CHAPTER XI. EDWARD AND WARWICK. EDW. Let me have no intruders; above all,, Keep Warwick from my sight. -- Enter WARWICK. WAR. Behold him here; No welcome guest, it seems, unless I ask EDW. There was a time, perhaps, When Warwick more desir'd, and more- -deserv'd'it. Who trust in Princes, should be thus rewarded. Enw. I thought, my Lord, I had full well repay'a 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: 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 its sordid mine the useless ore, In that distressful hour I seiz'd the helm, Bade the rough waves subside in peace, and steer'd You may despise, perhaps, that useless aid EDW. Know too, reproach for benefits receiv'd 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 numerous 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: t I was the first, shall future annals say, That haunt your court, could none be found but Warwick EDW. And wouldst thou turn the vile reproach ou 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 have been abus'd, insulted, and betray'd; EDW. These gusts of passion Will but inflame them; if I have been right As deep, though not so fatal; such, perhaps, EDW. Nay, start not; I have cause WAR. And so have I; Too well I know thy breach of friendship there,. Eow. I scorn it, Sir-Elizabeth hath charms, WAR. By Heav'n 'tis false ! You knew it all, and meanly took occasion,. Your Grace thought fit to honour me withal, 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, glitt'ring 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; WAR. Go to your darling people, then; for soon, Their boasted zeal, and see if one of them EDW. Is it so, my Lord? Then mark my words: I've been your slave too long, But henceforth know, proud Peer, I am thy master, His pow'r to others' hands, but ill deserves 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-seize EARL OF WARWICK. CHAPTER XIL ORLANDO AND ADAM. ORLA. WHO's there? ADAM. What, my young master! Oh, my gentle master, Oh, my sweet master, O you memory Of old Sir Rowland! Why, what makes you here? Are sanctified and holy traitors to you. Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely. ORLA. Why, what's the matter? Come not within these doors; within this roof Your brother- -(no; no brother; yet the son- Of him I was about to call his father) Hath heard your praises, and this night he means ~ And you within it if he fail of that, He will have other means to cut you off:: I overheard him, and his practices: This is no palace; this house is but a butchery;: Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it. ORLA. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go? - Or with a base and boist'rous sword enforce A thievish living on the common road? - I rather will subject me to the malice Of a diverted blood, and bloody brother. ADAM. But do not so; I have five hundred crowns, The thrifty hire I sav❜d under your father, Which I did store to be my foster-nurse When service should in my old limbs lie lame,, And unregarded age in corners thrown: Take that; and he that doth the ravens feed,, |