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EDWARD AND WARWICK.
Edw. LET me have no intruders; above all, Keep Warwick from my sight.
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. War. Never; I've been a foolish, faithful slave, All my best years; the morning of my
Hath been devoted to your service: what
Guided in secret ev'ry latent wheel
Of government, and mov'd the whole machine:
War. Who gave that cipher worth, and seated thee
And moulder'd in oblivion, had not Warwick
Dug from it's sordid mine the useless ore,
Bade the rough waves subside in peace,
Your shatter'd vessel safe into the harbour.
You may despise, perhaps, that useless aid, Which you no longer want; but know, proud youth, 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 burdensome, and 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,
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;
I was the first, shall future annals
That broke the sacred bond of public trust,
That haunt your court, could none be found but Warwick,
Edw. And wouldst thou turn the vile reproach on me? If I have broke my faith, and stain'd the name
Of England, thank thy own pernicious counsels,
War. I've been abus'd, insulted, and betray'd;
Edw. These gusts of passion
Will but inflame them. If I have been right
Edw. Nay, start not; I have cause
To wonder most: I little thought indeed,
But I've discover'd all.
War. And so have I ;
Too well I know thy breach of friendship there,
Edw. I scorn it, Sir-Elizabeth hath charms,
War. By Heav'n, 'tis false !
You knew it all, and meanly took occasion,
y 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; But when proud Faction, and her rebel crew, Insult their sov'reign, trample on his laws, And bid defiance to his pow'r, the people, n justice to themselves, will then defend lis cause, and vindicate the rights they gave.
IVar. 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 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-
EARL OF WARWICK,
HOTSPUR AND GLENDOWER.
Glen. SIT, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hotspur ;
For by that name as oft as Lancaster
Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale! and with
A risen sigh, he wisheth you in Heav'n.
Hot. And you in Hell, as often as he hears
Owen Glendower spoke of.
Glen. I blame him not: at my nativity
Hot. So it would have done,
Had kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been born.
Glen. The Heav'ns were all on fire, the earth did tremble.
Hot. O, then the earth shook to see the Heav'ns on fire! And not in fear of your nativity.
Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth
In strange eruptions; and the teeming earth
By the impris'ning of unruly wind
Within her womb, which, for enlargement striving,
Cousin, of many men
I do not bear these crossings: give me leave
I am not in the roll of commcn men.
That chides the banks of England, Wales, or Scotland,
And bring him out, that is but woman's son,
Or hold me pace in deep experiments.
Hot. I think there is no man speaks better Welsh. Glen. I can speak English, Lord, as well as you ; For I was train'd up in the English court,
Where, being young, I framed to the harp
Many an English ditty lovely well,
And gave the tongue a helpful ornament;
A virtue that was never seen in you.
Hot. Marry, and I am glad of it with all my heart;
I'd rather be a kitten, and cry mew!
Than one of these same metre-balladmongers!
I'd rather hear a brazen candlestick turn'd,
Or a dry wheel grate on tlie axle-trée,
And that would nothing set my teeth on edge,