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Yet with thy lantern light her home ; All you can apprehend within the house
Then look into the town, and tell

May be forthcoming. Do I appear much moved? If no such tradesmen there do well.

Beaum. No, sir. At the end of the song, BEAUMELLE within. Char. My griefs are now thus to be borne ;

Hereafter I'll find time and place to mourn. Beaumel. Ha! ha! 'tis such a groom.

(Exeunt. Char. Do I hear this, And yet stand doubtful? [Exit CHARALOIS.

SCENE III.- A Street.
Aymer. Stay him! I am undone,
And they discovered.

Enter Romont and PONTALIER.
Beaum. What's the matter?

Pont. I was bound to seek

you, sir. Aymer. Ah!

Rom. And, had you found me
That women, when they're pleased, cannot hold, In any place but in the street, I should
But must laugh out.

Have done, not talked to you. Are you the

capta in, Re-enter CHARALOIS, with his sword drawn, The hopeful Pontalier, whom I have seen

pursuing NovALL jun. BEAUMELLE, and Do in the field such service, as then made you BELLAPERT.

Their envy that commanded, here at home Nov. jun. Help! save me! murder! murder! To play the parasite to a gilded knave, Beaumel. Undone, undone for ever! And, it may be, the pander ? Char. Oh, my heart!

Pont. Without this, Hold yet a little

do not hope to 'scape I come to call you to account for what By fight, it is impossible. Though I might Is past already. I, by your example On all advantage take thy life, and justly,

of thankfulness to the dead general, This sword, my father's sword, that ne'er was By whom you were raised, have practised to be se drawn

To my good lord Novall, by whom I live; But to a noble purpose, shall not now

Whose least disgrace, that is or may be offered, Do the office of a hangman. I reserve it With all the hazard of my life and fortunes, To right mine honour, not for a revenge I will make good on you, or any man So poor, that though with thee it should cut off That has a hand in't: and, since you allow me Thy family, with all that are allied

A gentleman and a soldier, there's no doubt To thee in lust or baseness, 'twere still short of You will except against me. You shall meet All terms of satisfaction. Draw!

With a fair enemy: you understand Nov. jun. I dare not:

The right I look for, and must have? I have already done you too much wrong

Rom. I do; To fight in such a cause.

And with the next day's sun you shall hear from Char. Why, dar’st thou neither

[Excunt. Be honest coward, nor yet valiant knave? In such a cause! come, do not shame thyself; SCENE IV.-A Room in CHARALOIS' House, Such whose blood's wrongs, or wrong done to themselves,

Enter CHARALOIS with a casket, BEAUMELLE, Could never heat, are yet, in the defence

and BEAUMONT. Of their whores, daring. Look on her again : Char. Pray bear this to my father ; at luis leiYou thought her worth the hazard of your soul,

sure And yet stand doubtful, in her quarrel, to He may peruse it: But, with your best language, Venture your body.

Entreat his instant presence. You have sworn Beaum. No, he fears his clothes

Not to reveal what I have done. More than his Aesh.

Beuum. Nor will -butChar. Keep from me! Guard thy life,

Char. Doubt me not; by Heaven, I will do Or, as thou hast lived like a goat, thou shalt

nothing Die like a sheep

But what may stand with honour. Pray you, Nov. jun. Since there is no remedy,

leave me

[Exit BEAUMONT. Despair of safety now in me prove courage! To my own thouglits. If this be to me, rise : (They fight. Novall is slain.

[BEAUMEL. knæls. Char. How soon weak wrong's o'erthrown ! I am not worth the looking on, but only Lend me your hand;

To feed contempt and scorn; and that from you, Bearthistothecaroch-Come, you havetaught me Who with the loss of your fair name have caused it, To say, you must and shall:

Were too much cruelty.
[Exeunt BEAUMONT and BELLAPERT, with Beaumel. I dare not move you
the body of NovALL; followed by BEAUMELLE. To hear me speak. I know my fault is far
wrong you not,

Beyond qualification or excuse;
You are but to keep him company you love. That 'tis not fit for me to hope, or you

To think of mercy; only I presume
Re-enter BEAUMONT.

