_Slip._ Nay sir if you be in your deeds of charitie, remember me I rubd M. _Ateukins_ horse heeles, when he rid to the medowes. _K. of S._ And thou shalt haue thy recompence for that. Lords beare them to the prison, chaine them fast, Vntil we take some order for their deathes. _And._ If so your grace in such sort giue rewards, Let me haue nought, I am content to want. _Slip._ Then I pray sir giue me all, I am as ready for a reward as an oyster for a fresh tide, spare not me sir. _K. of S._ Then hang them both as traitors to the King. 2390 _Slip._ The case is altered, sir, ile none of your gifts, what I take a reward at your hands? Maister, faith sir no: I am a man of a better conscience. _K. of S._ Why dallie you? go draw them hence away. _Slip._ Why alas sir, I wil go away I thanke you gentle friends, I pray you spare your pains, I will not trouble his honors maistership, ile run away. _Enter ~Adam~, and Antiques, and carrie away the Clowne, he makes pots, and sports, and scornes._ Why stay you? moue me not, let search be made, 2400 For vile _Ateukin_, who so findes him out, Shall haue fiue hundreth markes for his reward. Away with the Lords troupes about my tent, Let all our souldiers stand in battaile ray, For lo the English to their parley come. _March ouer brauelie first the English hoste, the sword caried before the King by Percy. The Scottish on the other side, with all their pompe brauelie._ _K. of S._ What seekes the King of _England_ in this land? _K. of Eng._ False traiterous Scot, I come for to reuenge 2410 My daughters death: I come to spoyle thy wealth, Since thou hast spoyld me of my marriage ioy. I come to heape thy land with Carkasses, That this thy thriftie soyle choakt vp with blood, May thunder forth reuenge vpon thy head. I come to quit thy louelesse loue with death, In briefe, no meanes of peace shall ere be found, Except I haue my daughter or thy head. _K. of S._ My head proud King? abase thy prancking plaines, So striuing fondly, maiest thou catch thy graue. 2420 But if true iudgement do direct thy course, These lawfull reasons should deuide the warre, Faith not by my consent thy daughter dyed. _K. of E._ Thou liest false Scot, thy agẽts haue cṏfest it. These are but fond delayes, thou canst not thinke A meanes for to reconcile me for thy friend, I haue thy parasites confession pend: What then canst thou alleage in thy excuse? _K. of S._ I will repay the raunsome for her bloud. _K. of E._ What thinkst thou catiue, I wil sel my child, 2430 No if thou be a Prince and man at armes, In singule combat come and trie thy right, Else will I prooue thee recreant to thy face. _K. of S._ I tooke no combat false iniurious King, But since thou needlesse art inclinde to warre, Do what thou darest we are in open field. Arming thy battailes I will fight with thee.