Huntley, your father, madam, should he look on
Your strange subjection in a gaze so public,
Would blush on your behalf, and wish his country
Unleft for entertainment to such sorrow.

Kath. Why art thou angry, Oxford ?
More peremptory in my duty.-Sir,
Impute it not unto immodesty

That I presume to press you to a legacy
Before we part for ever.

I must be

My heart, the rich remains of all my fortunes.
Confirm it with a kiss, pray.

Kath.

War.

I wish to breathe my last! upon thy lips,
Those equal twins of comeliness, I seal
The testament of honourable vows :
Whoever be that man that shall unkiss

O, with that

This sacred print next, may he prove more thrifty

In this world's just applause, not more desertful!

[Kisses her.

Kath. By this sweet pledge of both our souls, I swear

To die a faithful widow to thy bed;

Not to be forced or won: O, never, never!

Enter EARLS OF SURREY, HUNTLEY, and CRAWFORD, and LORD DAWBENEY.

Daw. Free the condemnéd person; quickly free him! What has he yet confessed?

Urs.

[PERKIN WARBECK is taken out of the stocks.

But still he will be king.

Sur.

Nothing to purpose ;

Prepare your journey

To a new kingdom, then, unhappy madman,
Wilfully foolish !-See, my lord ambassador,
Your lady daughter will not leave the counterfeit
In this disgrace of fate.

Thy marriage, girl; but yet, being married,

Enjoy thy duty to a husband freely.

The griefs are mine. I glory in thy constancy;
And must not say I wished that I had missed
Some partage in these trials of a patience.

Kath.

Hunt.

You will forgive me, noble sir?

In every duty of a wife and daughter

I dare not disavow thee. To your husband,-
For such you are, sir,—I impart a farewell

Yes, yes;

Of manly pity; what your life has passed through,
The dangers of your end will make apparent ;
And I can add, for comfort to your sufferance,
No cordial, but the wonder of your frailty,
Which keeps so firm a station. We are parted.
War. We are. A crown of peace renew thy age,
Most honourable Huntley! -Worthy Crawford !
We may embrace; I never thought thee injury.
Craw. Nor was I ever guilty of neglect
Which might procure such thought.

I take my leave, sir.

War. To you, Lord Dalyell,—what? accept a sigh,

[To DALYELL. Dear lady,

What do you mean?-My lord, your hand.

Dal.

Be pleased that I may wait ye to your lodging.

[Exeunt LORD DALYELL and JANE, supporting

LADY KATHERINE.

Enter Sheriff and Officers with SKELTON, ASTLEY, HERON, and JOHN A-WATER, with halters about their necks.

Oxf. Look ye; behold your followers, appointed To wait on ye in death!

War.

Why, peers of England,

We'll lead 'em on courageously: I read

A triumph over tyranny upon

Their several foreheads.-Faint not in the moment

Of victory! our ends, and Warwick's head,

Innocent Warwick's head,—for we are prologue
But to his tragedy,-conclude the wonder
Of Henry's fears; and then the glorious race
Of fourteen kings, Plantagenets, determines

In this last issue male; Heaven be obeyed!
Impoverish time of its amazement, friends,
And we will prove as trusty in our payments
As prodigal to nature in our debts.

Death? pish! 'tis but a sound; a name of air;
A minute's storm, or not so much to tumble
From bed to bed, be massacred alive

By some physicians, for a month or two,
In hope of freedom from a fever's torments,
Might stagger manhood; here the pain is past
Ere sensibly 'tis felt. Be men of spirit!

Spurn coward passion! so illustrious mention

Shall blaze our names, and style us kings o'er Death.
Daw. Away, impostor beyond precedent!

[Exeunt Sheriff and Officers with the Prisoners.

No chronicle records his fellow.

Not thoughts left: 'tis sufficient in such cases

Just laws ought to proceed.

Enter KING HENRY, the BISHOP OF DURHAM, and

K. Hen.

HIALAS.

We are resolved.

Your business, noble lords, shall find success

Such as your king impórtunes.

Hunt.

You are gracious.

K. Hen. Perkin, we are informed, is armed to die;
In that we'll honour him. Our lords shall follow

To see the execution; and from hence
We gather this fit use,-that public states,
As our particular bodies, taste most good
In health when purged of corrupted blood.

[Exeunt.

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