Were to exceed those limited the world. Take it Farewell, for now I owe thee nothing. JAFF. Say thou wilt live then. PIER. For my life, dispose of it Juft as thou wilt, because 'tis what I'm tir'd with. PIER. No more. JAFF. My eyes won't lofe the fight of thee, But languifh 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. VENICE PRESERVED. EDWARD AND WARWICK. EDW. LET me have no intruders; above all, Keep Warwick from my fight No welcome gueft, it seems, unless I ask My lord of Suffolk's leave-there was a time Admiffion here. EDW. There was a time, perhaps, When Warwick more defir'd, and more-deferv'd it. All my best years; the morning of my life Q Edw. EDW. I thought, my lord, I had full well repay'd Your fervices with honours, wealth, and pow'r Unlimited thy all-directing hand; Guided in fecret ev'ry latent wheel Of government, and mov'd the whole machine : WAR. Who gave that cypher worth, and feated thee And moulder'd in oblivion, had not Warwick 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 EDW. Know too, reproach for benefits receiv'd WAR. Why, that indeed in frugal honesty; A thrifty faving knowledge: when the debt Grows burdenfome, and cannot be discharg'd, A fponge will wipe out all, and coft you nothing. 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 can it not: thou haft robb'd me of a jewel It It is not in thy power to restore: I was the firft, fhall future annals fay, That haunt your court, could none be found but Warwick To be the fhameless herald of a lie ? EDW. And would'st thou turn the vile reproach on me? If I have broke my faith, and ftain'd the name Of England, thank thy own pernicious counfels That urg'd me to it, and extorted from me A cold confent to what my heart abhorr❜d. WAR. I have been abus'd, infulted, and betray'd; My injur'd honour cries aloud for vengeance ! Her wounds will never clofe! EDW. Thefe gufts of paffion Will but inflame them; if I have been right WAR. EDW. Elizabeth! Nay, ftart not; I have caufe To wonder most: I little thought, indeed, When Warwick told me I might learn to love, Too well I know thy breach of friendship there, And I have equal right with you to admire them; WAR. By Heav'n 'tis false! You knew it all, and meanly took occafion, 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 boast of tyrants; A borrow'd jewel, glitt'ring in the crown With specious luftre, lent but to betray : You had it, Sir, and hold it-from the people. EDW. And therefore do I prize it; I would guard Their liberties, and they fhall ftrengthen mine; But when proud Faction, and her rebel crew, Infult their fov'reign, trample on his laws, And bid defiance to his pow'r, the people, In justice to themfelves, will then defend His caufe, and vindicate the rights they gave. WAR. Go to your darling people, then; for foon, If 1 mistake not, 'twill be needful; try Their boasted zeal, and fee if one of them EDW. Is it fo, my lord? Then Then mark my words: I've been your flave too long, His pow'r to others' hands, but ill deferves The crown he wears. 1 WAR. Look well then to your own; It fits but loosely on your head; for know, EDW. Nor he who threaten'd Edward- EARL OF WARWICK. CHAP. XII. ORLANDO AND ADAM. ORLA. WHO's there? ADAM. What, my young mafter? Oh, my gentle mafter, Oh, my sweet master, oh you memory Of old Sir Rowland! Why, what makes you here ? The bony prifer of the humorous Duke ? Your praise is come too swiftly home before you. No more do yours: your virtues, gentle master, Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely ORLA, Why, what's the matter? |