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Bishop. He and Lord Hume-
James. No. 'Is he true ?
Seton. My liege, I know not yet
James. Say on-say on; be sure your proof is strong;
Bishop. You bear command, Lord Seton, of the host ?
Bishop. And yet you entertain advice
James. Do you deny this ?
Bishop. His errand was to offer you great sums
James. Was this his errand ?
James. And your base coward sword sprung not at once Forth from the sheath ? You did not slay the man ?
Bishop. And he sent a message back to Dacre, And
gave the envoy passage, and safe conduct. James. Is all this true ?-Oh Seton, say the word, One little word—tell me it is not true !
Seton. My liege, 'tis true.
James. Then by the name we bear, You die !-a traitor's death! [Crosses, R.] Sirrah ! the
guard. I will not look again to where he stands.
Enter Guard, R. : they stand by Seton, L. C.
Seton. You have heard
you condemn meI say no word to save a forfeit lifeA life is not worth having, when’t has lost All that gave value to it-my sovereign's trust! James, [to the Bishop.] You see this man, Sir-he's the
self-same age That I am,
We were children both together-
[Crosses, R. Go, now.
We speak your doom--you die the death !
Seton. I ask no pardon, Sir, from you.
Bishop. Be firm, my liege.
James. Away, away, old man !-you do not know-
Seton. Who is it that accuses me ?
Bishop. He is here, my liege.
(Exit Bishop, R. Let the Lord Seton stay.
Enter Bishop and English MESSENGER, R. How now
? You came with message from Lord Dacre's camp?
Mes. From the Lord Dacre's self-so please you, Sii ;
James. Have no fear, my friend :
Mes. A free offer
James. For what-for what ?
Mes. To stay inactive, or lead off the force,
James. Was it so ?
—is't so ?
James, I knew it !-a few phrases—a regretA fear-a hope; but he agreed at last. Tell me the answer he sen back to Dacre. Bishop. [Shows a letter.] Here is the very letter-I laid
hold of it On the man's person.
Jumcs. Read, read, good Lord Bishop,
Bishop. [reads.] This is my answer to Lord Dacre's mes
I trample with my heel on your foul bribe-
and hatred, and defiance. James. More, more!
Bishop. I cast my glove into your face,
Bishop. I call you slave,
James. Ha !-was it so ? Go forth, good messenger, Bear you
this chain of gold. [Hurries the messenger out, R. My Good Lord Bishop What meant you ?—but no, no—you meant it well; Go mind your priests, my lord,-meddle no more In things like this. Keep to your duties, Sir; Bid not your priests be “firm”—tell them to be Gentle, forgiving, trustful, but not firm; No more—no more.
[Hurries the Bishop out, R. Guards, leave my friend, Lord Seton.
(E.ceunt Guards, R. Now we're alone! Come, Seton! Šeton, here ! To my heart. (They embrace.) Why said you nothing?
Seton. For I knew
James. Ah, Seton, what a shock it gave my heart,
Seton. Forgive it, my good liege,-
For I will earn it of you with such trust
Seton. Others, my liege, are false
James. -Ha! that they are !
[Eteunt, James, R., Seton, L.
SCENE II.--A Room in Laichmont House.*
Enter Sir ADAM WEIR, and Malcolm YOUNG, R.
Malcolm. I did not dare
Sir A. (L. c.) You did not dare ?
Mal. (R. c.) You told me, Sir
Sir A. And you've not done it ? and affect fine scruples, As if you could not dare to touch her grief! Sir, when I give the order, you must dare To send her grief to the four winds of heaven, And make her do my will. Her grief-her grief ! What is her grief?
* The whole of this scene is omitted at the Park Theatre-though it was reprosentod-and, we believe, with considerable effect-at the Princess's.