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The Scottish Historie of lames the fourth, glaine at Flodden. EnUrmixed with a pleasant Comedie, presented by Oboram King of Fayerks: As it hath bene sundrie times publikely plaide. Written by Robert Greene, Maister of Arts. Omnt tvlit punctum. London Printed by Thomas Creede. 1098. 4(o.

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Music playing within, enter Aster Oberok, King of Fairies; and Antics, who dance about a tomb placed conveniently on OuTstaye; out of tin which suddenly starts up, as they dance, Bohan, a Scot, attired like a ridstall* man, from, ichou the Antics ./fy. Obkron manet.

Boh. Ay say, what's thou?

Obcr. Thy friend, Bohau.

Boh. What wot I or reck I that? Whay, guid man, I reck no friend nor ay reck no foe; ala enc to me. Git theo ganging, and trouble not may whayet,t or ays gar J thee recon mo none of thay friend, by tho Mary mass, Ball I.

Obtr. Why, angry Scot,§ I visit thee for love; then what moves thee to wrath?

Boh. The deil a whit reck I thy love; for I know too well that true love took her flight twenty winter seuee to heaven, whither till ay can, weel I wot, ay sal ne'er find love: an thou loveBt me, leave me to myself. But what were , those puppets that hopped and skipped about me year whayle ? ||

Ober. My subjects.

Boh. Thay subjects! whay, art thou a king?

Obcr. I am.

Boh. The deil thou art j whay, thou lookest not Bo big as the King of Clubs, nor Bo sharp as the King of Spades, nor so fain as the King o' Dayrnonds: be the mass, ay take thee to be the king of false hearts ; therefore I ridlf thee away, or ayao Bo curry your kingdom that you's be glad to run to save your life.

* r'vlstall] A rais-spclling, if not a corruption.

t may whayet] i. o., I suppose, my quiet.

J ays gar] i. o. I'll make. (Bohan, the reader will observe, sometimes says "Ay" and sometimes "I" : nor in several other words docs ho always adhere to the Scottish dialect.)

§ Why, angry Scot, it.] Walker (Shakespeare's Versification, &c, p. 167) would make this speech verso,— "Why, angry Scot, I visit thee for love; Thon what moves theo to wrath V

|| year whayle] i. o. orewhile.

1 rid] i. e. rede,—advise.

Ober. Why, stoical Scot,* do what thou darest to me: here is my breast, strike.

Boh. Thou wilt not threap me,t this whinyard has gard many better men to lope than thou? [Tries to draw his sword.] But how now 1 Gos sayda, what, will't not out? Whay, thou witch, thou deil! Gad's fute, may whinyard!

Ober. Why, pull, man : but what an 'twere out, how theu 3

Boh. This, then,—thou weart best be gone first; for ay'l so lop thy limbs that thou's go with half a knave's carcass to the deil.

Ober. Draw it out: now strike, fool, canst thou not?

Boh. Bread ay gad, what deil is in mo? Whay, tell me, thou skipjack, what art thou?

Ober. Nay, first tell me what thou wast from thy birth, what thou hast passed hitherto, why thou dwellest in a tomb and leavest the world? aud then I will release thee of these bonds; before, not.

Boh. And not before 1 then needs must, needs sail. I was born a gentleman of the best blood in all Scotland, except tho king. When time brought me to age, and death took my parents, I became a courtier; where, though ay list not praise myself, ay engraved the memory of Bohau J on the skin-coat of some of them, and revelled with the proudest.

Ober. But why, living in Buch reputation, didst thou leave to be a^courtier?

Boh. Because my pride was vanity, my expense loss, my reward fair words and large promises,

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