To entreat you would be pleased to look upon -Is't done? 'tis well. Raise officers, and take care, 'My sorrow for it, and believe these tears


go in.

I then

Are the true children of my grief,

But that, when I am dead, you will forgive me. And not a woman's cunning.

Char. How pity steals upon me! should I hear Chur. Can you, Beaumelle,


[Knocks within. Having deceived so great a trust as mine, But ten words more, I were lost.-One knocks, Though I were all credulity, hope again

(Exit BEAUMEL. To get belief? No, no; if you look on me That to be merciful should be a sin! With pity, or dare practise any means

Enter ROCHFORT. To make my sufferings less, or give just cause To all the world to think what I must do 0, sir, most welcome! Let me take your cloak, Was called upon by you, use other ways: I must not be denied.—Here are your robes; Deny what I have seen, or justify

As you love justice, once more put them on. What you have done; and, as you desperately There is a cause to be determined of, Made shipwreck of your faith, to be a whore, That does require such an integrity Use the arms of such a one, and such defence, As you have ever used.—I'll put you to And multiply the sin with impudence.

The trial of your constancy and goodness ; Stand boldly up, and tell me to my teeth, And look that you, that have been eagle-eyed That you have done but what is warranted In other men's affairs, prove not a mole By great examples, in all places where

In what concerns yourself. Take you your seat; Women inhabít; urge your own deserts, I will before you presently,

[Erit. Or want in me of merit; tell me how

Roch. Angels guard me! Your dower, from the low gulf of poverty, To what strange tragedy does this induction Weighed up my fortunes to what they now are: Serve for a prologue ? That I was purchased by your choice and prac- Enter CharalOIS, BEAUMELLE, and BEAU

tice To shelter you from shame, that you might sin MONT, with Servants bearing the body of NoAs boldly as securely; that poor men

VALL junior. Are married to those wives that bring them Char. So, set it down before wealth,

The judgment seat,—[ Ereunt Servants.) and One day their husbands, but observers ever.

stand you at the bar : That when, by this proud usage, you have blown For me, I am the accuser. The fire of my just vengeance to the height, Roch. Novall slain! may kill

you, and yet say, 'twas done And Beaumelle, my daughter, in the place In heat of blood, and after die myself,

Of one to be arraigned ! To witness my repentance.

Char. O, are you touched?
Beaumel. Ő


I find that I must take another course.
That never would consent that I should see

(He hoodwinks ROCHFORT. How worthy you were both of love and duty, Fear nothing; I will only blind your eyes, Before I lost you; and my misery made For justice should do so, when 'tis to meet The glass, in which I now behold your virtue ! An object, that may sway her equal doom While I was good I was a part of you,

From what it should be aimed at. Good my lord, And of two, by the virtuous harmony,

A day of hearing. Of our fair minds, made one; but, since I wan- Roch. It is granted, speak-You shall have dered

justice. In the forbidden labyrinth of lust,

Char. I then here accuse, inseparable is by me divided. Most equal judge, the prisoner, your fair daughter With justice, therefore, you may cut me off

, For whom I owed so much to you ; your daughter, And from your memory wash the remembrance So worthy in her own parts, and that worth That e'er I was; like to some vicious purpose, Set forth by yours, (to whose so rare perfections, Which, in your better judgment, you repent of,

Truth witness with me, in the place of seryice,

I almost paid idolatrous sacrifice,)
Char. O Beaumelle !

To be a false adultress,
you can speak so well, and do so ill !

Roch. With whom? But you had been too great a blessing, if

Chur. With this Novall, here dead.
You had continued chaste: See, how you force Roch. Be well advised,

And, ere you say adulteress again,
To this, because mine honour will not yield Her fame depending on it, be most sure
That I again should love you.

