Always! I did not cheat them in the bargain. The bold all-grasping habit of my soul. Count. Nay rather-thou hast ever shown thyself A formidable man, without restraint; Hast exercised the full prerogatives Of thy impetuous nature, which had been Once granted to thee. Therefore, Duke, not thou, That acts in strict consistence with itself. Wert thou another being, then, when thou Didst mock all ordinances of the empire. Wal. I never saw it in this light before. But most high misdemeanours 'gainst the empire. Count. Then betwixt thee and him (confess it Friedland!) The point can be no more of right and duty, Only of power and the opportunity. That opportunity, lo! it comes yonder, Approaching with swift steeds; then with a swing Throw thyself up into the chariot seat, Seize with firm hand the reins, ere thy opponent The constellations stand victorious o'er thee, The planets shoot good fortune in fair junctions, Hast pictured on these walls, and all around thee Wal. Send Wrangel to me-1 will instantly It is his evil genius and mine.. Our evil genius! It chastises him Through me, the instrument of his ambition; E'en now is whetting for my breast the poniard. Then no longer Can I retreat-so come that which must come Still destiny preserves its due relations, The heart within us is its absolute Vicegerent, SECTION XXIX. DR. OLLAPOD—Sir Charles CROPLAND..... George Colman. Ollapod. SIR CHARLES, I have the honour to be your Been a hard winter SO were wood-cocks. slave. Hope your health is good. here-Sore throats were plenty; Flush'd four couple, one morning, in a half-mile walk, from our town, to cure Mrs. Quarles of a quinsy. May coming on soon, Sir Charles. Hope you come to sojourn. Shouldn't be always on the wing-that's being too flighty. Do you take, good sir, do you take? Sir Charles. Oh, yes, I take. But, by the cockade in your hat, Ollapod, you have added lately, it seems, to your avocations. Olla. My dear Sir Charles, I have now the honour to be cornet in the volunteer association corps of our town. It fell out unexpected-pop on a sudden; like the going off of a field-piece, or an alderman in an apoplexy. Sir C. Explain. Olla. Happening to be at home-rainy day—no going out to sport, blister, shoot, nor bleed—was busy behind the counter-You know my shop, Sir Charles-Galen's head over the door-new gilt him last week, by the by-looks as fresh as a pill. Sir C. Well, no more on that head now-Proceed. Olla. On that head! That's very well, very well indeed! Thank you, good sir, I owe you one-Churchwarden Posh, of our town, being ill of an indigestion, from eating three pounds of measly pork, at a vestry dinner, I was making up a cathartic for the patient; when, who should strut into the shop, but Lieutenant Grains, the brewer -sleek as a dray horse-in a smart scarlet jacket, tastily turn'd up with a rhubarb-coloured lapelle. I confess his figure struck me. I look'd at him, as I was thumping the mortar, and felt instantly inoculated with a military ardour. Sir C. Inoculated! I hope your ardour was of a very favourable sort. Olla. Ha! ha! That's very well—very well, indeed !— Thank you, good sir, I owe you one. We first talk'd of shooting-He knew my celebrity that way, Sir Charles. I told him, the day before, I had kill'd six brace of birds-I thump'd on at the mortar-We then talk'd of physic-I told him, the day before, I had kill'd-lost, I mean-six brace of patients-I thump'd on at the mortar-eyeing him all the while; for he look'd mighty flashy, to be sure; and I felt an itching to belong to the corps. The medical, and military, both deal in death, you know-so, 'twas natural. Do you take, good sir? do you take? Sir C. Take? Oh, nobody can miss. Olla. He then talk'd of the corps itself: said it was sickly and if a professional person would administer to the health of the association-dose the men, and drench the horse-he could, perhaps, procure him a cornetcy. Sir C. Well, you jump'd at the offer? Olla. Jump'd! I jump'd over the counter-kick'd down Churchwarden Posh's cathartic, into the pocket of Lieuten Hide something still, round which their tendrils cling Sufficient to himself. Rai. Yet, on that summit, When with her bright wings glory shadows thee, Yet might have soared as high! Pro. Thou❜lt be remembered long. No, fear thou not! "Oh! not thus Let me deem I would not thus be thought of." Rai. Now death has lost His sting, since thou believ'st me innocent. Pro. Thou innocent!-Am I thy murderer then? Away! I tell thee thou hast made my name A scorn to men!-No! I will not forgive thee; A traitor!-What! the blood of Procida Filling a traitor's veins !-Let the earth drink it; As death can make it. Rai. Yet hear me ! E'en shame look fair. No! thou'rt skill'd to make Why should I linger thus ? If there be aught-if aught-for which thou need'st Rai. Pro. 'Tis well. I am prepared. [Exit Procida. Men talk of torture!-Can they wreak Upon the sensitive and shrinking frame, Half the mind bears, and lives?-My spirit feels David. THEN, by the mass, sir, I would do no such thing! ne'er a Sir Lucius O'Trigger in the kingdom should make me fight, when I wa'n't so minded. Oons! what will the old lady say, when she hears o't? Acres. But my honour, David, my honour! I must be very careful of my honour. Dav. Ay, by the mass! and I would be very careful of it, and I think in return my honour couldn't do less than to be very careful of me. Acr. Odds blades! David, no gentleman will ever risk the loss of his honour! Dav. I say, then, it would but be civil in honour never to risk the loss of a gentleman. Lookye, master, this honour seems to me to be a marvellous false friend; ay, truly, a very courtier-like servant. Put the case, I was a gentleman (which, I thank my stars, no one can say of me ;) well-my honour makes me quarrel with another gentleman of my acquaintance. So, we fight. (Pleasant enough that.) Boh! I kill him ; (the more's my luck.) Now, pray, who gets the profit of it? Why, my honour. But put the case, that he kills me! by the mass! I go to the worms, and my honour whips over to my enemy. Acr. No, David, in that case! odds, crowns and laurels ! your honour follows you to the grave! Dav. Now, that's just the place where I could make a shift to do without it. Acr. Zounds! David, you are a coward! It doesn't become my valour to listen to you. What, shall 1 disgrace my ancestors? think of that, David; think what it would be to disgrace my ancestors! |