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To grant particular mercy to your person;
And has by us sent you a reprieve from death,
With pardon of your treasons, and commands
You to depart immediately from hence.

South. O my unguarded soul! Sure never was
A man with


wounded so before.
Ess. Then I am loose to steer my wand'ring

Like a bad vessel that has long been crost,
And bound by adverse winds, at last gets liberty,
And joyfully makes all the sail she can,
To reach its wish'd-for port-Angels protect
The queen,

for her
my chiefest prayers

shall be,
That as in time she has spar'd my noble friend,
And owns his crimes worth mercy , may she ne'er
Think so of me too late when I am dead-
Again, Southampton, let me hold thee fast,
For 'tis my last embrace.
South. O be less kind, my friend, or move less

Or I shall sink beneath the weight of sadness!

that I am doom'd to live without you, And should have smil'd to share the death of Essex, Ess, O spare this tenderness for one that needs

For her that I commit to thee'tis all that I
Can claim of my Southampton-Omy wife!
Methinks that very name should stop thy pity,
And make thee covetous of all as lost
That is not meant to her be a kind friend.
To her, as we have been to one another;
Name not the dying Essex to thy Queen,
Lest it should cost å tear, nor e'er offend'her.

South. O stay, my lord ! let me have one word
One last farewel, before the greedy axe
Shall part my friend, my only friend from me
And Essex from himselfI know not what
Are call'd the


of death, but sure I am I feel an agony that's worse than death Farewel.

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Ess. Why, that's well said-Farewel to the Then let us part, just like two travellers , Take distant paths, only this difference is , Thine is the longest, mine the shortest way Now let me gom if there's a throne in heav'n For the most brave of men and best of friends, I will bespeak it for Southampton. South. And I, while I have life, will hoard thy

memory :
When I am dead, we then shall meet again.

Ess. Till then, Farewell.
South. Till then, Farewell,

C H A P. X.

'Jaffier and Pierre.

Jaff. Dy Heaven you stir not,
I must be heard , I must have leave to speak:
Thou hast disgrac'd me, Pierre, by a vile blow:
Had not a dagger done thee nobler justice ?
But use me as thou wilt, thou canst not wrong me,
For I am fallen beneath the basest injuries;
Yet look upon me with an eye

of mercy,
With pity and with charity behold me;
Shut not thy heart against a friend's repentance ;
But, as there dwells a godlike nature in thee
Listen with mildness to my supplications.
Pier. What whining monk art thou? what holy

cheat, That would'st incroach upon my credulous ears, And cant'st thus vilely? hence ! I know thee not.

Jaff. Not know me Pierre !
Pier. No, know thee not: What art thou ?
Jaff. Jaffier , thy friend, thy once lov'd valu'd

friend ! Tho'now deservedly scorn'd, and us'd most hardly: Pier. Thou Jaffier ! thou my once lov'd i alu'd

friend! By heav'n's thou ly’st; the man so call'd my friend,


Was generous, honest, faithful, just, and valliant,
Noble in mind, and in his person lovely,
Dear to my eyes ,

and tender


heart: But thou a wretched , base, false, worthless co

ward, Poor even in soul, and loathsome in thy aspect : All eyes must shun thee, and all hearts detest thee. Pr'ythee avoid , no longer cling thus round me, Like something baneful, that my nature's chill'd

at. Jaff. I have not wrong'd thee; by these tears I

have not But still am honest, true, and hope too , valiant: My mind still full of thee, therefore still noble. Let not thy eyes then shun me, nor thy heart Decest me utterly: Oh! look upon me, Look back and see my sad, sincere submission! How my heart swells, as e'en 'twould burst my

bosom: Fond of its goal, and labouring to be at thee; What shall I do! what say to make thee hear me? Pier. Hast thou not wrong'd me ? dar'st thou call

thyself That once lov'd valu'd friend of mine, And swear thou hast not wrong'd me? Whence

these chains ? Whence the vile death which I


meet this moment? Whence this dishonour, but from thee, thou false Jaff. All's true ; yet grant one thing, And I've

done asking. Pier. What's that?

Jaff. To take thy life on such condition's The council have propos'd: thou and thy friend May yet live long , and to be better treated.

Pier. Life! ask my life ! confess! record myself A villain for the privilege to breathe And carry up and down this cursed city A discontented and repining spirit, Burdensome to itsell, a few years longer,


To lose it, may be at last, in a lewd quarrel
For some new friend, treacherous and false as thou

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.

Jaff. By all that's just

Pier. Swear by some other powers, For thou hast broken that sacred oath too lately. Jaff. Then hy that hell I merit, I'll not leave

thee, Till to thyself at least thou'rt reconcild, However thy resentment deal with me.

Pier. Not leave me ! Jaff. No: thou shalt not force me from thee; Use me reproachfully and like a slave ;

buffet heap wrong on wrongs On my poor head; I'll bear it all with patience : I'll weary out thy most unfriendly cruelty : Lie at thy feet and kiss 'em , though they spurn Till wounded by my sufferings thou relent, And raise me to thy arms with dear forgiveness. Pier, Art thou not Jaff. What? Pier. A traitor?

Tread on me,



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Jaff. Yes.

Pier. A villain?
Jaff. Granted.

Pier. A coward, a most scandalous coward,
Spiritless, void of honour, one who has sold
Thy everlasting fame for shameless life?
Jaff. All, all, and more, much more: my faults

are numberless. Pier. And would'st thou have me live on terms

like thine: Base as thou'rt false

Jaff. No; 'tis to me that's granted :
The safety of thy life was all

I aim'd at,
In recompence for faith and trust so broken.

Pier, I scorn it more, because preserv'd by thee!

And as when first my foolish heart took pity
Ou thy misfortunes, sought thee in thy miseries,
Reliev'd thy wants, and rais'd thee from thy state
Of wretchedness, in which thy fate had plungid

To rank thee in my list of noble friends :
All I receiv'd, in surely for thy truth,
Were unregarded oaths, and this, this dagger,
Given with a worthless pledge thou since hast

stol'n : So I restore it back to thee again ; Swearing by all those powers which thou hast

violated. Never from this curs'd hour to hold communion, Friendship, or interest with thee, tho' our years Were to exceed those limited the world. Take it-Farewel, for now I owe thee nothing.

Jaff. Say thou wilt live then.

Pier. For my life dispose of it
Just as thou wilt, because 'tis what I'm tir'd with.

Jaff. Oh, Pierre !
Pier. No more.

Jaff. My eyes won't lose the sight of thee,
But languish after thine , and ache with gazing.
Pier. Leave me. -Nay, then thus, thus I throw

thee from me ; And curses , great as is thy falsehood, catch thee.



Edward and Warwick.
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

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