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Should be avoided than infectious air,
It is not now to be disputed; therefore The loathed embraces of diseased women, To my own cause. Already I have found A fatterer's poison, or the loss of honour. Your lordships bountiful in your favours to me : Yet, rather than my father's reverend dust And that should teach my modesty to end here, Shall want a place in that fair monument, And press your loves no farther. In which our noble ancestors lie entombed, Dù Croy. There is nothing Before the court I offer up myself
The court can grant, but with assurance you A prisoner for it. Load me with those irons May ask it, and obtain it. That have worn out his life: in my best strength Roch. You encourage a bold petitioner, and I'll run to the encounter of cold hunger,
'tis not fit And chuse my dwelling where no sun dares enter, Your favours should be lost. Besides, it has been So he may be released.
A custom many years, at the surrendering 1 Cred. What mean you, sir?
The place I now give up, to grant the president 2 Advo. Only your fee again : There's so much One boon that parted with it. And, to confirm said
Your grace towards me, against all such as may Already in this cause, and said so well,
Detract my actions and lite hereafter, That, should I only offer to speak in it,
I now prefer it to you. I should not be heard, or laughed at for it. Du Croy. Speak it freely. 1 Cred. 'Tis the first money advocate e'er gave Roch. I then desire the liberty of Romont, back,
And that my lord Novall, whose private wrong 'Though he said nothing.
Was equal to the injury that 'was done Roch. Be advised, young lord,
To the dignity of the court, will pardon it, And well considerate; you throw away
And now sign his enlargement. Your liberty and joys of life together :
Nov. sen. Pray you demand Your bounty is employed upon a subject The moiety of my estate, or any thing That is not sensible of it, with which a wise man Within my power but this. Never abused his goodness; the great virtues Roch. Am I denied then—my first and last reOf your dead father vindicate themselves From these men's malice, and break ope the prison, Du Croy. It inust not be. Though it contain his body.
2 Pre. I have a voice to give in it. Nov. sen. Let him alone :
3 Pre. And I. If he love cords, a God's name, let him wear them, And, if persuasion will not work him to it, Provided these consent.
We will make known our power. Char. I hope they are not
Nov sen. You are too violent; So ignorant in any way of profit,
You shall have my consent. But would you had As to neglect a possibility
Made trial of my love in any thing To get their own, hy seeking it from that But this, you should have found then-But it Which can return them nothing but ill fame,
skills not. And curses for their barbarous cruelties.
You have what desire. 3 Cred. What think you of the offer?
Roch. I thank your lordships. 2 Cred. Very well.
Du Croy. The court is up - Make way. 1 Cred. Accept it by all means: Let us shut [Exeunt all but Rochfort and Beaumont.
Roch. I follow you-Beaumont !
Roch. You are a scholar, Beaumont, As I dare alınost swear he loves a wench, And can search deeper into the intents of men, We have no wives, nor ever shall get daughters, Than those that are less knowing. How appeared That will hold out against him.
The piety and brave behaviour of Du Croy. What's your answer?
Young Charalois to you? 2 Cred. Speak you for all.
Beuum. It is my wonder, 1 Cred. Why, let our executions,
Since I want language to express it fully; That lic upon the father, be returned
And sure the colonel Upon the son, and we release the body.
Roch. Fie ! he was fanlty. What present Nov. sen. The court must grant you that.
money have I? Char. I thank your lordships ;
Beaum. There is no want They have in it contirined on me such glory,
any sum a private man has use for. As no time can take from me. I am ready:
Roch. 'Tis well:
Methinks, from his example, the whole age [Erit Charalois, Creditors, and Officers. Should learn to be good, and continue so. Nov. sen. Strange rashness.
Virtue works strangely with us; and his goodness, Roch. A brave resolution rather,
Rising above his fortune, seems to me, Worthy a better fortune : but, however, Prince-like, to will, not ask a courtesy. (E.reunt.
Enter funeral. The body borne by four. Captains
and soldiers, mourners, 'scutcheons, &c. in very Enter PONTALIER, Malotin and BEAUMONT.
good order. Charalors and Romont meet Malot. 'Tis strange.
it. Charalois speaks. Romont weeping. SoBeaum. Methinks so.
lemn musick. Three creditors. Pont. In a man but young,
Char. How like a silent stream shaded with Yet old in judgment; theorick and practick,
night, In all humanity, and (to increase the wonder) And gliding softly with our windy sighs, Religious, yet a soldier, that he should
Moves the whole frame of this solemnity: Yield his free-living youth a captive, for
Tears, sighs and blacks filling the simile! The freedom of his aged father's corpse, Whilst I, the only murmur in this grove And rather chuse to want life's necessaries, Of death, thus hollowly break forth !—Vouchsafe Liberty, hope of fortune, than it should
To stay awhile.—Rest, rest in peace, dear earth! In death be kept from christian cerernuny. Thou that broughtest rest to their unthankful
Malot. Come, 'tis a golden precedent in a son lives, To let strong Nature have the better hand, Whose cruelty denied thee rest in death: (In such a case) of all affected reason.
