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Syph. By laying up his counsels in your heart.

Jub. His counsels bade me yield to thy directions :
Then, Syphax, chide me in severest terms,

Vent all thy passion, and I'll stand it's shock,
Calm and unruffled as a summer sea,

When not a breath of wind flies o'er it's surface.

Syph. Alas! my prince, I'd guide you to your safety!
Jub. I do believe thou wouldst; but tell me how.
Syph. Fly from the fate that follows Cæsar's foes.
Jub. My father scorn'd to do it.

Syph. And therefore died.

Jub. Better to die ten thousand thousand deaths, Than wound my honour.

Syph. Rather say your love.

Jub. Syphax, I've promis'd to preserve my temper : Why wilt thou urge me to confess a flame

I long have stifled, and would fain conceal?

Syph. Believe me, prince, though hard to conquer love, "Tis easy to divert and break it's force:

Absence might cure it, or a second mistress
Light up another flame, and put out this.
The glowing dames of Zama's royal court
Have faces flush'd with more exalted charms;
The sun, that rolls his chariot o'er their heads,
Works up more fire and colour in their cheeks;
Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget
The pale, unripen'd beauties of the north.

Jub. "Tis not a set of features, or complexion,
The tincture of a skin that I admire.

Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover,
Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
The virtuous Marcia tow'rs above her sex :
True, she is fair (O, how divinely fair!)
But still the lovely maid improves her charms
With inward greatness, unaffected wisdom,
And sanctity of manners. Cato's soul
Shines out in ev'ry thing she acts or speaks,
While winning mildness and attractive smiles
Dwell in her looks, and with becoming grace
Soften the rigour of her father's virtues.




Edw. LET me have no intruders; above all, Keep Warwick from my sight.—


War. Behold him here;

No welcome guest, it seems, unless I ask
My lord of Suffolk's leave-there was a time,
When Warwick wanted not his aid to gain
Admission here.

Edw. There was a time, perhaps,

When Warwick more desir'd, and more- -deserv'd it
War. Never; I've been a foolish, faithful slave,
All my best years; the morning of my life
Hath been devoted to your service: what
Are now the fruits? Disgrace and infamy!
My spotless name, which never yet the breath
Of calumny had tainted, made the mock
For foreign fools to carp at: but 'tis fit
Who trust in princes should be thus rewarded.
Edw. I thought, my lord, I had full well repaid
Your services with honours, wealth, and pow'r
Unlimited: thy all-directing hand

Guided in secret ev'ry latent wheel

Of government, and mov'd the whole machine:
Warwick was all in all, and pow'rless Edward
Stood like a cipher in the great account.

War. Who gave that cipher worth, and seated thee
On England's throne? Thy undistinguish'd name
Had rotted in the dust from whence it sprang,

And moulder'd in oblivion, had not Warwick
Dug from it's sordid mine the useless ore,
And stamp'd it with a diadem. Thou know'st,
This wretched country, doom'd perhaps like Rome,
To fall by it's own self-destroying hand,
Toss'd for so many years in the rough sea
Of civil discord, but for me had perish'd.
In that distressful hour I seiz'd the helm,

Bade the rough waves subside in peace, and steer'd
Your shatter'd vessel safe into the harbour.

You may despise, perhaps, that useless aid,
Which you no longer want; but know, proud youth,
He who forgets a friend deserves a foe.

Edw. Know too, reproach for benefits receiv'd Pays ev'ry debt, and cancels obligation.

War. Why that indeed is frugal honesty; A thrifty, saving knowledge: when the debt Grows burdensome, and cannot be discharg'd, A sponge will wipe out all, and cost you nothing. Edw. When you have counted o'er the num❜rous train 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 satisfaction.

War. Thou canst not: thou hast robb'd me of a jewel,

It is not in thy power to restore ;

I was the first, shall future annals say,

That broke the sacred bond of public trust,
And mutual confidence; ambassadors
In after times, mere instruments perhaps
Of venal statesmen, shall recal my name,
To witness that they want not an example,
And plead my guilt, to sanctify their own.
Amidst the herd of mercenary slaves,

That haunt your court, could 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 stain'd the name

Of England, thank thy own pernicious counsels,

That urg'd me to it, and extorted from me
A cold consent to what my heart abhorr❜d.

War. I've been abus'd, insulted, and betray'd;
My injur'd honour cries aloud for vengeance!
Her wounds will never close.

Edw. These gusts of passion

Will but inflame them. If I have been right
Inform'd, my lord, beside these dang'rous scars
Of bleeding honour, you have other wounds
As deep, though not so fatal; such, perhaps,
As none but fair Elizabeth can cure.

War. Elizabeth!

Edw. Nay, start not; I have cause
To wonder most: 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 scorn it, Sir-Elizabeth hath charms,
And I have equal right with you t'admire them ;
Nor see I ought so godlike 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 false !

You knew it all, and meanly took occasion,
While I was busied in the noble office
Your grace thought fit to honour me withal,
To tamper with a weak unguarded woman,
To bribe her passions high, and basely 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, glittʼring in the crown

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 would guard Their liberties, and they shall strengthen mine; But when proud Faction, and her rebel crew, Insult their sov'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 I mistake not, 'twill 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 so: 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 sits but loosely on your head; for know,
The man who injur'd Warwick never pass'd
Unpunish'd yet.

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




Glen. SIT, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hotspur ;

For by that name as oft as Lancaster

Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale! and with

A risen sigh, he wisheth you in Heav'n.

Hot. And you in Hell, as often as he hears

Owen Glendower spoke of.

Glen. I blame him not: at my nativity The front of Heav'n was full of fiery shapes, Of burning cressets; know, that at my birth The frame and the foundation of the earth Shook like a coward.

Hot. So it would have done

At the same season, if your mother's cat
Had kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been born.
Glen. I say, the earth did shake when I was born.
Hot. I say, the earth then was not of my mind,
If you suppose, as fearing you it shook.


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