_K. of Scots._ How have the partial heavens, then, 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 accursèd hate: The ghosts 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. _Slip._ Nay, sir, if you be in your deeds of charity, remember me. I rubbed Master Ateukin's horse-heels when he rid to the meadows. _K. of Scots._ And thou shalt have thy recompense for that.-- Lords, bear them to the prison, chain them fast, Until we take some order for their deaths. [Lords _seize them._ _And._ If so your grace in such sort give rewards, Let me have naught; I am content to want. _Slip._ Then, I pray, sir, give me all; I am as ready for a reward as an oyster for a fresh tide; spare not me, sir. _K. of Scots._ Then hang them both as traitors to the king. _Slip._ The case is altered, sir: I'll none of your gifts. What, I take a reward at your hands, master! faith, sir, no; I am a man of a better conscience. _K. of Scots._ Why dally you? Go draw them hence away. _Slip._ Why, alas, sir, I will go away.--I thank you, gentle friends; I pray you spare your pains: I will not trouble his honour's mastership; I'll run away. _K. of Scots._ Why stay you? move me not. Let search be made For vile Ateukin: whoso finds him out Shall have five hundred marks for his reward. Away with them, lords! _Enter_ OBERON _and_ Antics, _and carry away_ SLIPPER; _he makes pots_[296] _and sports, and scorns._ ANDREW _is removed._ Troops, about my tent! Let all our soldiers stand in battle 'ray; For, lo, the English to their parley come. _March over bravely, first the English host, the sword carried before the_ King _by_ PERCY; _the Scottish on the other side, with all their pomp, bravely._ What seeks the King of England in this land? _K. of Eng._ False, traitorous Scot, I come for to revenge My daughter's death; I come to spoil thy wealth, Since thou hast spoil'd me of my marriage joy; I come to heap thy land with carcases, That this thy thirsty soil, chok'd up with blood, May thunder forth revenge upon thy head; I come to quit thy loveless love with death: In brief, no means of peace shall e'er be found, Except I have my daughter or thy head.