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And, by the virtue of thy name writ there,
That part of me shall never putrefy,

When I am lost in all my other dust.
Adm. You too much honour your poor servant, sir;

My heart despairs so rich a monument,

But when it dies-
King. I would not hear a sound
Of any thing that trenched


He speaks the funeral of my crown, that prophesies
So unkind a fate : we 'll live and die together.
And by that duty, which hath taught you hitherto
All loyal and just services, I charge thee,
Preserve thy heart for me, and thy reward,

Which now shall crown thy merits.
Adm. I have found

A glorious harvest in your favour, sir;
And by this overflow of royal grace,

my deserts are shadows and fly from me:
I have not in the wealth of my desires

Enough to pay you now-
King. Express it in some joy then.
Adm. I will strive

To show that pious gratitude to you, but
King. But what?
Adm. My frame hath lately, sir, been taken to pieces,

And but now put together; the least force
Of mirth will shake and unjoint all my reason.

Your patience, royal sir.
King. I'll have no patience,

If thou forget the courage of a man. Adm. My strength would flatter me. King. Physicians,

Now I begin to fear his apprehension.

Why how is Chabot's spirit fallen ?
Adm. Who would not wish to live to serve your goodness ?

Stand from me. You betray me with your fears.
The plummets may fall off that hang upon
My heart, they were but thoughts at first; or if
They weigh me down to death, let not my eyes

Close with another object than the king.
King. In a prince

What a swift executioner is a frown,

Especially of great and noble souls !

How is it with my Philip ? Adm. I must beg

One other boon.
King. Upon condition

My Chabot will colleet his scatter'd spirits,
And be himself again, he shall divide

My kingdom with me.
Adm. I observe

A fierce and killing wrath engender'd in you;

my sake, as you wish me strength to serve you,
Forgive your chancellor'; let not the story
Of Philip Chabot, read hereafter, draw
A tear from any family; I beseech
Your royal mercy on his life, and free
Remission of all seizure


his state. I have no comfort else. King. Endeavour

But thy own health ; and pronounce general pardon

To all through France.
Adm. Sir, I must kneel to thank you;
It is not seal'd else. Your blest hand: live happy,


trust have no less faith than Chabot. 0!

[Dies. Wife. His heart is broken. Father. And kneeling, sir;

As his ambition were in death to show
The truth of his obedience.

May all


SEBASTIANO invites ANTONIO to Avero Castle.

Seb. The noble courtesies I have received

At Lisbon, worthy friend, so much engage me,

That I must die indebted to your worth, 1 Chabot's accuser.

2 Shirley claims a place amongst the worthies of this period, not so much for any transcendent genius in himself, as that he was the last of a great race, all of whom spoke nearly the same language, and had a set of moral feelings and notions in common. A new language and quite a new turn of tragic and comic interest came in with the Restoration.

Unless you mean to accept what I have studied,
Although but partly, to discharge the sum

Due to your honour'd love.
Ant. How now, Sebastiano, will you forfeit

The name of friend, then ? I did bope our love

Had out-grown compliment.
Seb. I spake my thoughts ;

My tongue and heart are relatives; I think
I have deserved no base opinion from you;
I wish not only to perpetuate
Our friendship, but to exchange that common name

Of friend for
Ant. What? take heed, do not profane:

Wouldst thou be more than friend ? it is a name
Virtue can only answer to: couldst thou
Unite into one all goodness whatsoe'er
Mortality can boast of, thou shalt find
The circle narrow-bounded to contain
This swelling treasure; every good admits
Degrees, but this being so good, it cannot:
For he is no friend is not superlative.
Indulgent parents, brethren, kindred, tied
By the natural flow of blood, alliances,
And what you can imagine, is too light
To weigh with name of friend: they execute
At best but what a nature prompts them to;
Are often less than friends, when they remain

Our kinsmen still: but friend is never lost.
Seb. Nay then, Antonio, you mistake; I mean not

To leave off friend, which, with another title,
Would not be lost. Come then, I'll tell

I would be friend and brother : thus our friendship
Shall, like a diamond set in gold, not lose
His sparkling, but show fairer: I have a pair
Of sisters, which I would commend, but that
I might seem partial, their birth and fortunes
Deserving noble love; if thou be'st free
From other fair engagement, I would be proud
To speak them worthy: come, shalt go and see them.
I would not beg them suitors; fame hath spread
Through Portugal their persons, and drawn to Avero
Many affectionate gallants.


Ant. Catalina and Berinthia.
Seb. The same.
Ant. Report speaks loud their beauties, and no less

Virtue in either. Well, I see you strive
To leave no merit where you mean to honour.
I cannot otherwise escape the censure
Of one ungrateful, but by waiting on you

Home to Avero.
Seb. You shall honour me,

And glad my noble father, to whom you are
No stranger; your own worth before hath been

Sufficient preparation.
Ant. Ha!

I have not so much choice, Sebastiano :
But if one sister of Antonio's
May have a commendation to your thoughts,
(I will not spend much art in praising her,
Her virtue speak itself) I shall be happy;
And be confirm'd your brother, though I miss

Acceptance at Avero.
Seb. Still you outdo me. I could never wish

My service better placed. At opportunity
I'll visit you at Elvas; in the mean time
Let's haste to Avero, where with you I'll bring
My double welcome, and not fail to second

Any design.
Ant. You shall teach me a lesson

Against we meet at Elvas castle, sir.


Vil. Old Gaspar's house is honour'd by such guests.

Now, by the tomb of my progenitors,
I envied that your fame should visit me
So oft without your person. Sebastiano
Hath been long happy in your noble friendship,
And cannot but improve himself in virtues,
That lives so near your love.—You shall dishonour me,
Unless you think yourself as welcome here
As at

Elvas castle. Villarezo
Was once as you are, sprightly; and though I say it,
Maintain'd my father's reputation,

And honour of our house, with actions
Worthy our name and family: but now
Time hath let fall cold snow upon my hairs,
Plough'd on my brows the furrows of his anger,
Disfurnish'd me of active blood, and wrapp'd me
Half in my oerecloth, yet I have a mind
That bids me honour virtue, where I see it

Bud forth and spring so hopefully.
Ant. You speak all nobleness, and encourage me

To spend the greenness of my rising years
So to the advantage, that at last I may

Be old like you.
Vil. Daughters, speak his welcome.
ANTONIO loves and is beloved by BERINTHIA, the younger sister. CATA-

LINA the elder is jealous, and plots to take off her sister by poison.
ANTONIO rescues BERINTHIA from the vindictive jealousy of her sister,
and carries her off to Elvas Castle; where his sister CASTABELLA and
his cousin VILLANDRAS welcome her.

SFORZA, a domestic.
Ant. The welcomest guest that ever Elvas had.

Sister-Villandras-you are not sensible
What treasure you possess. I have no loves,

I would not here divide.
Cast. Indeed, inadam,

You are as welcome here as e'er my mother was.
Vill. And you are here as safe,

As if you had an army for your guard.
Nor think


noble cousin meaneth you
Any dishonour here.
Ant. Dishonour! 'tis a language

I never understood yet. Throw off your fears,
Berinthia, you are in the power of him,
That dares not think the least dishonour to you.-

Come, be not sad.
Cast. Put on fresh blood; you are not cheerful; how do you?
Ber. I know not how, nor what to answer you;

Your loves I cannot be ungrateful to;
You are my best friends I think, but yet I know not

With what consent you brought my body hither.
Ant. Can you be ignorant what plot was laid

To take your fair life from you ?

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