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Was generous, honest, faithful, just, and valliant,
and tender to my heart: But thou a wretched, base, false, worthless co
ward Poor even in soul, and loathsome in thy aspect : All eyes must shun thee, and all hearts detest thee. Pr'ythee avoid, no longer cling thus round me, Like something baneful, that my nature's chill'd Jaff. I have not wrong'd thee; by these tears I
have not But still am honest, true, and hope too , valiant: My mind still full of thee, therefore still noble. Let not thy eyes then shun me nor thy heart Derest me utterly : Oh! look upon me, Look back and see my sad, sincere submission! How my heart swells, as e'en 'twould burst my
bosom : Fond of its goal, and labouring to be at thee; What shall I do! what say to make thee hear me? Pier. Hast thou not wrong’d me? dar'st thou call
thyself That once lov'd valu'd friend of mine, And swear thou hast not wrong'd me? Whence
these chains ? Whence the vile death which I may meet this mo..
ment? Whence this dishonour, but from thee, thou false Jaff. All's true; yet grant one thing, And I've
done asking. Pier. What's that? Jaff. To take thy life on such condition's The council have propos'd: thou and thy friend May yet live long , and to be better treated.
Pier. Life! ask my life! confess! record myself A villain for the privilege to breathe , And carry up and down this cursed city A discontented and repining spirit, Rurdensome to itself, a few years longer,
To lose it, may be at last, in a lewd quarrel
Jaff. By all that's just
Pier. Swear hy some other powers, For thou hast broken that sacred oath too lately. Jaff. Then hy that hell I merit, I'll not leave
thee, Till to thyself at least thou'rt reconcil'd, However thy resentment deal with me.
Pier. Not leave me!
Jaff. No: thou shalt not force me from thee; Use me reproachfully and like a slave; Tread on me,
heap wrong on wrongs On my poor head; I'll bear it all with patience : I'll weary out thy most unfriendly cruelty : Lie at thy feet and kiss 'em , though they spurn
Till wounded by my sufferings thou relent,
Pier. Art thou not
Pier. A coward, a most scandalous coward, Spiritless , void of honour, one who has sold Thy everlasting and more, much more: my faults
life? Jaff, ,
are numberless. Pier. And would'st thou have me live on terms
like thine: Base as thou’rt false
Jaff. No; 'tis to me that's granted :
Pier. I scorn it more, because preserv'd by thet:
And as when first my foolish heart took pity
To rank thee in my list of noble friends :
stol'n : So I restore it back to thee again; Swearing by all those powers which thou hast
violated. Never from this curs'd hour to hold communion, Friendship, or interest with thee, tho’our years Were to exceed those limited the world. Take it--Farewel, for now I owe thee nothing.
Jaff. Say thou wilt live then.
Pier. For my life dispose of it
Jaff: Oh, Pierre !
Jaff. My eyes won't lose the sight of thee,
thee from me ; And curses , great as is thy falsehood, catch thee.
Edward and Warwick.
unless I ask
Edw. There was a time, perhaps, When Warwick more desir'd and more
War. Never; I've been a foolish , faithful slave; All my best years, the morning of my life, Hath been devoted to your service : what Are now the fruits ? Disgrace and infamy! My spotless name, which never yet the breath Ot calumny had tainted, made the mock For foreign fools to carp at:but 'tis fit Who trust in princes, should be thus rewarded. Edw. I thought, my lord, I had full well re
pay'd Your services with honours, wealth, and pow's Unlimited: thy all-directing hand Guided in secret ev'ry latent wheel Of
government, and mov'd the whole machine : Warwick was all in all, and pow’rless Edward Stood like a cypher in the great account. War. Who gave that typher worth , and seated
thee On England's throne? Thy undistinguish'd name Had rotted in the dust from whence it sprang, And moulder'd in oblivion, had not Warwick Dug
from its sordid mine the useless ore And stamp'd it with a diadem. Thou know'st This wretched country , doom'd, perhaps , like To fall by its own self-destroying hand, Tost for so many years in the rough sea Of civil discord, but for me had perish'd. In that distressful hour I seiz'd the helm, Bade the rough waves subside in peace, and steerd Your shatter'd vessel safe into the harbour. You may despise, perhaps, that useless aid Which you no longer want; but know, proud
youth! He who forgets a friend , deserves a foe,
Edw. Know too , reproach for benefits receiv'd Pays ev'iy debt, ani cincels obligation.
War. Why, that indeed is frugal honesty, A thrifty saving knowledge : when the debt A sponge will wipe out all, and cost you nothing. . Edw. When you have counted o'er the num’rous
couid none be found bat
on me? If I have broke my faith, and stain'd the name Of England, thank thy own pernicious counsels That urged me to it, and extorted from me A cold consent to what my heart abhor'd. War. I have been abus'd , insulted, and bea
tray'd; My injur'd honour cries aloud for vengeance Her wounds will never close !
Edw. These gusts of passion Will but inflame them: if I have been right Inform’d my lord, besides these dangerous scars Of bleeding honour, you have other wounds As deep, tho' not so fatal: such perhaps As none but fair Elizabeth can cure. War. Elizabeth!