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Are heaped for other uses than to lend
James. What is't you mean ? You speak in parables.
Buc. He pays a stipend-month by month he pays itBy order sent from England, “ signed by Bowes,' To knights and nobles that take daily stand Around
throne. James. What nobles and what knights ? But, no-I will not know their names. A stipendA monthly bribe ! To bend their necks so low ! I would not hear their names. If it were Hume ! Or Seton ! No, no, no-it cannot be ! Ha! a base bribe ; a mean, false, cringing crew! Tell me no name! I'd make them rue the hour They sold our Scottish honour for their bribesBut—is it true ?-Seizes him by the collar.] “ Dog ! if you
tell me false, " I'll brain you on the wall !" Who told
this ? Where lives this Weir ? How got you this advice?
Buc. He lives at Laichmont, near to Calder, Sire.
James. I'll see him. From his heart I'll tear the truth. Thanks, friend. 'Twas kindly meant: but, by my soul, I wish this thing had not been told to me, That I had thought them fickle, wilful, cold, Cowards--ay, cowards—anything but this. Thanks : I will see you soon. Take this, and this.
[Gives his ring and purse. Say naught of what you've told me. I will ride To Lalchmont House this hour,-this very hour. Oh, if 'tis true : if they're the very slaves To live on foreign bribes—there shall be blood Shall make the High Street run as if with wine ! Good day, my friend—be silent-and farewell. (Exit, c
Buc. He rides alone-he must not ride alone; He's worth the whole of the nobles in a bunch. I'll be his guard, if no one else will.
Mun. (Re-entering, R.] Well ? What said the King ?
Buc. That if an impudent fellow
Mun.- What ?
Buc. That he was an ass, And should keep all his breath to cool his porridge. (Exit. Mun. Breath!-porridge !-in your teeth, you_saucy knave!
SCENE II,-A Wood in Laichmont.
Enter MADELEINE and MALCOLM, R. Made. This way it flew. Come, Malcolm ; see how
high It soars, as if 'twere weary of the world, And wished to have a home far up in heaven !
Malcolm. Ah, 'twere a happy bird to win such place, And never sink to rugged earth again !
Made. Oh, for a hawk, full summed and high of soar, To follow it into the filmy clouds And bring it to our feat. But, well-a-day! We have no hawking now. Five years since, Malcolm, Ere you went to St. Andrew's, how we loved To watch the quarry as it rose and rose, And our strong falcon after it ! We are so dull and listless.—You've forgotten The manege of the lure. I do not think You could unstrike the jesses for your life.
Mal. I wish I could as easily unstrike The strings that keep my memories in hood, And let them down the wind.
Made. And think no more
Mal. I wish I could, my gentle Madeleine, “For these bright clouds come up like sinful visions, “Conjured by magic to distract the souls "Of solitary men, in lightless caves, « Retired io commune with their own sad hearts.
Made. But, Malcolm, then your heart was never sad; You were the boldest horseman, sped your arrow Straighter than all, rode deftliest at the ring, And sang the gayest. Wherefore are you changed ?
Mal. You know the reason, thoughtless Madeleine ! Made. I don't : I see you're changed. I know not why.
Mal. Know you not I have felt the chilling hand Of the Archbishop ?
Made. And that saddens you ? Dear Malcolm, do not mind
heedless talk, I would not make you sad for all the world.
She holds out her hand, Mal. Would you not ? But-I may
hand. Made. Why not, dear Malcolm ? Take my hand, I
pray you. Mal. No.
Made. Malcolm, you are not offended with me ?
Made. And we grew up together !—and at last
with me tell me, tell me why?
handIf-but-I tell you-no, no, never more !
(He covers his face with his hands. Enter James, L., disguised in a common travelling dress,
resisting robbers. Rob. Down with him!
Jamés. Easier said than done, my friend!
Made. Help! help!
one! Down, dogs! And you—and you
(The robbers are beaten off. James. All gone-all gone ! i'faith, 'Tis pleasant after-dinner exercise ; And you, brave sir-I thank
Mal. You are not hurt, sir?
On the tough head; 'tis used to such small coin.
Mal. My name is Malcolm Young, commendator
James. Sir Adam Weir-a worthy gentleman.
Mal. This, sir, is his grandchild,
James. Madam. I am a stranger in these parts,
plimentPray you, come to the house. My cousin, sir, Is skilled in liniments. Support him, Malcolm.
Mal. Lean on my arm.
James. I've felt its worth before ;
(Exeunt, L., Malcolm supporting King James. SCENE III.--A Parlour in Laichmont House. SIR ADAM WEIR and WIDOW BARTON discovered.--Sir
Adam at a table, L. C., is busy arranging a packet.Widow Barton seated, R. C., has a small pestle and mortar on her knee. Sir A. “ A mess
ssenger-a faithful messenger.
Name, rank, all that I claim, to pay the peril.
A messenger must be found, -or dow'n goes all
-James will draw sword
Widow. I warrant, now, my uncle has some planSome herb, now, with a crabbed Latin nameTo mix with this discoction.--He's so glum! I think I'll ask him.-Uncle ! Good Sir Adam ! [Rises.
Sir A. Ha !-oh ! 'tis only you—I'm busy, niece. Where is your cousin ?—where's my Madeleine ?
Widow. I thought 'twould be about his Madeleine !
Sir A. Good ! I would have her hold his company
Widow. It's always so. These wondrous clever people Are all alike. And as for Madeleine, They'll spoil her: I'm quite sure they'll spoil the girl With their fine learning. I never saw any good Come of such things. “ I never knew a word “Of any tongue but good, plain, honest Scots, “Nor read a book, nor wrote a single line, " And I've done very well. I wish the girl
May do as well, with all her French and Spanish”
Sir A. I shall be ready
Widow. Is the laird a scholar ?
Sir A. I do not think he is. He never aimed At scholarship.
Widow. Indeed ? so much the betterNor I.
Sir A. What, did you never ?
Widow, Never aimed