage. Sir A. And was I harsh to my poor Madeleine ? It is my
love that makes me harsh to you.
Made. There is no happiness on earth for me.
My hair is white, my eyes are growing dim;"
Made. If my death
Could make you happy, I would give my life,
Sir A. Tush! not your life,
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
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,
Sir A. Girl !-but-no, dear child,
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,