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Officer. My Lord,
We bring an order for your execution,
And hope you are prepar'd; for you must die
SOUTH. Indeed! the time is sudden!
Ess. Is death th' event of all my datter'd hopert False sex! and Queen more perjur'd than them all! But die I will without the least complaint; My soul shall vanish silent as the dew Attracted by the sun from verdaut fields, And leaves of weeping flowers. Come, my dear friend, Partner in fare, give me thy body in These faithful arms, and O now let me tell thee, And you, my Lords, and Heaven my witness too, I have no weight, no sheaviness on my soul, But that I've lost my dearest friend bis like. Soutu.' And I protest
, by the same Powers divine,
And to the world, 'tis all my happiness,
The greatest bliss my mind yet eer enjoy'd,
Since we must die, my Lord, to die together.
Off. The Queen, ny Lord Southampton, has been
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 mercy wounded so before.
Ess. Then I am loose to steer my wand'ring voyage; Like a bad vessel that has long been cross'd, And bound by adverse winds, at last gets liberty, And joyfully makes all the sail she can, To reach her wish’d-for porta-Angels protect The Queen ; for her my chiefest prayers shall be, That as in time she spar’d'my noble friend, And awas 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 pity.
Or I shall sink beneath the weight of sadness!
I weep 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 it,
For her that I commit to thee, 'ris all that I
Can claim of my Southampton — my 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 a tear, nor e'er offend hier.
South. Ostay, my Lord; let me have one word more;
One last farewell, before the greedy axe
Shall part my friend, my only friend, from me,
And Essex from himself-I know not what
Are call'd ihe pangs of death, but sure I am,
I feel an agony that's worse than death
Ess. Why, that's well said ----Farewell to the
Then let us part, just like two travellers,
Take distant paths, only this diff'rence is,
Thine is the longest, mine the shortest way-
Now let me go if there's a throne in Heaven
For the most brave of men and best of friends,
I will bespeak it for Sourhampton.
SOUTH. And I, while I bare life, will hoard thy
When I am dead, we then shall meet again.
Ess. Till then, farewell.
Sorta. Till then, farewell.
EARL OF Esses.
Japp. By Heav'n, you stir not!
I must be heard, I must have leave to speak !
Thou bast 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 fall’n 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.
Pren. What wbining monk art thou? what holy cheat,
That wouldst encroach upon my credulous ears,
And cant'st ihus vilely? hence! I know thee not.
Jaff. Not know me, Pierre !
Pier. No, know thee not; what art thou?
JAFF. Jaffier, thy friend, uhy once lov'd, valu'd friend! Though now deserv’dly scorn’d, and us’d most hardly.
Pier. Thou Jaffier! thou my once lov’d, valu'd friend!
By-Heav’os thou liest; the man so call'd my friend,
Was generous, honest, faithful, just, and valiant;
Noble in mind, and in his person lovely,
Dear to my eyes, and tender 10 my heart :
Hot But thou a wretched, base, false, worthless coward,
Poor even in soul, and loathsome in thy aspect;
All eyes must shun thee, and all hearts detest thee.
Prithee avoid, nor longer cling thus round me,
Like something baneful, that my nature's chilld at.
Jaff. I have not wrong'd thee; by these tears I hare
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
Detest me utterly : Oh! look upon me,
Look back and see my sad, sincere submission !
How my heart swells, as e'en 'would 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 beloved, valu'd friend of mine, And swear thou hast not wrong'd me? Whence these
Whence the vile death, which I may meet this moment?
Whence this dishonour, but from thee, thou false one?
JAFF: All's true; yet grant one thing; and I've done
Pier. What's that?
JAFP. To take thy life on such conditions
The council have propos’ú : 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 itself, a few years longer,
To lose it, may be, at last, in a lewd quarrel
For some new friend, Ireach'rous and faise as thou art!
No, this vile world and I have long been jangling
And cannot part on better ternis 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 broke that sacred oåth too lately.
JApp. Then by that hell I merit, I'll not leave thee,
Till to thyself, at least, thou’rt reconcil'd,
However ihy resen'ment deal with me.
Pier. Not leave me!"
Japp. No; thou shalt not force me from thee;
Use me reproachfully, and like a slave;
Tread on me, buffet me, heap wrongs on wronge
On my poor head; l'il hear it all with patience;
I'll weary out thy most uufiendly cruelty ;
Lie at thy feet and kiss 'em, though they spurn me,
Till wounded by my sufferings thou relent,
And raise me to thy arms with dear forgiveness.
Pier, Art thou not-
JAFF. What ?
Pien. A traitor ?
PIER. A villain?
Puer. A coward, a most scand’lous 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. Prer. And wouldst thou have me live on terms like
Base as thou’rt false.
JAFF. No: 'tis to me that's granted :
The safety of thy life was all I aim'd at,
Bo recompense for faith and trust so broken.
Pier. I score it more, because preserv'd by thee:
And as when first my foolish heart took pity
On thy misfortunes, sought thee in thy miseries,
Reliev'd ihy wants, and rais'd thee from the state
Of wretchedness, in which thy fate had plung’d thee,
To rank thee in my list of noble friends;
All I receivid, in surety for thy truth,
Were unregarded oaths, and this, this dagger,
Given with a worihless 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, though our year&
Were to exceed those limited the world.
--farewell, for now I owe thee nothing. JAFF. Say thou wilt live then.
Pien. For my life, dispose of it
Just as thou wilt, because 'ris what I'm tir’d with.
JAFF. Oh, Pierre !
PER. No more.
Jaff. My eyes won't lose the sight of thee,
Bne 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.