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Lord Grey, Archbishop, Guards, Headsman, Robbers, Messenger, &c.
Madeleine Weir, grandchild of Sir Adam, Mrs. Stirling.
Mrs. Charles Kean.
KING JAMES-First Dress: Arm-hole cloak, black velvet doublet and trunks Jined with gold, black silk stockings and velvet shoes, large black hat and white feathers. Second Dress-Green cloth over-shirt, sword and leather belt, and high dark riding boots, Scotch bonnet, short staff in hand.
LORDS.-The same style as the Kings's first dress, but the colors of dress different. SIR ADAM WEIR.-A black cloth suit of the same style as those of the nobles out
plainer, and trimmed with black velvet, white wig, and beard.
MALCOLM YOUNG.-First Dress: A gray cloth shirt, long black arm-hole cloak, something like a college gown, student's cap.-Second Dress: A handsome cavalier dress, after the same style as that of the lords.
LAIRD SMALL.-A plain, dark-colored doublet, and arın-hole cloak, a hood, and Scotch bonnet over it.
MUNGO. A brocade shirt, with very short smart arm-hole cloak, gay colors, very small hat, and cock's feather.
BUCKIE. -Same style as King's second dress, shepherd's plaid wound round. The last scene, a wolf's head cap, and large cloak.
MADELEINE.-White watered silk trimmed with blue and cherry chequers, plaid
scarf and veil.
WIDOW BARTON.--Grey cloth dress, trimmed with black velvet, point lace cap.
EXITS AND ENTRANCES.
R. means Right; L. Left: R. D. Right Door; L. D. Left Door; S. E. Second Entrance; U. E. Upper Entrance; M. D. Middle Door.
R., means Right; L., Left; C., Centre; R. C., Right of Centre; L. C., Left of Centre.
N.B. Passages marked with Inverted Commas, are usually omitted in the
SCENE I-Ante-Chamber at Holyrood.--MUNGO Small in attendance, and BUCKIE roughly dressed, are discovered.
THE KING OF THE COMMONS.
Buc. (R.) I pray you, let me to audience of the king. Mun. (L.) His majesty has not appeared to-day : I dare not call him.
Buc. Dare not call the king?
You wrong his fame. He scarce would turn away
Mun. And you, good friend?
Buc. Am not a beggar, save that I may see him. Mun. I trust 'tis joyous news you bring. The whip May pay you scurvily for woeful tidings.
Buc. How? Is the guerdon measured in such wise? Then he runs risk to hear few sober truths. Will it be long before the king comes forth?
Mun. Is't from the South you come? Nithsdale, they
Is filled with soldiers; old Caerlaverock groans
Buc. Does it, Sir? I hope its groans Will move your pity to procure me hearing From gracious James.
Mun. "No, curse me if I do!
Why, where the devil have you left your tongue?
"If you've a runaway horse, it's my advice
"To keep the stable shut.
"Mun. Oh! that's the advice?
Now, then, I'll give you my advice to match :
"If you would see the king, let that same horse
Mun. So much the better, Sir: You'll have a famous opportunity.[Aside.] A close-mouthed hunks!
He could not be more sparing.
Gad, if his news wero
As Job; and could change places with a milestone,
[Sitting R. C.
I sit; and all the ushers in the court,
Buc. Plump!-I will not tell you.
sha'n't see him.
Mun. Then you
Mun. Oh, will you ?—
The folding-doors fly open, c.-Enter JAMES, hurriedly, followed by Lords MAXWELL, CASSILIS, SETON, HUME, KILMAURS, GRAY, Somerville, the ARCHBISHOP, BISHOP, Ushers, &c.
James. He will not ?-but he must! Not send the men? Why, what a silken-souled, white-livered knave! What's his excuse?
Max. He's old-he's very old.
James. Old will he tremble in the chimney corner,
By heaven! he shall not cozen us with age!
With his whole house,—his vassals-every one—
Max. Lord Bothwell is an agéd man.
James. Too old
To feel a Scotsman's blood stream at his heart!
your noble peers,
Your humble suit,-now, curse on humble suits,
Against the English king, your loving kinsman.
God pardon me! I think, is king of Scots.
Bishop. (L.) What can I say to him?
If I had heard a man two years agone,
[Goes up abruptl Somer. [To a Bishop.] Your lordship is a man of Speak to the king.
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 "Oh, there be times and causes, good my lords! "When the white Christian dove must seek her nest, "And leave the murky clouds to be cleft through By the strong pinioned eagle." There be times When Piety herself must gird the sword, And meek Religion, like an Amazon, Dart her fierce glances over fields of war.
James. [Advancing, R.] Well spoken, good Lord Bishop! if the fire
That warms your heart, gave but its sacred heat
"Kil. There was fire enough "In Scottish hearts, that now are chilled." "James." Now hear me
There shall no Douglas trample on this land,
To see your royal uncle.
James, What to hear?
His threats, and worse than threats-his patronage ?
No; we are poor-I know we are poor, my lords;
And the fat fields of England wave their crops
Than our bleak plains; but from our rugged dells,
Stout hands, and courage that would think foul scorn
We are our people's king. For you, my lords,