That she is one.
Beaumel. In this life

Char. I took them in the act:
It is not fit you should : Yet you shall find, I know no proof beyond it.
Though I was bold enough to be a strumpet, Roch. O my heart!
I dare not yet live one. Let those famed matrons, Char. A judge should feel no passions.
That are canonized worthy of our sex,

Roch. Yet, remember
Transcend me in their sanctity of life;

He is a man, and cannot put off nature. 1 yet will equal them in dying nobly,

What answer makes the prisoner? Ambitious of no honour after life,

Beaumel. I confess

What was

And study to forget.


him ;

The fact I am charged with, and yield myself Char. True, and did it by your doom.
Most miserably guilty.

Roch. But I pronounced it
Roch. Heaven take mercy

As a judge only, and a friend to justice, Upon your soul, then! It must leave your body. And, zealous in defence of your wronged honour, Now free mine eyes; I dare unmoved look on her, Broke all the ties of nature, and cast off, And fortity my sentence with strong reasons. The love and soft affection of a father.

(Char. unbinds his eyes. 1, in your cause, put on a scarlet robe Since that the politic law provides that servants, of red-dyed cruelty; but, in return, To whose care we commit our goods, shall die, You have advanced for me no flag of mercy. If they abuse our trust; what can you look for, I looked on you as a wronged husband; but To whose charge this most hopeful lord gave up You closed your eyes against me as a father. All he received from his brave ancestors, O Beaumelle! my daughter ! Or he could leave to his posterity,

Char. This is madness. His honour, wicked woman ! in whose safety Roch. Keep from me!-Could not one good All his life's joys and comforts were locked up,

thought rise up, Which thy hot lust, a thief, hath now stolen from To tell you that she was my age's comfort,

Begot by a weak man, and born a woman, And therefore

And could not, therefore, but partake of frailty? Char. Stay, just judge ;--may not what's lost Or wherefore did not thankfulness step forth, By her one fault (for I am charitable,

To urge my many merits, which I may and charge her not with many) be forgotten Object unto you, since you prove ungrateful, In her fair life hereafter ?

Flint-hearted Charalois ! Roch. Never, sir.

Char. Nature does prevail above your virtue. The wrong that's done to the chaste married bed Roch. No; it gives me eyes Repentant tears can never expiate;

To pierce the heart of your design against me : And be assured, to pardon such a sin,

I find it now, it was my state was aimed at. Is an offence as great as to commit it.

A nobler match was sought for, and the hours Char. I may not then forgive her?

I lived, grew tedious to you: my compassion Roch. Nor she hope it.

Towards you

hath rendered me most miserable, Nor can she wish to live: No sun shall rise, And foolish charity undone myself. But ere it set sball shew her ugly lust

But there's a heaven above, from whose just In a new shape, and every one more horrid.

wreak Nay, even those prayers, which with such humble No mists of policy can hide offenders. fervour

Nov. sen. [within.) Force ope the doors
She seems to send up yonder, are beat back;
And all suits which her penitence can proffer,

Enter NovALL sen, with Officers.
As soon as made, are with contempt thrown out O monster ! cannibal !
Of all the courts of mercy.

Lay hold on him. My son! my son O RochChar. Let her die, then. (He stabs her.

fort, Better prepared, I am sure, I could not take her, 'Twas you gave liberty to this bloody wolf, Nor she accuse her father as a judge,

To worry all our comforts :-But this is Partial against her.

No time to quarrel; now give your assistance Beaumel. I approve his sentence,

For the revenge.
And kiss the executioner: My lust

Roch. Call it a fitter name,
Is now run from me in that blood, in which Justice for innocent blood.
It was begot and nourished.

(Dies. Char. Though all conspire Roch. Is she dead, then?

Against that life which I am weary of, Char. Yes, sir, this is her heart-blood, is it a little longer yet I'll strive to keep it, not?

To shew, in spite of malice and their laws, I think it be.

His plea must speed, that hath an honest cause. Roch. And you have killed her?



My name in my lord's bond but for form only, SCENE I.

And now you'll lay me up for it. Do not think

The taking measure of a customer
Enter Tailor, and two Bailiffs with LILADAM. By a brace of varlets, though I rather wait
Lilad. Why, it is both most unconscionable Never so patiently, will prove a fashion
and untimely,

Which any courtier or inns-of-court-man
To arrest a gallant for his clothes, before

Would follow willingly. He has worn them out. Besides, you said you

Tail. There I believe you. asked

But, sir, I must have present monies, or


Assurance to secure me when I shall;

I yet could wish the justice, that you seek for Or I will see to your coming forth.

