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As deep, tho' not.fo fatal : such perhaps
As none but fair Elizabeth can cure.

WAR. Elizabeth !

Edw. Nay, start not, I have cause
To wonder moft: I little thought indeed
When Warwick told me I might learn to love,
He was himself so able to instruct me:
But I've discover'd all.

WAR. And so have I;
Too well I know thy breach of friendship there,
Thy fruitless base endeavours to supplant me.

Edw. I scorn it, Sir, - Elizabeth hath charms,
And I have equal right with you to admire them:
Nor see I ought so godlike in the form,
So all-commanding in the name of Warwick,
That he alone should revel in the charms
Of beauty, and monopolize perfection.
I knew not of your love.

War. By Heav'n 'tis false!
You knew it all, and meanly took occasion,
Whilft I was busy'd in the noble office,
Your grace thought fit to honour me withal,
To tamper with a weak-unguarded woman,
To bribe her passions high, and bafely steal
A treasure which your kingdom could not purchase.

Edw. How know you that? But be it as it may,
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 boast of tyrants ; A borrow'd jewel, glittring in the crown

With specious lustre, 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
Their liberties, and they shall strengthen mine:
But when proud faction, and her rebel crew,
Insult their sov’reign, trample on his laws,
And bid defiance to his pow'r, the people
In justice to themselves, will then defend
His cause, and vindicate the rights they gave.

War. Go to your darling people, then; for foon,
If I mistake not, 'twill be needful; try
Their boasted zeal, and see if one of them
Will dare to lift his arm up in your cause,
If I forbid them.

Edw. Is it so, my lord, '
Then mark my words: I've been your slave too long,
And you have ruld me with a rod of iron;
But henceforth know, proud peer, I am thy master,
And will be fo: the king, who delegates
His pow'r to other's hands, but ill deserves
The crown he wears.

War. Look well then to your own; -
It fits but loosely on your head; for know,

The man who injur'd Warwick, never pass’d
Unpunish'd yet.

Edw. Nor he who threaten’d Edward
You may repent it, Sir,-my guards there-seize
This traitor, and convey him to the tow'r,
There let him learn obedience.

EARL OF WARWICK.

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C HA P. XII.
ORLANDO AND A D A M.

ORLA. W HO's there?
V ADAM. What! my young master? Oh

my gentle master, .
Oh, my sweet matter, O you memory
Of old Sir Rowland! Why, what makes you here?
Why are you virtuous ? Why do people love you?
And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant ?
Why would you be fo fond to overcome
The bony priser of the humorous Duke ;
Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.
Know you not, master, to some kind of men
Their graces serve them but as enemies ?
No more do your's; your virtues, gentle master,
Are fanctified and holy traitors to you.
Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely
Invenoms him that bears it!

Orla. Why, what's the matter?

ADAM. O unhappy youth,
Come not within these doors ; within this roof
The enemy of all your graces lives :
Your brother- (no; no brother ; yet the son,
Yet not the fon; I will not call him son
Of him I was about to call his father,)
Hath heard your praises, and this night he means
To burn the lodging where you use to lie,
And you within it; if he fail of that,
He will have other means to cut you off;
I overheard him, and his practices :

This is no palace, this house is hut a butchery ;
Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.

ORLA. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go?
Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here.

Orla. What would'It thou have, me go and beg my food:
Or with a base and boisterous sword enforce
A thievith living on the common road ?
This I must do, or know not what to do:
Yet this I will not do, do how I can ;
I rather will subject me to the malice
Of a diverted blood, and bloody brother.

ADAM. But do not fo; I have five hundred crowns,
The thrifty hire I fav'd under your father,
Which I did itore, to be my, fofter-nurse
When service should in'my old limbs lie dame,
And unregarded age in corners thrown:
Take that; and he that doth the ravens feed,
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Be comfort to my age! here is the gold, .
All this I give you, let me be your servant ;
Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty;
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;
Nor did I with unbashful forehead woo
The means of weakness and debility ;
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, .
Frosty, but kindly ; let me go with you; .
I'll do the service of a younger man
In all your business and necessities.

Orla. Oh! good old man, how well in thee appears
The constant service of the antique world ;
When service sweat for:duty, not for meed!

Thou

Thou art not for the fashion of these times,.
Where none will sweat but for promotion ;
And having that do choak their service up
Even with the having; it is not so with thee;
But, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree,
That cannot so much as a blossom yield,
In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry.
But come thy ways, we'll go along together ;
And ere we have thy youthful wages spent,
We'll light upon some settled low content.

Adam. Mafter, go on; and I will follow thee
To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty ;
From seventeen years till now, almost fourscore,
Here lived I, but now live here no more.
At seventeen years, many their fortunes seek,
But at fourscore, it is too late a week;
Yet fortune cannot recompense me better
Than to die well, and not my master's debtor.

SHAKESPEAR,

CH A P. XIII. SCROOP AND RICHARD. SCROOP:

M O RE health and happiness betide my Liege,

IVI Thạn can my care-tun’d tongue deliver him! R. Rich., Mine ear is open, and my heart prepar’d; The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold. Say, is my kingdom loit? Why, 'twas my care ; And what loss is it, to be rid of care? Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we? Greater he shall not be; if he serve God, We'll serve him too, and be his fellow so.

Revolt

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