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Sir A. You look so, sir!
Sir A. [Aside.] A brave-tongued knave !—
James. Yes, all alone; intent
For Stirling, on some business of my own. "Sir A. Of weight, perhaps?
"James. Ay, business of such weight "That I could trust no hand with 't but my own. "Sir A. A friend, perhaps, might aid you—— 66 James. Well-a friend!
"There is no saying what a friend might do.
"Sir A. I have some power
"Some influence in the realm, and may give help "If you require it.
"James. Sir, you're passing kind,
"And it may chance that I require your help "In what I aim at.'
Sir A. Aside.] If I could gain him now
Sir A. Or was't Edinburgh?
Sir A. A wanderer, I perceive :
Have you crossed sea?
James. [Aside.] This fellow questions hard
And can trim sail, and hand, and reef, and steer,
With e'er a skipper in Leith.
Sir A. A trader, Sir?
James. In most things-from sweet looks to a true friend,
To a sword point held to an enemy's throat.
Sir A. I like sweet looks best-Did you travel far
James. Ay, Sir: I've seen the walls of Bordeaux town
And the whole land lie like a perfumed bride
Sir A. You speak like a brave stringer of rich words→ A poet, as I may say.
James. I've tried it, Sir;
But poetry's a poor trade, and only fit
For white hands and weak heads.
Sir A. You're libellous
On our good king: he rhymes, you know.
I hope, Sir, he rhymes well.
Sir A. I'm not a critic,
But I have heard some men of good repute
James. Well, what said they ?-quick!
Sir A. Men that knew what the tricks of rhyming
James. Well, well-they praised the verses?
James. Why, what the devil-but-go on, go on!
Another proof you're of the poet's tribe.
James. [Aside. Why, what a twaddling, sensible old fool!
This is no traitor. [Aloud.] Ah, Sir, Poesy
Move onward, circled by the arms of Love! [Crosses to R.
Sir A. There's nothing to forgive.
"In voyaging to France, and back again;"
You should to court.
James. To court ?—[Aside.] We're coming on.Sir, I've no patron.
Sir A. Yes, my friend, you have.
I have some power at Holyrood myself.
Sir A. Why, yes: between ourselves, my friend,
James. A score!
Sir A. Ay; all of them.
'Why, there's not one who would not hold him bound "To do my bidding. You shall see their zeal
"To serve you, when they know you come from me.
"James. Not one-not one left out! Now, by my life, "I warn you say not so.
"Sir A. Why not, my friend?
"James. For, by the heaven !-nay, nay, excuse me. sir, "You raise my hopes too high.
"Sir A. No whit, no whit:
Name any name you please-I'll answer for it
James: Now, beware,
I tell you these are dangerous boasts-
I have a packet, even now prepared,
James. Which of them?
For, as my soul shall answer-there again!
Sir A. Why not?
James. Nothing-pray pardon me again. Not all— They can't be all at your proud beck-not all!
Sir A. Oh, yes, they are, though,-all to do you service, you will take that packet to the court.
James. I take the packet ?-Sir, I asked it not.
Sir A, You were too bashful. I will bring it to you Ere you go hence.
James. I think I've heard the name
Of the lord-but his name escapes me now-
Sir A. Seton
Oho! You've heard of Seton-though he's so near
James. [Aside.] And so shall you!-But, James--
Sir A. No. He's a brother bard, and may be jealousLet him not see you in the court.
James. I'll do't.
Give me the packet.
Sir A. In an hour or two.
James. I long to thank him
For his good service. [Aside.] Oh, suspicious doubts Be hushed-be hushed!—the truth will out ere long. [Exeunt L., James following.
SCENE II.-The Lawn at Laichmont.
Enter MALCOLM YOUNG, with a book, R.
Mal. It tells me to forget the world;-forget!
Enter behind, JAMES and MADEleine, r.
"Made. I have a mind to try
"To make him gay. Shall I put
"You shall not get a smile into his face, "Nor smoothe his brow by all that you can do. "James. Nay, I need hardly try, if you have failed. 'But I can scarce believe there breathes the man, The stock, the stone, that would not feel the power 'Of words like yours. Why, the dull night as well Might try to keep its gloom on, when the day 'Laughs from the east. He must be cold as ice, Harder than steel, that melts not at such looks: "Try him again."
Made. "Oh, no! I scarce can venture:" (Ie looks with such sad melancholy eyes, I almost grow as sorrowful as himself. [Sighs.] James. Do you ?-I'll see what efforts I can make To chase his sadness.
Made. Do, and I'll be by
To aid you. Oh! I wish you had known him, Sir, Before he thought of turning priest.
James. A priest !-
I'll speak to him.
He's a good soldier spoilt.
Mal. No, Sir. I'm glad to see you in such case. James. I'm sorry to see you, Sir, in such case: You have no dint upon your head, I trust?
James. Then your trusty staff played sentinel
James. Yes, many thanks; thanks warm and true. I must pledge faith with you.
Mal. Oh, pardon, Sir,
James. And you won't shake hands with me?
James. Well, now we're plighted friends,
1 cannot bear to see you moping thus.
Mal. Oh, Sir, it—I am very-