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Was generous, honest, faithful, just, and valliant,
Jaff. I have not wrong'd thee; by these tears I
these chains ? Whence the vile death which I may meet this mo..
Pier. Life! ask my life! confess! record myself
Tread on me,
To lose it, may be at last, in a lewd quarrel
Jaff. By all that's just
powers, For thou hast broken that sacred oath too lately.
Jaff. Then hy that hell I merit, I'll not leave Till to thyself at least thou’rt reconcild, However thy resentment deal with me.
Pier. Not leave me !
buffet heap wrong on wrongs
Pier. Art thou not
Pier. A coward, a most scandalous coward,
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 : The safety of thy life was all
I aim'd at, In
recompence for faith and trust so broken. Pier. I scorn it more, because preserv'd by thee:
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
violaied. 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, But languish after thine , and ache with gazing. Pier. Leave me. -Nay, then thus, thus I throw
thee from me; And curses , great as is thy falsehood, catch thee.
CH A P. X I.
Edward and Warwick.
Edw. Let me have no intruders! above all,
unless I ask
it seems ,
Edw. There was a time, perhaps , When Warwick more desir'd and more- -desert'd
it. 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 Of 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'r 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 cypher 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 receivd Pays ev'iy debt, ani cincels obligation.
War. Why, that indeed is frugal honesty, A thrifty saving knowledge : when the debt Grows burthensome and cannot be discharg'd, A sponge will wipe out all, and cost you nothing. Edw. When you have counted o'er the num'rous
could none be found but
? If I have broke my faith, and staind 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 alond 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!