Fond of its goal, and labouring to be at thee; What shall I do? what fay to make thee hear me ? PIER. Haft 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 moment! Whence this dishonour, but from thee, thou false one? JAFF. All's true; yet grant one thing; and I've done afking. PIER. What's that? JAFF. To take thy life on fuch conditions For fome new friend, treacherous and falfe as thou art! And cannot part on better terms than now, When only men like thee are fit to live in't. PIER. Swear by fome other powers, For thou haft broken that facred oath too lately. JAFF. Then by that hell I merit, I'll not leave thee, 'Till to thy felf at least thou'rt reconcil'd, However thy refentment deal with me. PIER. Not leave me ! JAFF. No; thou shalt not force me from thee; Ufe me reproachfully, and like a flave ; Tread Tread on me, buffet me, heap wrongs on wrongs JAFF. What? PIER. A traitor? JAFF. Yes. PIER. A villain? JAFF. Granted. PIER. A coward, a most scandalous coward, Spiritlefs, void of honour, one who has fold Thy everlasting fame for fhameless life? JAFF. All, all, and more, much more: my faults are numberlefs. PIER. And would it thou have me live on terms like thine; Bafe as thou'rt falfe JAFF. No; 'tis to me that's granted: The fafety of thy life was all I aim'd at, In recompence for faith and truft fo broken. PIER. I fcorn it more, because preserv'd by thee:: On thy misfortunes, fought thee in thy miferies, All I receiv'd, in furety for thy truth, Were unregarded oaths, and this, this dagger, Swearing by all thofe powers which thou haft violated, Take it Farewel, for now I owe thee nothing.. PIER. For my life, difpofe of it Jut as thou wilt, becaufe 'tis what I'm tir'd with.. PIER. No more. JAFF. My eyes won't lofe the fight of thee, But languifh after thine, and ache with gazing. PIER. Leave me--Nay, then thus, thus I throw thee from me; And curfes, great as is thy falfehood, catch thee. CHAP. VENICE PRESERVED.. XI.. EDWARD AND. WARWICK.. EDW. L ET me have no intruders; above all,. Enter WARWICK. WAR. Behold him here;. No welcome gueft, it feems, unless I ask Eow. There was a time, perhaps, When Warwick more defir'd, and more--deferv'd it. All my beft years, the morning of my life, Hath Hath been devoted to your service: what Who truft in princes, should be thus rewarded. EDW. I thought, my lord, I had full well repay'ch Your fervices with honours, wealth, and pow'r Unlimited thy all-directing hand Guided in fecret ev'ry latent wheel Of government, and mov'd the whole machine :: WAR. Who gave that cypher worth, and feated thee Toft for fo many years in the rough sea In that diftrefsful hour I feiz'd the helm, Bade the rough waves subside in peace, and fleer'd. You may defpife, perhaps, that useless aid Which you no longer want; but know, proud youth, EDW. Know too, reproach for benefits receiv'd A thrifty A thrifty faxing knowledge: when the debt A fponge will wipe out all, and coft you nothing. EDW. When you have counted o'er the numerous train Of mighty gifts your bounty lavifh'd on me, You may remember next the injuries Which I have done you; let me know them all, WAR. Thou canst not: thou hast robb’d me of a jewel It is not in thy power to reftore: I was the first, shall future annals fay, That broke the facred bond of public trust That haunt your court, cou'd none be found but Warwick, Epw. And wouldst thou turn the vile reproach on me? If I have broke my faith, and stain’d the name Of England, thank thy own pernicious counfels That urg'd me to it, and extorted from me A cold confent to what my heart abhorr'd. WAR. I have been abus'd, infulted, and betray'd'; My injur'd honour cries aloud for vengeance, Her wounds will never clofe! Enw. Thefe gufts of paffion, Will but inflame them; if I have been right |