Fond of its goal, and labouring to be at thee; What fhall I do? what say to make thee hear me? PIER. Haft thou not wrong'd me? dar'ft thou call thyself That once lov'd valu'd friend of mine, And fwear thou haft 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 The council have propos'd: thou and thy friend PIER. Life! afk my life! confefs! record myself And carry up and down this curfed city To lofe it, may be at laft, in a lewd quarrel For fome new friend, treacherous and falfe as thou art! No, this vile world and I have long been jangling, 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 thyfelf at leaft 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; Trea Tread on me, buffet me, heap wrongs on wrongs JAFF. What? PIER. A traitor? JAFF. Yes. PIER. A villian ? JAFF. Granted. PIER. A coward, a moft fcandalous coward, Spiritlefs, void of honour, one who has fold Thy everlasting fame for fhameless life? 7 JAFF. All, all, and more, much more: my faults are numberlefs. PIER. And would'st 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. Ifcorn it more, becaufe preferv'd by thee; And as when firft my foolish heart took pity Of wretchedness, in which thy fate had plung'd thee, Given with a worthlets pledge thou fince haft ftol'n : Swearing by all those powers which thou hast violated, Take it Farewel, for now I owe thee nothing. PIER. For my life, dispose of it Juft 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 languish 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. WAR. Behold him here; No welcome gueft, it seems, unless I ask Admiffion here. EDW. There was a time, perhaps, When Warwick, more defir'd, and more—deferv'd it. All my best years, the morning of my life, Hath Hath been devoted to your service: what Who trust in princes, fhould be thus rewarded. EDW. I thought, my lord, I had full well repay'd 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 : Toft for so many years in the rough sea In that diftreisful hour I feiz'd the helm, Bade the rough waves subside in peace, and steer'd You may defpife, perhaps, that useless aid Edw. Know too, reproach for benefits receiv'd A thrifty A thrifty faving knowledge: when the debt A fponge will wipe out all, and coft you nothing. Epw. When have counted o'er the numerous train you Of mighty gifts your bounty lavish'd on me, You may remember next the injuries Which I have done you; let me know them all, And I will make you ample fatisfaction. WAR. Thou canst not thou haft robb'd me of a jewel It is not in thy power to restore : I was the first, shall future annals say, - That haunt your court, cou'd none be found but Warwick, To be the shameless herald of a lie? EDW. And wouldst thou turn the vile reproach on me? If I have broke my faith, and ftain'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! EDW. These gufts of paffion, Will but inflame them; if I have been right As |