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 repay'd Your services with honours, wealth, and pow'r Of government, and mov'd the whole machine : War. Who gave that cypher worth, and seated thee On England's throne? Thy undistinguish'd name and steer'd To fall by its own self-destroying hand 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 burthensome an i 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, Which I have done you : let me know them all, It is not in thy power to restore : I was the first, shall future annals say, That haunt your court, could none be found but To be the shameless herald of a lie? Edw. And would'st thou turn the vile reproach If I have broke my faith, and stain'd the name My injur'd honour cries aloud for vengeance Edw. These gusts of passion Will but inflame them: if I have been right Inform'd my lord, besides these dangerous scars Of bleeding honour, you have other wounds As deep, tho' 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, 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 to admire them; Nor see I aught so godlike in the form, So all commanding in the name of Warwick, War. By Heav'n 'tis false ! You knew it all, and meanly took occasion, 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; War. Prerogative! what's that? the boast of A borrow'd jewel, glitt'ring in the crown Their liberties, and they shall strengthen mine; 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 Edw. Is it so my lord? Then mark my words: I've been your slave tool long, And you have rul'd me with a rod of iron; His pow'r to other's hands, but ill deservs War. Look well then to your own; It sits but loosely on your head; for know, Edw. Nor he who threaten'd Edward You may repent it, Sir,my guards there-sieze EARL OF WARWICE. CHAP. XII Orlando and Adam. Orla. Adam. What, my young master? Oh, my gentle master, Oh, my sweet master, Oh you memory Of old Sir Rowland! Why, what makes you here? Why would you be so fond to overcome No more do your's: your virtues, gentle master Are sanctified and holy traitors to you. Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely Envenoms him that bears it! Orla. Why what's the matter! Adam. Q unhappy youth, Come not within these doors; within this roof Your brother- (no; no brother; yet the son He will have other means to cut you off; This is no palace; this house is but a butchery; Orla. Why, whither Adam wouldst thou have me go? Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here.. Orla. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food? Or with a base and boisterous sword enforce The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father, |