Here stands thy poor executor, thy son, What years sit on this Charalois ?
That makes his life prisoner to bail thy death : Beaum. Twenty-eight;
Who gladlier puts on this captivity, For since the clock did strike him seventeen old, Than virgins, long in love, their wedding weeds: Under his father's wing this son hath fought, Of all that ever thou hast done good to, Served and commanded, and so aptly both, These only have good memories; for they That sometimes he appeared his father's father, Remember best, forget not gratitude. And never less than his son; the old man's virtues I thank you for this last and friendly love ; So recent in him as the world may swear, And though this country, like a viperous mother, Nought but a fair tree could such fair fruit bear. Not only hath eat up ungratefully Pont. But wherefore lets he such a barbarous All means of thee her son, but last thyself, law,
Leaving thy heir so bare and indigent, And men more barbarous to execute it,
He cannot raise thee a poor monument, Prevail on his soft disposition,
Such as a flatterer or an usurer hath, That he had rather die alive for debt
Thy worth, in every honest breast, builds one, Of the old man in prison, than they should Making their friendly hearts thy funeral stone. Rob him of sepulture, considering
Pont. Sir! These monies borrowed bought the lenders peace, Char. Peace ! O peace ! This scene is wholly And all their means they enjoy, nor was diffused
mine. In any impious or licentious path?
What! Weep ye, soldiers?-Blanch not. Romont Beaum. True! for my part, were it
Ha! let me see! my miracle is eased : The tyrannous ram-heads with their horns should | The jailors and the creditors do weep:
E'en they, that make us weep, do weep themOr cast it to their curs, than they less currish,
selves. Ere prey on me so, with their lion-law,
Be these thy body's balm : These and thy virtue Being in my free will (as in his) to shun it. Keep thy fame ever odoriferous,
Pont. Alas! he knows himself in poverty lost: Whilst the great, proud, rich, undeserving man, For in this partial avaricious age
Alive, stinks in his vices, and, being vanished, What price bears honour? virtue? Long ago The golden calf that was an idol, decked It was but praised and freezed, but now-a-days With marble pillars, jet and porphyry, Tis colder far, and has nor love nor praise; Shall quickly both in bone and name consume, Very praise now freezeth too: For nature Though wrapt in lead, spice, searcloth and perDid make the heathen far more christian then,
fuine. Than knowledge us (less heathenish) christian. 1 Cred. Sir! Malot. This morning is the funeral.
Char. What !-Away, for shame! your tears, Pont. Certainly.
prophane rogues ! And from this prison 'twas the son's request, Must not be mingled with these holy relicks : That his dear father might interment have. This is a sacrifice-Our shower shall crown
[Recorders Music. His sepulchre with olive, myrrh and bays, See the young son enters alive the grave. The plants of peace, of sorrow, victory;
Beaum. They come--Observe their order. Your tears would spring but weeds.
1 Cred. Would they so?
Charm bulls, bears, and men more savage,to be mute. We'll keep them to stop bottles then.
Weak foolish singer, here is one Rom. No, keep them for your own sins, you
Would have transformed thyself to stone. rogues, Till you repent; you'll die else, and be damned. 1 Cred. No farther! look to them at
your 2 Cred. Damned, ha! ha! ha!
peril. Rom. Laugh ye?
2 Cred. No, as they please :-Tlitir traster's a 2 Cred: Yes, faith, sir; we would be very glad good man. To please you either way.
I would they were at the Bermudas. 1 Cred. You are never content,
Juilor. You must no farther. Crying nor laughing.
The prison limits you, and the creditors Rom. Both with a birth, ye rogues:
Exact the strictness. 2 Cred. Our wives, sir, taught us.
Rom: Oat, you wolfish mongrels ! Rom. Look, look, you slaves! your thankless Whose brains should be knocked out, like dogs cruelty,
in July, And savage manners of unkind Dijon,
Lest your infection poison a whole town. Exhaust these floods, and not his father's death. Char. They grudge our sorrow:-Your ill wills, 1 Cred. 'Slid, sir! what would you, you're so perforce, cholerick !
Turn now to charity : They would not have us 2 Cred. Most soldiers are so, in faith.--Let Walk too far mourning; usurers relief him alone.
Grieves if the debtors have too much of grief. They've little else to live on; we have not had
[Ereunt. A penny of him, have we?
