Purveyor, Herald, Scout, Huntsmen, Soldiers, Revellers, etc.
_Music playing within. Enter after_ OBERON, _King of Fairies, an_ Antic,[239] _who dance about a tomb placed conveniently on the stage; out of which suddenly starts up, as they dance,_ BOHAN, _a Scot, attired like a ridstall_[240] _man, from whom the_ Antics _fly._ OBERON _remains._
_Boh._ What wot I or reck I that? whay, guid man, I reck no friend nor ay reck no foe; als ene to me. Git thee ganging, and trouble not may whayet,[241] or ays gar[242] thee recon me nene of thay friend, by the Mary mass, sall I!
_Ober._ Why, angry Scot, I visit thee for love; then what moves thee to wrath?
_Boh._ The de'il a whit reck I thy love; for I know too well that true love took her flight twenty winter sence to heaven, whither till ay can, weel I wot, ay sal ne'er find love: an thou lovest me, leave me to myself. But what were those puppets that hopped and skipped about me year whayle?[243]
_Boh._ Thay subjects! whay, art thou a king?
_Boh._ The de'il thou art! whay, thou lookest not so big as the King of Clubs, nor so sharp as the King of Spades, nor so fain as the King a Daymonds: be the mass, ay take thee to be the king of false hearts; therefore I rid[244] thee away, or ayse so curry your kingdom that you's be glad to run to save your life.
_Ober._ Why, stoical Scot, do what thou darest to me: here is my breast, strike.
_Boh._ Thou wilt not threap[245] me, this whinyard[246] has gard many better men to lope then thou! [_Tries to draw his sword._] But how now! Gos sayds, what, will't not out? Whay, thou witch, thou de'il! Gad's fute, may whinyard!
_Ober._ Why, pull, man: but what an 'twere out, how then?
_Boh._ This, then,--thou weart best be gone first; for ay'l so lop thy limbs that thou's go with half a knave's carcass to the de'il.
_Ober._ Draw it out: now strike, fool, canst thou not?
_Boh._ Bread ay gad, what de'il is in me? Whay, tell me, thou skipjack, what art thou?
_Ober._ Nay, first tell me what thou wast from thy birth, what thou hast passed hitherto, why thou dwellest in a tomb and leavest the world; and then I will release thee of these bonds; before, not.
_Boh._ And not before! then needs must, needs sall. I was born a gentleman of the best blood in all Scotland, except the king. When time brought me to age, and death took my parents, I became a courtier; where, though ay list not praise myself, ay engraved the memory of Bohan on the skin-coat of some of them, and revelled with the proudest.