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• Attends you.
“ Re-enter Seton.
“ James. Bring him. With your leave, my lords, “We'll have some private conference with the cardinal.
(Exeunt Lords, &c., through the folding-doors. 6. Enter ARCHBISHOP_USHER at the door. " James. Is it prepared ? All signed, and duly sealed ? "You stand not on your scruples ? Give it me!
“ Archbishop. Giving a parchment.] 'Tis here, my liege.
“ James. And nothing left to do, “ But write the name of the recipient ? “ Here is the blank-I will insert the name. “I thank you for this act.
Archbishop. I know not, Sire, “ If in this cause I strain not the full
powers “ Held from the holy father. Oh, bethink you, “ Ere 'tis too late, how great a thing you ask ! “ James. 'Tis a stout arm—a gallant heart I ask,
you have nearly robbed poor Scotland of. Why, you can find a score in every parish, " With hands as qualified to handle tithes, "And lips as eloquent in Homilies, “But scarce so quick an eye, so true a sword, « In all the land ! I can't afford him, Sir ; “And so I thank you, good Lord Cardinal“You give me back a soldier.
Archbishop. (R. c.] And strip off “ The holy panoply that guarded him “From sin. Oh, Sir !-it is not yet too late : “ Bethink you--you lay bare to the assaults “Of Satan, the poor heart that lay secure “ Behind the blessing of the church. Your hand “ Launches again the bark—that lay in safety “ In a calm haven-out into the sea, “Where storms are raging, and the waves are high“The bark may founder ! Give me back the deed ! “ James. Not for my crown! What ho! Bring to our
“ The man I told
(Exit Usher, c. “ Arch. So true a love “ As James shows ever to the holy See “Moves me to do his bidding in this thing;
Your Majesty will see in it a proof “Of how your zeal is valued.
" James. (Who has been reading the deed.] All correct ! “Naught but the name to add.
Enter MALCOLM YOUNG. • Come hither, Sir. “ We have heard such good report of your deservings, • That we think fit, as a discerning king“Whose eyes should ever watch upon the worth “Of his true subjects, to bestow reward “On the well-doer--to advance your rank. “How stand you in the Church?
“ Mal. My gracious liege, “Pardon me. To have earned my sovereign's praise
If such I've done, I know not by what means“ Is all I hope.
“James. Do you refuse our favour? "Mal. My liege, I have no higher wish on earth “ Than to attain your favour.
“ James. What rich stalls—' “What prebends are now vacant ? You're too young “To be a bishop ; yet there may be times “When youth is no impediment. · How say you ?
“ Mal. I wish no station in the church, my liege ; “Rather I wish to lay aside the place “I hold e'en now, and in some silent cell “ To hide me from the world. I pray your grace, “Hold me excused. I have no wish for power, “ Or wealth, or honour.
“ James. You're a foolish youth“ Some day-dream blinds you. Kneel to the Archbishop !
“ Mal. To ask his grace's blessing ere I go “ James. Nay—to receive promotion. Kneel, I say! “ Mal. (Kneeling to the king.) I pray your Majesty
" James. 'Tis not to us“Kneel to his grace the Archbishop. Kneel not here “ Kneel there !
“ Mal. (Rising.] I cannot kneel in such a cause.
“ James. No? We must ask you in a suppliant's voice. - Look on us.
(Malcolm recognises the king, who takes off his cap. “Why, good fellow, did you think “We had no gratitude for ready help? Kneel, Sir ?
" Mal. For pardon to your Majesty. "I knew not, I suspected not, my liege
Oh, if you would not see me die before you, “ Wring not a heart that's so deep weighed in griet, " It has no other sense !
“ James. Then won't you trust me ? “I would not add an atom to your grief.
Try me! Why, Malcolm, you've no memory: “ Have you forgotten how we swore our friendship? “ And how fair Madeleine
“ Mal. Oh! name her not ! “ I cannot hear her name.
“James. But you shall hear it ! “ I'll name no other name, unless you kneel! “I'll call out Madeleine—and naught but Madeleine“ If you won't kneel! Come, get upon your knee, • While I essay my rusty penmanship “In writing Malcolm-MA COM!--[Writes.) “Young-Malcolm Young. Kneel to the Cardinal.
“ Mal. I'm so amazed—bewildered! Good my liege, “ You bruise a spirit that, oppressed already
“James. (To the Archbishop.] Give him the deed !
(Forces Malcolm to kneel.] Kneel, sirrah! on your knee! “¡Holds him down.] There! there! *[The Archbishop gives him the deed ; James raises and
“embraces him. “Come to my heart; you are a man! “[As he leads him towards the folding doors.
Now, then, we face the enemy together. “In weal or woe you'll never leave my side, “ Nor chill, nor falter in your
truthfulness “To your true fellow-soldier, and kind king.
Nay, answer not-I know your very heart ! [To Usher.] Admit Sir Adam Weir, and wait our coming.
" [Exit with Malcolm, through folding doors,
“ Usher goes to the side door. Enter LAIRD SMALL. SIR
“ ADAM WEIR, Mungo, Widow Barton, MADELEINE. “ Sir Adam stands apart from the others ; courtiers in "groups ; lords passing to and fro; TTsher at folding
“ doors.* · Laird. Gadso! Come, Widow Barton, leave my son To throw sweet looks at mistress Madeleine, Well! what a thing it is to have a boy Like Mungo. He's a boy!
Widow. I never thought
Laird. Favor! gadso-yes !
Widow. A wondrous gentleman.
Laird. (To Usher.) Pray you, good sir,
Usher. When the king
Sir A. (L. c.) I'm here.
Laird. Poor man,
“ Widow. But soon will have a grandson.
“ Laird. So he will, “Gadso! a grandson—that is Mungo Small, “My son, his grandson-gadso! what relations " Are we then? Tis a question.”
Mun. [To Made.] How I wish This were well over ! Don't you
wish it were ? Made. What is it? It concerns not me.
Mun. Oh, don't it? That's all
know. Didn't the messenger
* In the representation, the fifth act commences here :-Laird Small, Widow Barton, the Usher, Madeleine, Mungo, and Sir Adam being discovered grouped upon the stage as the curtain rises. The scene is the audience chamber, as already described.
Tell father, that the king-God save the king !
for your skill,
Mun. Hush, father!
Laird. Or, perhaps, for breaking in
Mun. I never broke it in.
[Goes up with Laird. Widow. [Going up to Madeleine.] Why don't you go T’your grandsire, girl ?
Made. I will remain alone.
Widow. It is not seemly on a wedding day To look so solemn.
Made. This is not a day
Widow. Oh! it is;
Made. I have not long to live;
[They retire. The folding doors are thrown open. James advances in
state, and takes his seat on the throne. All the Lords, Bishops, Ushers, fc. follow James. [To Seton.] Are the guards doubled in the
outer ward ?
James. How bold their lordships look !