OR, 'TIS SIXTY YEARS SINCE. Under which King, Bezonian? Speak, or die ! HENRI IV. PART II. PHILADELPHIA : WAVERLEY; OR, 'TIS SIXTY YEARS SINCE. CHAPTER I. An old and a new Acquaintance. WHILE he was deep sunk in his reverie, the rustle of tartans was heard behind him, a friendly arm clasped his shoulders, and a friendly voice exclaimed, “ Said the Highland prophet sooth? or must second sight go for nothing ?” Waverley turned, and was warmly embraced by Fergus Mac-Ivor. " A thousand welcomes to HolyRood, once more possessed by her legitimate sovereign did I not say we should prosper, and that you ! would fall into the hands of the Philistines if you parted from us?” “ Dear Fergus, it is long since I have heard a friend's voice. Where is Flora ?" “ Safe, and a triumphant spectator of our success." “ In this place ?” “Ay, in this city at least, and you shall see her; but first you must meet a friend whom you little think of, who has been frequent in his inquiries after you." Thus saying, he dragged Waverley by the arm out of the guard-chamber, and ere he knew where he was conducted, Edward found himself in a presence room fitted up with some attempt at royal statea |