Swearing by all those powers which thou haft violated, Take it Farewel, for now I owe thee nothing. PIER. For my life, difpofe of it Just as thou wilt, becaufe 'tis what I'm tir'd with. PIER. No more. JAFF. My eyes won't loofe the fight of thee, But languish after thine, and ache with gazing. PIER. Leave me-Nay, then thus, thus I throw thee from me; And curfes, great as is thy falfehood, catch thee. WAR. Behold him here; No welcome gueft, it feems, unless I ask My lord of Suffolk's leave-there was a time EDW. There was a time, perhaps, When Warwick more defir'd, and more- -deferv'd it. WAR. Never; I've been a foolish faithful flave; All my beft years, the morning of my life, Hath Hath been devoted to your service: what For foreign fools to carp at: but 'tis fit EDW. I thought, my lord, I had full well repay'd Guided in fecret ev'ry latent wheel Of government, and mov'd the whole machine : Stood like a cypher in the great account. WAR. Who gave that cypher worth, and feated the Dug from its fordid mine the useless ore, This wretched country, doom'd, perhaps, like Rome, Toft for fo many years in the rough sea In that diftrefsful hour I feiz'd the helm, Bade the rough waves fubfide in peace, and steer'd You may defpife, perhaps, that useless aid Which you no longer want; but know, proud youth, He who forgets a friend, deferves a foe. EDW. Know too, reproach for benefits receiv'd A thrifty A thrifty faving knowledge: when the debt EDW. When you have counted o'er the numerous train Of mighty gifts your bounty lavish'd on me, You may remember next the injuries Which I have done you; let me know them all, And I will make you ample fatisfaction. WAR. Thou canst not; thou haft robb'd me of a jewel It is not in thy power to restore: 1 was the first, shall future annals say, Amidst the herd of mercenary flaves That haunt your court, cou'd none be found but Warwick, To be the fhameless herald of a lie? EDW. And wouldst thou turn the vile reproach on me? WAR. I have been abus'd, infulted, and betray'd; EDW. Thefe gufts of paffion, Will but inflame them; if I have been right As As deep, tho' not so fatal: such perhaps As none but fair Elizabeth can cure. WAR. Elizabeth! EDW. Nay, ftart not, I have cause To wonder moft: I little thought indeed But I've difcover'd all. WAR. And fo have I; Too well I know thy breach of friendship there, EDW. I fcorn it, Sir,-Elizabeth hath charms, I knew not of WAR. By Heav'n 'tis falfe! You knew it all, and meanly took occafion, I had a right, nor will I tamely yield My claim to happiness, the privilege To choose the partner of my throne and bed: It is a branch of my prerogative. WAR. Prerogative! what's that? the boaft of tyrants; A borrow'd jewel, glitt'ring in the crown With fpecious luftre, lent but to betray. You had it, fir, and hold it-from the people. EDW. And therefore do I prize it; I wou'd guard In juftice to themfelves, will then defend WAR. Go to your darling people, then; for foon, If I mistake not, 'twill be needful; try Their boafted zeal, and fee if one of them Will dare to lift his arm up in your cause, EDW. Is it fo, my lord, Then mark my words: I've been your flave too long, But henceforth know, proud peer, I am thy maker, WAR. Look well then to your own; It fits but loosely on your head; for know, EDW. Nor he who threaten'd Edward You may repent it, Sir,-my guards there-feize EARL OF WARWICK. СНАР. |