You're a man of good means, and have territories

store,

Both by sea and by land; and were born, sir, for

more,

Which you like a lord, and the prince of your peace
Content with your havings, despise to encrease;
You are no great wencher I see by your table,
Although your Mons Veneris says you are able:
Whence he that conjectures your quality learns
You're an honest good man, and take care of

bairns;

your

Your mercury's bill too, a wit doth betoken,
Some book craft you have, and are pretty well spoken.
But stay, in your Jupiter's mount, what's here?
A king! a monarch! what wonders appear!
High, bountiful, just; a Jove for your parts,
A master of men, and that reign in their hearts.

"Avaunt, wizzard, avaunt,” said the King sternly, "thou dealest with Satan, and art witched"—

"Nay, eat of my bread, and drink of my cup, "Then to horse without leaping store, aye or stirrup."

"God's death! thou beggarly gypsey," said Herbert, "avaunt, or my faulchion cleaves thee in twain."

"Though the whip be sold that shall lash thy breech, bully courtier, the blade's not welded that docks my hair, Sib, Sib, Sib," called the fellow to his dog, which instantly obeyed its master's voice, and the woodland fortune-teller, bolting out at the door, disappeared in an instant.

"We're in the land of enchantment," said the King, "let us begone-let the devils be a' harried ;" and leaving the homely dwelling of a being who really meant the King no ill, James mounted his horse in the midst of the storm, and rode to a more genial place of shelter.

CHAPTER X.

There's language in her eye; her cheek, her lip,
Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out
At every joint and motive of her body.
O, these encounterers, so glib of tongue,
That give a coasting welcome ere it comes,
And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts
Το
every ticklish reader! Set them down
For sluttish spoils of opportunity,

And daughters of the game.

TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.

Or the young ladies who shone at the court of James, few excelled the Lady Frances Howard, daughter of the Earl of Suffolk. This young lady had been peculiarly noticed by Queen Anne, and, in the parties of juvenile courtiers that flirted around Prince Henry, none received more attention than the Lady

Frances. The King himself delighted to partake occasionally in the innocent amusements of the young nobility who surrounded the Prince; and he could plainly see that it would be for the interest of young Essex to be married to the Lady Frances Howard. By this alliance, the pacific monarch hoped that a perfect reconciliation might be made in all things between the families of Devereux and Howard. Accordingly, he proposed the match to the Earl of Suffolk, who referred his Majesty to the Countess :-James took the reference of his minister in good part, and went forthwith through with the business, a name sufficiently reasonable for a political marriage.

"Cousin," quoth the King to the Countess, "I've got a familiar to knock on the Lady Frances' pillow."

"Indeed!" exclaimed the Countess; "and who is the cadds that your Ma

jesty proposes to disturb the sleep of my daughter?"

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Why, looke-ye," replied James; your Frankey, as transcendant in her spirit as in her beauty, renders your house now as populous as a confectioner's shop, to which the gaudy wasps, no less than the liquorish flies, make it their business to resort, in hope of obtaining a lick of your Countess-ship's honey-pot.-Now, Madam, I would lay an embargo on the loose custom of England, where she, that being innocent, doth, by her light carriage, make base symptoms appear in the world's opinion. I would have all your young lasses of seventeen in the land married; and all the gaudy butterflies amongst the young men of nineteen, whose heads are now a wool-gathering, I would have them all to believe with me, that a wife is a medicine both for strong and weak.”

"So your Majesty has a lover at