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I have no weight, no heavinefs on my foul,"
SOUTH. And I proteft, by the fame powers divine,
OFFICER. The Queen, my Lord Southampton, has been
To grant particular mercy to your person;
SOUTH. O my unguarded foul! Sure never was
Ess. Then I am loose to fteer my wand'ring voyage;
Again, Southampton, let me hold thee fast,
SOUTH. O be lefs kind, my friend, or move lefs pity,
Or I fhall fink beneath the weight of sadness !
weep that I am doom'd to live without you,
And fhould have fmil'd to fhare the death of Effex.
Ess. O fpare this tenderness for one that needs it,
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Methinks that very name should stop thy pity,
SOUTH. O ftay, my Lord, let me have one word more;
One laft farewel, before the greedy axe
Shall part my friend, my only friend from me,
Are call'd the pangs of death, but fure I am
Ess. Why, that's well faid-Farewel to thee-
Take diftant paths, only this difference is,
I will befpeak it for Southampton.
SOUTH. And I, while I have life, will hoard thy memory:
When I am dead, we then fhall meet again.
Ess. Till then, Farewel.
SOUTH. Till then, Farewel.
EARL OF ESSEX,
C. HA P.
JAFF. BY Heav'n, you ftir not,
I must be heard, I must have leave to speak: Thou haft difgrac'd me, Pierre, by a vile blow:
Had not a dagger done thee nobler justice?
But ufe me as thou wilt, thou can'ft not wrong me,
For I am fallen beneath the bafeft injuries:
Yet look upon me with an eye of mercy,
With pity and with charity behold me;
PIER. What whining monk art thou? what holy cheat, That would't incroach upon my credulous ears,
And cant it thus vilely? hence! I know thee not.
JAFF. Not know me, Pierre!
PIER. No, know thee not; what art thou?
JAFF. Jaffier, thy friend, thy once lov'd, valu'd friend! Tho' now deferv'dly scorn'd, and us'd most hardly.
PIER. Thou Jaffier! thou my once lov'd, valu'd friend!
Dear to my eyes, and tender to my heart:
JAFF. I have not wrong'd thee, by these tears I have not, But ftill am honeft, true, and hope too, valiant; My mind fill full of thee, therefore ftill noble. Let not thy eyes then fhun me, nor thy heart Deteft me utterly: Oh! look upon me, Look back and fee my fad, fincere submission! How my heart fwells, as e'en 'twould burft my bofom;
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Fond of its goal, and labouring to be at thee;
PIER. Haft thou not wrong'd me? dar'ft thou call thyself That once lov'd valu'd friend of mine,
And swear thou haft not wrong'd me? Whence these chains? 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 afking.
PIER. What's that?
JAFF. To take thy life on fuch conditions.
The council have propos'd: thou and thy friend
May yet live long, and to be better treated.
PIER. Life! afk my life! confefs! record myfelf
A villain for the privilege to breathe,
And carry up and down this curfed city
To lofe it, may be at laft, in a lewd quarrel
For fome new friend, treacherous and faise as thou art! No, this vile world and I have long been jangling,
And cannot part on better terms than now,
PIER. Swear by fome other powers,
For thou haft broken that facred oath too lately.
JAFF. Then by that hell I merit, I'll not leave thee,
Till to thyfelf at least thou'rt reconcil'd,
However thy refentment deal with me.
PIER. Not leave me !
JAFF. No; thou fhalt not force me from thee; Ufe me reproachfully, and like a slave;
Tread on me,
Lie at thy feet and kifs 'em, tho' they fpurn me,
PIER. Art thou not
PIER. A traitor?
PIER. A villain?
PIER. A coward, a moft fcandalous coward, Spiritlefs, void of honour, one who has fold Thy everlafting fame for fhameless life?
JAFF. All, all, and more, much more: my faults are numberless.
PIER. And would't thou have me live on terms like thine; Bafe as thou'rt falfe
JAFF. No; 'tis to me that's granted:
PIER. I fcorn it more, because preferv'd by thee;
All I receiv'd, in furety for thy truth,
Were unregarded oaths, and this, this dagger,