Somer. (R. C.). He speaks Kil. I would rather see him angry Usher. [To Kilmaurs.) Sir, Kil. What man ?-the king is busy. Tell the man Somer. Who is it, Usher ? Kil. Tell him to go Usher. He insists on coming in! maurs. Kıl. Why, 'tis some clownish clodpole tries to force James. Ope the doors ! [Exit Usher, c. Maxwell. (To Somerville.] I hate this constant courting of the commons, It bodes no good to the nobility. Somer. I trust this expedition to the borders Will teach him better. Max. He'll be a luckier man Than any of his fathers, if he lives To boast that he can trample on his peers. Enter Usher und Buckie, with a wolf's jaws on his head, c. James. How now ? Who are you in such masquerade ? Good Usher, who is this? Mun. (Coming forward.] It's Buckie, Sire, James. Guard the door! To beard us on our throne! Let him not stir. Buc. My liege, the palace gate shall open wide James. It shall be opened when I say the word, Buc. I shall be free as air ! James. What warrant, knave, Have you for boast so idle ? James. What's your quest ? James. Dog! is’t to mock us you are come Somer. I like not this beginning. Who is this? Somer. He'll be in a string, Kil. That's where he means we all should be. James. A bold knave, Seton! he braves it well. (To Buckie.] What are you, cai tiff? Buc. Some six years since, I would have said a man, But now I know not what to call myself. An outcast ! a poor Scottish Ishmaelite, My hand against all men, and all men's hands 'Gainst me. James. And now you make a claim on us Buc. Against a man James. And his name? James. How ļ now be careful! He's a man esteemed, Why bear you not your witness for your friend? [To Seton, aside. See how their conscience keeps them silent, Seton ! Sir A. My liege, I know not what this ruffian means, James. No! Go on, Sir Knave. Sir A. It is false! the boy is dead. James. What say you to these plaints, Sir Adam Weir ? Sir A. That they are false ; fit for the felon's heart My liege, 'tis no light thing to load with sham Buc. But he does live-to meet you front to frontHere! (Throws back the wolf's head.] I am he. What ! not a word to me, Kind uncle ? James. [Aside.] O ho! is it so, my friend ? Laird. The king has sent for us : for you me, Mun. Father, when we arrive at Holyrood, Laird. No ? Does the King not like it ? few folks do, To be reminded of discomfitures. I knew a captain of—but never mind, He ran away from Flodden. Gadso, Sir! If you said anything that began with F,Physic, philosophy, no matter whatGadso, he flew in such a passion, Sir. Sir A. I'll not to court: I'm old ; I am not well. Offi. I must require you to make no delay; We must reach Holyrood ere vesper chime. Sir A. [Aside.] Is it, then, true, this fool is loved by James ? Widow. What, I? Sir Adam ! Mun. Father, you'll not speak any nonsense, now, About my breaking in King James's horse ? Laird. Why not? It was a goodly piece of service; Mun. I wish the King Ofi. I must remind you Sir A. You had best make haste Laird. The King is very kind-exceeding good. (Exeunt omnes, Ro END OF ACT IV. ACT V. Scene I.--The Audience Chamber in Holyrood; folding doors at the back; a side-door, R.; throne, L. C. " James seated apart. The Courtiers in groups. The * LORDS observing him. " Somer. (To Kil.] His grace is heavier than his wont. • Kil. He looks “ All round, first upon one, then on another, " As he would dive into their hearts. “ Somer. See, now! “ James. Seton ! “ James. Come near me, Seton ! “ Seton. I'll seek his grace. (Exit Seton, R. (To Hume.] A word— “ The escort is returned from Laichmont ? “ Hume. Yes. • James. With the whole household of Sir Adam Weir ? “ Hume. They wait your summons in the ante-chamber. James. Well, let them wait awhile; we've other mat “ ters " That need our ordering first. I'll call them soon. “ Kil. (To Somerville.] A smile—the first I've seen on him to-day. “ Somer. I trust he has no doubt. “ Kil. His looks are sad, “ Not doubtful. He is of a trusting nature. “Somer. When comes the messenger from Dacre's camp ? “ Max. I trust, ere long; I like quick settlements. “ And, by the Lord ! if Dacre plays us false, “ And sends not the instalment due this week, I'll join the King! " Kil. Oh! he will send the coin. |