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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 god-like 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, ..
Whilst I was bufy'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 basely 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, glitt'ring in the crown

With specious lustre, lent but to betray.
You had it, fir, and hold it--from the people.

Epw. 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 boafted 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 rul'd me with a rod of iron;
But henceforth know, proud peer, I am thy maker,
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 pafs’d
Unpunith'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.

CH A P.

: CH A P. XII. ORLANDO AND ADAM. ·

Orla. W HO's there?

V ADAM. What! my young master? Oh

my gentle master,
Oh, my sweet master, 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 so fond to overcome
The bony priser of the humourous 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 ?
Nor more do your's; your virtues, gentle master,
Are sanctified 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 fon,
Yet not the son ; 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 but 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'st thou have me go and beg my food?
Or with a base and boisterous sword enforce
A thievish living on the common road ?
This must I 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 so; I have five hundred crowns, The thrifty hire I fav'd under your father, Which I did store, to be my foster-nurse When service should in my old limbs lie lame, 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 lufty; For in my youth I never did apply | Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did I with unbalhful 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 there 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 fo 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. Master, 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.

KESPEAR,

CH A P. XIII. L. SCROOP AND RICHARD. Scroop. M ORE health and happiness betide my Liege,

1 Than can my care-tun'd tongụe deliver him! K. Rich. Mine ear is open, and my heart prepar'd; The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold. Say, is my kingdom lost? Why, 'twas my care ; And what loss is it, to be rid of care ? Strives Boli gbroke to be as great as we } Greater he shall not be ; if he serve God, We'll serve him too, and be his fellow fo. Bb

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