SCENE II. 3 Cred: ’Slight, would you have our hearts? 1 Cred. We have nothing but his body here in Enter BEAUMELLE, FLORIMEL, and BELLAPERTA durance,
on one side, und Novall, jun. PontaliER, For all our money.
Malotin, Liladan, and Aïmer, on the other. Priest. On.
Nov. jun. Best day to nature's curiosity, Char, One moment more,
Star of Dijon, the lustre of all France ! But to bestow a few poor legacies,
Perpetual spring dwell on thy rosy cheeks, All I have left in my dead father's right, Whose breath is perfume to our continent; And I have done. Captain, wear thou these See Flora trimmed in her varieties. spurs,
Bella. Oh divine lord ! That yet ne'er made his horse run from a foe. Nov. jun. No autumn nor no age ever apo Lieutenant, thou this scarf; and may it tie
proach Thy valour and thy honesty together :
This heavenly piece, which nature having wrought; For so it did in hini. Ensign, this cuirass, She lost her needle, and did then despair Your general's necklace once. You gentle bearers, Ever to work so lively and so fair. Divide this purse of gold: This other strew Lilad. Uds-light, iny lord, one of the purls of Among the poor.—'Tis all I have. Romont, Wear thou this medal of himself, that like Is, without all discipline, fallen out of his rank. A hearty oak, grew'st close to this tall piné, Nov. jun. How? I would not for a thousand (E’en in the wildest wilderness of war)
crowns she had seen it. Dear Liladam, reform it. Whereon foes broke their swords, and tired them- Bella. Oh lord! Per se, lord ! Quintessence selves;
of honour! she walks not under a weed that could Wounded and hacked ye were, but never felled. deny thee any thing. For me, my portion provide in heaven:
. Prythee peace, wench! thou dost bul My root is earthed, and I, a desolate branch, blow the fire that flames too much already. Left scattered in the highway of the world;
(Liladum and Aymer trim Novall, whilst Trod under foot, that might have been a column
Bellapert her lady. Mainly supporting our demolished house,
Aymer. By gad, my lord, you have the divinest This would I wear as my inheritance.
taylor in Christendom; he hath made you look And what hope can arise to me from it, like an angel in your cloth of tissue doublet. When I and it are here both prisoners ?
Pont. This is a three-legged lord : There is a Only may this, if ever we be free,
fresh assault. Oh! that men should spend time Keep or redeem me from all infamy.
thus !-See, see how her blood drives to her heart,
and strait vaults to her cheeks again. SONG.
Malot. What are these?
Pont. One of them there, the lower, is a good, Fie! cease to wonder !
foolish, knavish, sociable gallimaufry of a man, Though you hear Orpheus, with his ivory lute, and has much caught my lord with singing; he is Move trees and rocks,
master of a music house. The other is his dres
sing block, upon whom my lord lays all his cloaths Roch. 'Tis well. and fashions, ere he vouchsafes them his own Beaumel
. My father! person; you shall see him in the morning in the Nov. jun. My honourable lord! galley-foíst, at noon in the bullion, in the evening Roch. My lord Novall! this is a virtue in you, in Querpo, and all night in
So early up and ready before noon, Malot. A bawdy-house.
That are the map of dressing through all France ! Pont. If my lord deny, they deny; if he af- Nov.Jun. I rise to say my prayers, sir, here's firm, they affirm: They skip into my lord's cast
my saint. skins some twice a year; and thus they live to Roch. 'Tis well and courtly ;--you must give eat, eat to live, and live to praise my lord.
me leave; Malot. Good sir, tell me one thing.
I have some private conference with my daughter; Pont. What's that?
Pray use my garden, you shall dine with me. Malot. Dare these men ever fight on any cause?
Lilad. We'll wait on you. Pont. Oh, no, 'twould spoil their cloaths, and Nov. jun. Good morn unto your lordship, put their bands out of order.
Remember what you have vowedNov. jun. Must you hear the news: Your fa
[To Beaumellc. ther has resigned his presidentship to my lord my (Ereunt all but Rochfort und Beaumelle. father.
Beaumel. Perform I must. Malot. And lord Charalois undone for ever. Roch. Why how now, Beaumelle, thou look'st Pont. Troth, 'tis pity, sir!
not well. A braver hope of so assured a father
Thou art sad of late,-coine cheer thee; I have Did never comfort France.
found Lilad. A good dumb mourner,
A wholesome remedy for these maiden fits, Aymer. A silent black.
A goodly oak whereon to twist my vine, Nov. jun. Oh, fie upon him, how he wears his Till her fair branches grow up to the stars. cloaths !
Be near at hand, success crown my intent, As if he had come this Christmas from St Omers, My business fills my little time so full
, To see his friends, and returned after twelf-tide. I cannot stand to talk: I know thy duty
Lilad. His colonel looks finely like a drover. Is handmaid to my will, especially
Beaumel. Sir, I am yours.--Oh! if my
fears Aymer. What, he that wears a clout about his
prove true, neck ?
