KING JAMES

So let them triumph that have cause to joy, But wretched King, thy nuptial knot is death: Thy Bride the breeder of thy Countries ill, For thy false heart dissenting from thy hand, Misled by love, hast made another choice, Another choice, even when thou vowdst thy soul To Dorithea, England's choicest pride, Oh then thy wandering eyes bewitched thy heart Even in the Chapel did thy fancy change, When perjured man, though fair Doll had thy hand, The Scottish Ida's beauty stale thy heart: Yet fear and love hath tied thy ready tongue From blabbing forth the passion of thy mind, Lest fearful silence have in subtle looks Bewrayed the treason of my new vowed love, Be fair and lovely Doll, but here's the prize That lodgeth here, and entered through mine eyes, Yet how so ere I love, I must be wise. Now lovely Countess, what reward or grace, May I employ on you for this your zeal, And humble honours done us in our Court, In entertainment of the English King. A little flattery more were but too much, Villain what art thou that thus darest interrupt a Princes see crets. But where's thy warrant to approach my presence? If thou knowest thoughts, tell me what mean I now But least thou spend thy time in idleness, And miss the matter that my mind aims at, Tell me what star was opposite when that was thought? Thou talkest wonders. What God art thou composed in humane shape, Or bold Trophonius to decide our doubts, How knowest thou this? Wilt thou effect my love, shall she be mine? Thou shalt have gold, honour and wealth enough, Win my Love, and I will make thee great. Ateu. Follow me, love must have ase. Douglas how now? why changest thou thy cheer? Well sir you may betake you to your ease, When such grim sirs are gone, I see no let To work my will. Go pack thou too, unless thou me ̄ worser thy talk: On pain of death proud Bishop get you gone, Unless you headless mean to hop away. These stays and lets to pleasure, plague my thoughts, Forcing my grievous wounds a new to bleed: But care that hath transported me so far, Fair Ida is dispersed in thought of thee: Whose answer yields me life, or breeds my death: Yond comes the messenger of weal or woe. Ateukin What news? Are these thy fruits of wits, thy sighed in Art? Thine eloquence? thy policy? thy drift? To mock thy Prince, the ̄ catiue pack thee hence, Art? And let me die devoured in my love. Why sirrah, is there means to move her mind? Tell all, spare nought, so I may gain my love. Tur, speak what so thou wilt I pardon thee. Ah Ateukin, how should we display this let? Why dalliest thou? What, murder of my Queen? Yet to enjoy my love, what is my Queen? O but my vow and promise to my Queen: I but my hope to gain a fairer Queen, With how contrarious thoughts am I with drawn? Why linger I betwixt hope and doubtful fear: If Dorothe die, will Ida love? Then let her die. Devise, advise the means, All likes me well that lends me hope in love. Nought shall he want, write thou and I will sign And gentle Gna oh, if my Ida yield, Thou shalt have what thou wilt, I'll give the straight, A Barrony, and Earldom for reward. Stay Jaques, fear not, sheath thy murdering blade: Lo here thy King and friends are come abroad, To save thee from the terrors of pursuit: What is she dead? Ateukin I am ravished in conceit, And yet depressed again with earnest thoughts, Me thinks this murder soundeth in mine ear, A threatening noise of dire and sharp revenge I am incensed with grief, yet feign would joy, What may I do to end me of these doubts? Enough I am confirmed, Ateukin come, Rid me of love, and rid me of my grief, Driven thou the tyrant from this tainted breast Then may I triumph in the height of joy, Go to mine Ida, tell her that I vow, To raise her head and make her honours great. Go to mine Ida, tell her that her hairs, Salbe embollished with orient pearls, And Crowns of Saphyrs compassing her brows, Shall wear with those sweet beauty's of her eyes. Go to mine Ida, tell her that my soul Shall keep her semblance closed in my breast, And I in touching of her milkwhite mould, Will think me deified in such a grace: I Like no stay, go write and I will sign. Reward me Jaques, give him store of Crown. And sirrah Andrew, scout thou here in Court: And bring me tidings if thou canst perceive The least intent of muttering in my train, For either those that wrong thy Lord or thee, Shall suffer death. He would have parley Lords, Herald say he shall, And get thee gone: go leave me to my self: Betwixt love and fear, continual is the wars: The one assures me of my Ida's love, The other moves me for my murdered Queen. Thus find I grief of that whereon I joy, And doubt, in greatest hope, and death in weal, Ah lass what hell may be compared with mine, Since in extremes my comforts do consist? War then will cease, when dead ones are revived. Some then will yield, when I am dead for hope. Who does disturb me? Andrew? What news? What is Ateukin dead, tell me the worst? How have the partial heavens the ̄ dealt with me, Boding my weal, for to abase my power? Alas what thronging thoughts do me oppress? Injurious love is partial in my right, And flattering tongues by whom I was misled, Have laid a snare to spoil my state and me. Methinks I hear my Dorothea's ghost, Howling revenge for my accursed hate, The gifts of those my subjects that are slain, Pursue me crying out, woe, woe, to lust, The foe pursues me at my palace door: He breaks my rest and spoils me in my Camp, Ah flattering brood of Sycophants my foes, First shall my dire revenge begin on you, I will reward thee Andrew. And thou shalt have thy recompense for that. Lords bear them to the prison, chain them fast, Until we take some