_L. And._ But you my Prince must yeelde me mickle more: You know your Nobles are your chiefest ffaies, And long time haue been bannisht from your Court, Embrace and reeoncile them to your selfe: They are your hands, whereby you oght to worke. As for _Ateukin_, and his lewde compeeres, That sooth’d you in your sinnes and youthly pompe, 2550 Exile, torment, and punish such as they, For greater vipers neuer may be found Within a date, then such aspiring heads, That reck not how they clime, so that they clime. _K. of S._ Guid Knight I graunt thy sute, first I submit And humble craue a pardon of your grace: Next courteous Queene, I pray thee by thy loues, Forgiue mine errors past, and pardon mee. My Lords and Princes, if I haue misdone, (As I haue wrongd indeed both you and yours) 2560 Heereafter trust me, you are deare to me: As for _Auteukin_, who so findes the man, Let him haue Martiall lawe, and straight be hangd, As (all his vaine arbetters now are diuided) And _Anderson_ our Treasurer shall pay, Three thousand Markes, for friendly recompence. _L. Andr._ But Princes whilst you friend it thus in one, Me thinks of friendship, _Nano_ shall haue none. _Doro._ What would my Dwarfe, that I will not bestow? _Nano._ My boone faire Queene is this, that you would go, 2570 Altho my bodie is but small and neate, My stomacke after toyle requireth meate, An easie sute, dread Princes will you wend? _K. of S._ Art thou a Pigmey borne my prettie frend? _Nano._ Not so great King, but nature when she framde me, Was scant of earth, and _Nano_ therefore namde me: And when she sawe my bodie was so small, She gaue me wit to make it big withall. _K._ Till time when, _Dor._ Eate then. _K._ My friend it stands with wit, 2580 To take repast when stomacke serueth it. _Dor._ Thy pollicie my _Nano_ shall preuaile: Come royall father, enter we my tent: And souldiers feast it, frolike it like friends, My Princes bid this kinde and courteous traine, Partake some fauours of our late accord. Thus warres haue end, and after dreadfull hate, Men learne at last to know their good estate. _Exeunt._ FINIS. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Scottish History of James the Fourth, by Robert Greene