Fate hath wronged love, and will
destroy me too. His cuffs in his pocket, and his heart in his mouth?
[Erit Beaumelle. Nov. jun. Now, out upon him! Beaumel. Servant, tie
Enter Romont and Keeper, hand.
Roch. Keeper, this prisoner I will soe forthBecause your lips robbed it of such a right.
coming, Monsieur Aymer, I prithee sing the song, Upon my word—Sit down, good colonel. Devoted to my mistress. [Music.
[Erit Kecper. SONG.
Why I did wish you hither, noble sir,
Is to advise you from this iron carriage,
From the bright radiance of my mistress' eyes With expedition to the great Novall :
The more I strive, the more still I am took. Or you will undergo a heavy censure
Rom. Reverend sir,
And am now more afraid you know not me, Man. What note so sweet as this
By wishing my submission to Novall, That calls the spirits to a further bliss ? Than I can be of all the bellowing mouths Wom. Yet this out-savours wine, and this perfume, That wait upon him to pronounce the censure, Man. Let's die, I languish, I consume.
Could it determine me to torinents and shame.
Subinit and crave forgiveness of a beast ? After the song, enter Rocufort and Beaumont. "Tis true, this boil of state wears purple tissue,
Beaum. Romont will come, sir, straight. Is high fed, proud :--So is his lordship’s horse,
And bears as rich caparaisons. I know He was immortal-though I vow I grieve,
Roch. They do not.
Char. In the manner Wealth, bribes, and lives, under his ravenous jaws: Of dying, sir, they do not, but all die, What's this unto my freedom? I dare die; And therein differ not: But I have done. And therefore ask this camel, if these blessings I spied the lively picture of my father, (For so they would be understood by a man) Passing your gallery, and that cast this water But mollify one rudeness in his nature,
Into mine eyes : See-foolish that I am,
To let it do so.
To other men; I have a suit to you, sir,
Char. Nothing, my lord.
Char. Faith, my lord !
That nothing granted is even all I have, Rom. My lord, I am not stubborn: I can melt, For all know I have nothing left to grant. You see,
Roch. Sir, have you any suit to me! I'll grant And prize a virtue better than my life: You something, anything. For though I be not learned, I ever loved
Char. Nay, surely, I, that can That holy mother of all issues good,
Give nothing, will but sue for that again. Whose white hand for a scepter holds a file, No man will grant me anything I sue for. To polish roughest customs, and in you
But begging nothing, every man will give it. She has her right: See! I am calm as sleep; Roch. Sir, the love I bore your father, and the But when I think of the gross injuries,
worth The godless wrong done to my general dead, I see in you, so much resembling his, I rave indeed, and could eat this Novall; Made me thus send for you. And tender here A soulless dromedary!
[Draws a curtain. Roch. Oh! be temperate;
Whatever you will take, gold, jewels, both, Sir, though I would persuade, I'll not constrain ; All, to supply your wants, and free yourself. Each man's opinion freely iş his own,
Where heavenly virtue in high-blooded veins Concerning any thing, or any body;
Is lodged, and can agree, men should kneel down, Be it right or wrong, 'tis at the judge's peril, Adore, and sacrifice all that they have;
And well they may, it is so seldom seen.
Put off your wonder, and here freely take, Beaum. These men, sir, wait without; my Or send your servants: Nor, sir, shall you use lord is come too.
In aught of this a poor man's fee, or bribe Roch. Pay them those sums upon the table; Unjustly taken of the rich, but what's take
Directly gotten, and yet by the law. Their full releases :-Stay--I want a witness : Char. How ill, sir, it becomes those hairs to Let me intreat you, colonel, to walk in,
mock! And stand but by to see this money paid;
Roch. Mock? thunder strike me then. It does concern you and your friend; it was Char. You do amaze me. The better cause you were sent for, though said But you shall wonder too; I will not take otherwise.
One single piece of this great heap. Why should I The deed shall make this my request more plain. Borrow, that have not means to pay; nay, am Rom. I shall obey your pleasure, sir, though A very bankrupt, even in flattering hope ignorant
Of ever raising any. All my begging
Enter Romont, BEAUMONT, and Creditors, Roch. Worthiest sir,
loaded with money. You are most welcome: Fie, no more of this: Roch. Here is your friend, You have out-wept a woman, noble Charalois ! Enfranchised ere you spake. I give him you : No man but has or must bury a father.
And, Charalois, I give you to your friend, Chur. Grave sir! I buried sorrow for his death As free a man as he: Your father's debts In the grave with him. I did never think Are taken off.