Bishop. Guard well the prisoner. [Exit Attendant, L.] To leave his foes unwatched-his very camp king— I thought he had been sobered. That's his step. Enter JAMES, L. James. Ha! my good lord-but we're unfitly geared For shrift and penance; we have rid for the life Up hill-down dale. But you look big with care. Out with it; "it will burst you." 66 Bishop. It befits "Neither my years nor my great calling, Sir, "Nor the meek spirit that should harbour here, "To mix in the fierce struggles in a court. "James. I know you well. Excuse me, good my Lord, "If, with the flippant quickness of the tongue, "Which my heart bears to the right reverend virtues Bishop. Ah, Sir! I'm old— It may be that my time is nearly done- "James. Nay; not so, my good Lord. "Ill fares it with kings' swords when the sharp blade "Shines oftener in the subject's dazzled eyes, "Than the pearl-studded heft and jewell'd sheath. 66 Bishop. There may be times when the steel blade is all "That gives true value to the jewelled sheath." James. How mean you? You were my preceptor, SirMost kind-most wise: but you have told me often I lack'd the bridle, not the spur. Bishop. The bridle, In your wild course of dalliance and deray; The spur, in action fitting for a king. James. Not so-by Heaven! not so. Show me the deed You'd have me do that's fitting for a king, And, though it tore the softest string i' my heart, Bishop. Prepare you, then! James. What is't, I say? [Crosses to R. You think I have no higher, nobler thoughts, Bishop. What would you do If treachery James. Pah! you know of treachery, too. Fear not, my Lord-I'm glad 'twas only that! Whew!-my mind's easy now. Why, my good Lord, I thought 't had been some terribler thing than that. Bishop. Than what, my liege? James. You'll see- -you'll see; fear not. I tell you a king's eye can see as clear As a good bishop's. Ere three hours are fled, And, as you go, send me Lord Seton. Bishop. Seton! No; save in keeping of the guard. James. My Lord, Say that again: perhaps I heard not right. I told you to send Seton-my friend Seton Lord Seton-and you answered something. What? James. What say you ?-proofs ? Clearer than sunlight. Enter ATTENDANT, L. James. With dignity.] Take our greeting, Sir, To the Lord Seton-we would see him here. [Exit Attendant, R. Proofs ! and of Seton's guilt! Can it be so? At the poor king that trusted. Viper-dog! My Lord, this thing you say is full of proof? James. Firm! There's no tyrant king That flung men's hearts to feed the beasts i' the circus; That tore men's limbs with horses for their sport; That sent men to the tigers, and looked on To see them quivering in the monster's claws, You're here! Enter SETON, R. Seton. Welcome, kind liege, to Holyrood again! We will be just-we were in anger late. We're calm.-Though it should burst my heart in twain, I will be calm. [Aside.] Seton. My liege, what means this change? I am not used to hear so harsh a voice From my kind master-from my friend! By heaven, we're friend to not a man on earth! Seton. You are unjust to me. You wrong me-oh, you wrong me, Sir! James. Aside.] Oh, heaven! That I should hear a traitor borrow thus John Seton's voice, and look through Seton's eyes ! Bishop. That he deceives you. Seton. I you false-tongued-but, Forgive me my rough speech; you wear a garb James. In what does he deceive? "There's something in this change-I know not what; I try to speak with kindness! [After an effort.] I aın kind— Well, then, if you obey not, you shall starve; Though you come begging for a crust of bread, Made. Not him-not Malcolm Young! "He's a good youth, and yielded to my wish, Mark me-on him; if you refuse consent Exit L. Made. [L. c.] "I'll hie me to the monastery door, "And ask the meek-eyed nuns to take me in; "And it shall be my grave; and the thick walls "Shall keep me from the world; and in my heart "I'll cherish him, and think on all his looks, "Since we were children-all his gentle tones; “And when my weary breast shall heave no more, "I'll lay me down and die, and name his name "With my last breath." I would we both were dead, For we should then be happy; but on earth No happiness for me-no hope, no hope! Enter WIDOW BARTON, LAIRD SMALL, and Mungo, R. Widow. Cousin, the gentlemen are come to see you; They've drunk your health; you should be much obliged To Mister Small. This is the lady, sir, Your young intended. Mun. Very well, indeed; True Brussels lace, and-ain't it Venice silk ? [Touches Madeleine's gown.] I think 'tis Venice silk. I have a doublet I wish you joy-you're a most lucky woman. Mun. She courtesys with an air; though, for my part, I like the Spanish swale, as thus, [courtesys] low, low; Not the French dip, as thus, [courtesys] dip, dip; Which think you best? Made. Sir! did you speak to me? Mun. Did I 'pon honour-yes, I think I did: "Some like the Austrian bend, [courtesys] d'ye like it so? "Our girls, the Hamiltons, have got it pat; "No sooner do I say, 'Sweet Lady Jane,' "And draw my feather so, and place my hand Laird. "Gadso! pray Gad it ain't; I hope it ain't his father-he would do it!" He's such a youth! Widow. He's a most gallant man; I like to hear about great people's doings. Mun. Do you?-a decent woman, for the country; Then I will tell you anything you like. " Widow. Tell Madeleine about a tournament. Laird. Pray do! Gadso, I love to hear your tales. "Mun. Hush, do: |