In the revenge, had been trusted to me, Lilad. Plague on it!

And not the uncertain issue of the laws: You have provided for my entrance in:

It has robbed me of a noble testimony That coming forth you talk of concerns me. Of what I durst do for him.-But, however, What shall I do? You have done me a disgrace My forfeit life redeemed by him, though dead, In the arrest, but more in giving cause

Shall do him service. To all the street to think I cannot stand

Nov. sen. As far as my grief Without these two supporters for my arms.

Will give me leave, I thank you. Pray you, let them loose me: For their satisfac- Lilud. O, my lord! tion

Oh, my good lord! deliver me from these fuI will not run away.

ries. Tail. For theirs you will not;

Pont. Arrested! This is one of them, whose But for your own you would. Look to him, fel.

base lows!

And abject flattery helped to dig his grave: Lilad. Why do you call them fellows ? Do He is not worth your pity, nor my anger.. not wrong

Go to the basket, and repent. Your reputation so. As you are merely

Nov. sen. Away! I only know now to hate A tailor, faithful, apt to believe in gallants,

thee deadly : You are a companion at a ten-crown supper I will do nothing for thee. For cloth of bodkin, and may with one lark Lilad. Nor you, captain ? Eat up three manchets, and no man observe you, Pont. No: to your trade again; put off this Or call your trade in question for it. But, when ou study your debt-book, and hold correspon- It may be, the discovering what you were dence

When your unfortunate master took you up, With officers of the hanger, and leave swords. May move compassion in your creditor. men,

Confess the truth. The learn'd conclude, the taylor and the serjeant, [Exeunt NoVALL sen. and PONTALIER. In the expression of a knave and thief,

Lilad. And, now I think on't better, To be synonyina. Look, therefore, to it, I will. Brother, your hand; your hand, sweet And let us part in peace; I would be loth

brother: You should undo yourself.

I am of your sect, and my gallantry but a dream,

Out of which these two fearful apparitions, Enter Old NOYALL and PONTALIER.

Against my will, have waked me. This rich

sword Were the next way. But, see! here's your old Grew suddenly out of a tailor's bodkin;

These hangers from my vails and fees in hell; Let him but give his word I shall be paid, And where as now this beaver fits, full often And you are free.

A thrifty cap, composed of broad-cloth lists, Lilad. 'Slid! I'll put him to it;

Near-kin unto the cushion where I sat I can be but denied: or—what say you? Cross-legged, and yet ungartered, hath been seen His lordship owing me three times your debt, Our breakfasts, famous for the buttered loaves, If you arrest him at my suit, and let me I have with joy been oft acquainted with; Go run before, to see the action entered, And therefore use a conscience, though it be 'Twould be a witty jest !

Forbidden in our hall towards other men, Tail. I must have earnest:

To me, that, as I have been, will again I cannot pay my debts so.

Be of the brotherhood.
Pont. Can your lordship

Officer. I know him now;
Imagine, while I live, and wear a sword, He was a 'prentice to Le Robe at Orleance.
Your son's death shall be unrevenged?

Lilad. And from thence brought by my young Nov. sen. I know not

lord, now dead, One reason why you should not do like others : Unto Dijon; and with him, till this hour, I am sure, of all the herd that fed upon him, Have been received here for a complete monI cann t see in any, now he's gone,

sieur : In pity or in thankfulness, one true siga Nor wonder at it; for, but tithe our gallants, Of sorrow for him.

Even those of the first rank, and you will find, Pont. All his bounties yet

In every ten, one, peradventure two, Fell not in such unthankful ground: 'Tis true, That smell rank of the dancing-school or fiddle, He had weaknesses, but such as few are free The pantofle or pressing.iron :-But hereafter

We'll talk of this. . I will surrender up And, though none soothed them less than I, (for My suits again; there cannot be much loss : now,

'Tis but the turning of the lace, with one To say that I foresaw the dangers that

Addition more you know of, and what wants Would rise from cherishing them, were but un- I will work out. timely,)

Tail. Then here our quarrel ends :

Tail. To let you go


from ;

The gallant is turned tailor, and all friends. Though they we too familiar I deserve them.

