_There I had an old quiet pantry, of the servants was the head;_ _And kept the key of the old cellar, and old plate, and chipp'd the brown bread._ _If an old barrel was missing, it was easily said,_ _That the very old beer was one morning found dead:--_ _But it was in Moderation, &c._ _But, we had a good old custom, when the week did begin,_ _To show, by my accounts, I had not wasted a pin;--_ _For my lord, tho' he was bountiful, thought waste was a sin;_ _And never would lay out much, but when my lady lay-in._ _But still it was Moderation._ _Good lack! good lack! how once Dame Fortune did frown!_ _I left my old quiet pantry, to trudge from town to town;_ _Worn quite off my legs, in search of thumps, bobs, and cracks on the crown,_ _I was fairly knock'd up, and very near foully knock'd down._ _But now there's an Alteration,_ _Oh! it's a wonderful Alteration!_ [_Exit._ SCENE IV. _The Village._ _Enter MARGARET, LA VARENNE, and PRINCE._ _Marg._ The northern coast beset! _La Var._ Close watch'd with enemies:--'twere too bold a risk, That way to seek the sea: then bend your course Thro' Cumberland, so please you.---- At Solway Frith, we have warm friends, to favour Your embarkation--Sailing, thence to Galloway, With all convenient speed, we march towards Edinburgh; And thitherward, I learn, the king has fled: Where, in the bosom of the Scottish court, You may in safety sojourn, till the succour Which noble Burgundy, warm in beauty's cause, Once more, no doubt, will lend, again shall plume The wing of majesty. _Marg._ Then, let sharp injury Subdue base minds alone; its scalding spirit, Pour'd in a royal breast, will quicken vengeance. Why, worthy Seneschal, there's hope in't still! Holds it not likely, When our dispersed nobility shall hear, We are again on foot, our royal standard Will be so flock'd with friends!---- Here comes the fellow, whom I told you of. _Enter GONDIBERT, ADELINE, and GREGORY, behind._ Now, good friend, the news? _Gondi._ Thus, as my spies inform me, madam:--Montague Has march'd right north; towards Dunstaburgh; hoping There to surprise your Majesty-- _Marg._ Let the fool on.-- This favours our intended march, through Cumberland. What else? _Gondi._ No more; but that some twenty, Or thereabout, of your dispersed soldiers Are fall'n into my power. I have ventured, Finding, that, here, the village is attach'd, In honest bonds of loyalty, to direct My men to march them hither: if your course Should need a secret guard, these few will serve, When more were dangerous.