K. of S. Enough I am confirmed, Ateukin come,
Rid me of loue, and rid me of my greefe,
Driue thou the tyrant from this tainted brest,
Then may I triumph in the height of ioy,
Go to mine Ida, tell her that I vowe,
To raise her head and make her honours great.
Go to mine Ida, tell her that her haires,
Salbe embollished with orient pearles,
And Crownes of Saphyrs compassing her browes, 1880
Shall weare with those sweete beauties of her eyes.
Go to mine Ida, tell her that my soule
Shall keepe her semblance closed in my brest,
And I in touching of her milke-white mould,
Will thinke me deified in such a grace:
I like no stay, go write and I will signe.
Reward me Iaques, giue him store of Crowne.
And sirrha Andrew, scout thou here in Court:
And bring me tydings if thou canst perceiue
The least intent of muttering in my traine, 1890
For either those that wrong thy Lord or thee,
Shall suffer death. Exit the King.

Ateu. How much ô mightie king,
Is thy Ateukin bound to honour thee:
Bowe thee Andrew, bend thine sturdie knees,
Seest thou not here thine onely God on earth?

Iaq. Mes on est mon argent Signior.

Ateu. Come follow me, his graue I see is made,
That thus on suddain he hath left vs here.
Come Iaques, we wil haue our packet soone dispatcht 1900
And you shall be my mate vpon the way.

Iaq. Come vous plera Monsieur.

Exeunt.

Andr. Was neuer such a world I thinke before,
When sinners seeme to daunce within a net,
The flatterer and the murtherer they grow big,
By hooke or crooke promotion now is sought,
In such a world where men are so missed,
What should I do? but as the Prouerbe saith,
Runne with the Hare, and hunt with the Hound. 1910
To haue two meanes, beseemes a wittie man:
Now here in Court I may aspire and clime,
By subtiltie for my maisters death.
And if that faile, well fare an other drift:
I will in secret certaine letters send
Vnto the English King, and let him know
The order of his daughters ouerthtow.
That if my maister crack his credit here,
As I am sure long flattery cannot hold,
I may haue meanes within the English Court 1920
To scape the scourge that waits on bad aduice. Exit.

Chorus. V. Chor.

Enter Bohan and Obiron.

Ober. Beleue me bonny Scot, these slrange euents,
Are passing pleasing, may they end as well.