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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 fcorn it, Sir,-Elizabeth hath charms,
And I have equal right with you to admire them :
Nor see I onght 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 falfe!
You knew .i all, and meanly took occasion,
Whilft I was busy in the noble office
Your grace thought fit to honour me withal,
To tamper with a weak unguarded woman,
To bribe her paffions high, and bafely 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

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With specious lustre, lent but to betray':
You had it, Sir, and hold it—from the people.

Edw. And therefore do I prize it ; I wou'd guard
Their liberties, and they shall itrengthen mine ;
But when proud faction, and her rebel crew,
Infult their fov'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 soon,
If 1 mistake not, 't will be needful ; try
Their boasted 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 master
And will be fo : the king, who delegates
His pow'r to others’ 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
Unpunish'd yet.

Edw. Nor he who threaten'd Edward
You may repent it, Sir,-my guards there-feize
This traitor, and convey him to the Tow'r,
There let him learn obedience.

EARL OF WARWICK.

CH A P.

С НА Р.

XII.

ORLANDO

A NĐ

AD A M.

ORLA. WHO's there?

ORLA. HO's there?

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 yon gentle, strong, and valiant ?
Why would you be so fond to overcome

The bony priser of the humorous Duke?
Your praise is come too swiftly home hefore

you.
Know you not, master, to some kind of men
Their
graces

serve them but as enemies?
No 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
Envenoms 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 son,-
Yet not the son ; I will not call him for
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 fails 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, wouldft thou have me go?
Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here.

Orla. What would’At 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
Ofa diverted blood, and bloody brother.

ADAM. But do not fo ; I have five hundred crowns,
The thirfty 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 throw :
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 lusty ;
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;
Nor did I with unbashful forehead woo
The means of weakness and debility ;
Therefore my age

is as a lufty 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 thee appears
The constant service of the antique world ;
When service sweet for duty, not for meed !

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Though ar: 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 so much as a blossom yield,
In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry.
But come thy ways, we'll go along together ;
Andere 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 gafp, with truth and loyalty :
From seventeen years till now, almost fourscore,
Herelived 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 recompence me better
Than to die well, and not my master's debtor.

SHAKESPEAABA

CHA P. XIII.

SCROOP

A N D

RICHARD

SCROOP. ORE health and happiness betide my Liege,

VThan can my care-tun'd tongue deliver him! K. Rich. Mine ear is open, and my heart prepar'd ; The worst is wordly loss thou canst unfold. Say, is my kingdom loft? Why, 'twas my care ; And what loss is it, to be rid of care ? Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we? Greater he ihall not be ; if he serve God, We'll serve him too, and be his fellow fo.

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