[Exeunt. And, knowing too what blood my sword hath

SCENE II.- The Court of Justice. In wreak of that disgrace, they yet forbear

To shake their heads, or to revile me for

A murderer ; they rather all put on
Rom. You have them ready?

(As for great losses the old Romans used) Beaum. Yes; and they will speak

A general face of sorrow, waited on Their knowledge in this cause, when thou think'st By a sad murmur, breaking through their silence, fit

And no eye but was readier with a tear To have them called upon.

To witness 'twas shed for me, than I could Rom. 'Tis well; and something

Discern a face made up with scorn against me. I can add to their evidence, to prove

Why should I, then, though for unusual wrongs This brave revenge, which they would have called I chose unusual means to right those wrongs, murder,

Condemn myself, as over partial A noble justice.

In my own cause ?-Romont ! Beaum. In this you express

Rom. Best friend, well met! (The breach, by my lord's want of you, new made By my heart's love to you, and join to that, up)

My thankfulness that still lives to the dead, A faithful friend.

I look upon you now with more true joy,
Rom. That friendship's raised on sand, Than when I saw you married.
Which every sudden gust of discontent,

Char. You have reason
Or flowing of our passions, can change, To give you warrant for it. My falling off
As if it ne'er had been :-But do you know From such a friendship, with the scorn that an-
Who are to sit on him?

swered Beaum: Monsieux Du Croy,

Your too prophetic counsel, may well more you Assisted by Charmi.

To think your meeting me, going to my death, Rom. The advocate,

A fit encounter for that hate, which justly That pleaded for the marshal's funeral,

I have deserved from you. And was checked for it by Novall?

Rom. Shall I still, then, Beaum. The same.

Speak truth, and be ill understood ? Rom. How fortunes that?

Char. You are not. Beaum. Why, sir, my lord Novall,

I'm conscious I have wronged you; and allow me Being the accuser, cannot be the judge; Only a moral man, to look on you, Nor would grieved Rochfort, but lord Charalois Whom foolishly I have abused and injured, (However lie might wrong him by his power) Must of necessity be more terrible to me, Should have an equal hearing.

Than any death the judges can pronounce Rom. By my hopes

From the tribunal which I am to plead at. Of Charalois' acquittal, I lament

Rom. Passion transports you. That reverend old man's fortune.

Char. For what I have done Beaum. Had you seen him,

To my false lady, or Novall, I can As to my grief I have, now promise patience, Give some apparent cause ; but touching you, And ere it was believed, though spake by him In my detence, childlike, I can say nothing That never brake his word, enraged again But, I am sorry for it; a poor satisfaction! So far as to make war upon those hairs,

And yet, mistake me not; for it is more Which not a barbarous Scythian durst presume Than I will speak, to have my pardon signed To touch, but with a superstitious fear,

For all I stand accused of. As something sacred;-and then curse his daugh- Rom. You much weaken ter,

The strength of your good cause, should you but But with more frequent violence himself,

think, As if he had been guilty of her fault,

A man for doing well could entertain By being incredulous of your report,

A pardon, were it offered. You have given You would not only judge him worthy pity, To blind and slow-paced justice wings and eyes, But suffer with him. But here comes the priso- To see and overtake impieties, ner;

Which from a cold proceeding had received

Indulgence or protection.
Enter Officers, with CHARALOIS.

Char. Think you so?
I dare not stay to do my duty to him;

Rom. Upon my soul! nor should the blood Yet, rest assured, all possible means in me

you challenged, To do him service, keeps you company.

And took to cure your honour, breed more Rom, It is not doubted. [Erit BEAUMONT.

scruple Char. Why, yet, as I came hither,


your soft conscience, than if your sword The people, apt to mock calamity,

Had been sheathed in a tyger or she-beár, And tread on the oppressed, made no horns at That in their bowels would have made your tomb. me,

To injure innocence is more than murder:

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