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To grant particular mercy to your person;
South. O my unguarded soul! Sure never was
wounded so before.
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
South. O stay, my lord ! let me have one word
of death, but sure I am I feel an agony that's worse than death Farewel.
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
Ess. Till then, Farewell.
EARL OF ESPEI.
'Jaffier and Pierre.
Jaff. Dy Heaven you stir not,
cheat, That would'st incroach upon my credulous ears, And cant'st thus vilely? hence ! I know thee not.
Jaff. Not know me Pierre !
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,
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
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,
Pier. A villain?
Pier. A coward, a most scandalous coward,
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 :
I aim'd at,
Pier, I scorn it more, because preserv'd by thee!
And as when first my foolish heart took pity
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
Jaff. Oh, Pierre !
Jaff. My eyes won't lose the sight of thee,
thee from me ; And curses , great as is thy falsehood, catch thee.
CII A P. X I.
Edward and Warwick.