order for their death's. Then hang them both as traitors to the King. Why dally you? go draw them hence away. What seeks the King of England in this land? My head proud King abase thy pranking plains, So striving fondly, mayest thou catch thy graven. But if true judgement do direct thy course, These lawful reasons should divide the war, Faith not by my consent thy daughter died. I will repay the ransom for her blood. I took no combat false injurious King, But since thou needless art inclined to war, Do what thou darest we are in open field. Arming thy battles I will fight with thee. Thou art my subject and dost mean me good. And by my Sceptre and the Scottish Crown, I am resolved to grant thee thy request. Durst I presume to look upon those eyes, Which I have tired with a world of woes, Or did I think submission were enough, Or sighs might make and entrance to my soul: You heavens, you know how willing I would weep: You heavens can tell, how glad I would submit: You heavens can say, how firmly I would sighs. All wisdom joined with godly piety, Thou English king, pardon my former youth, And pardon courteous Queen my great misdeed: And for assurance of mine after life, I take religious vows before my God, To honour thee for favour, her for wife. Guide Knight I grant thy suit, first I submit And humble crave a pardon of your grace: Next courteous Queen, I pray thee by thy loves, Forgive mine errors passed, and pardon me. My Lords and Princes, if I have misdone, (As I have wronged indeed both you and yours) Hereafter trust me, you are deer to me: As for Auteukin, who so finds the man, Let him have Martial law, and straight be hanged, As (all his vain arbetters now are divided) And Anderson our Treasurer shall pay, Three thousand Marks, for friendly recompense. Art thou a Pigmey born my pretty friend? BRother of England, since our neighbouring land, And near alliance does invite our loves, The more I think upon our last accord, The more I grieve your sudden parting hence: First laws of friendship did confirm our peace, Now both the seal of faith and marriage bed, The name of father, and the style of friend, These force in me affection full confirmed, So that I grieve, and this my hearty grief The heavens record, the world may witness well To lose your presence, who are now to me A father, brother, and a vowed friend. Nor can her father love her Like to me, My lives light, and the comfort of my soul: Fair Dorithea, that wast England's pride, Welcome to Scotland, and in sign of love, Lo I invest thee with the Scottish Crown. Nobles and Ladies, stoop unto your Queen. And Trumpets found, that Heralds may proclaim, Fair Dorithea peerless Queen of Scots. But lovely Ida is your mind the same? And why? Why Ida then I see you set at nought, The force of love. Rare wit, fair face, what heart could more desire! But Doll is fair, and does concern thee near. Let Doll be fair, she is won, but I must woe, And win fair Ida, theres some choice in two. But Ida thou art coy. In that you will dispraise so sweet A thing, as love, had I my wish. Then would I place his arrow here, His beauty in that face. But here returns our train. Welcome fair Doll: how fares our father, is he shipped and gone. And first found King, thy honour does engrave, Upon thy brows, the drift of thy disgrace: Thy new vowed love in sighed of God and men, Link thee to Dorithea, during life. For who more fair and virtuous then thy with e, Deceitful murderer of a quiet mind, Found love, vile lust, that thus misleads us men, To vow our faith's, and fallen to sin again. But Kings stoop not to every common thought, Ida is fair and wise, fit for a King: And for fair Ida will I hazard life, Venture my Kingdom, Country, and my Crown: Such fire hath love, to burn a kingdom down. Say Doll dislikes, that I estrange my love, Am I obedient to a woman's look? Nay say her father frown when he shall hear That I do hold fair Ida's love so deer: Let father frown and fret, and fret and die, Nor earth, nor heaven shall partly my love and I. Yea they shall partly us, but we first must meet, And woe, and win, and yet the world not seet. Yea ther's the wound, & wounded with that thought So let me die: for all my drift is nought. Ateu. If so thy name, for so thou sayest, Thine Art appears in entrance of my love: And since I deem thy wisdom matched with truth, I will exalt thee, and thy self alone Shalt be the Agent to dissolve my grief. Sooth is, I love, and Ida is my love, But my new mar iage nips me near, Ateukin: For Dorithea may not brook abuse. Then lovely Doll, and all that favour me, Attend to see our English friends at sea, Let all their charge depend upon my purse: They are our neighbours, by whose kind accord, We dare attempt the proudest Potentate. Only fair Countess, and your daughter stay, With you I have some other thing to say. But Ida you are fair, and beauty shines, And seems best, where pomp her pride refines. Amen say I, would thou Wertenberg with him too: Then might I have a fitter time to woo. But Countess you would be gone, therefore farewell Yet Ida if thou wilt, stay thou behind, To accompany my Queen. But if thou Like the pleasures of the Court, Or if she liked me though she left the Court, What should I say? I know not what to say, You may depart, and you my courteous Queen Leave me a space, I have a weighty cause to think up Ida, it nips me near: It came from thence, I feel it burning here. Now am I free from sighed of common ̄ I , Where to my self I may disclose the grief That hath too great a partly in mine affects. You may depart, but why is Morton sad? Till time when, My friend it stands with wit, To take repast when stomach serveth it.