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Swearing by all those powers which thou haft violated,
Take it Farewel, for now I owe thee nothing.
PIER. For my life, difpofe of it
Just as thou wilt, becaufe 'tis what I'm tir'd with.
PIER. No more.
JAFF. My eyes won't loofe the fight of thee,
But languish after thine, and ache with gazing.
PIER. Leave me-Nay, then thus, thus I throw thee
And curfes, great as is thy falfehood, catch thee.
WAR. Behold him here;
No welcome gueft, it feems, unless I ask
My lord of Suffolk's leave-there was a time
EDW. There was a time, perhaps,
When Warwick more defir'd, and more- -deferv'd it.
WAR. Never; I've been a foolish faithful flave;
All my beft years, the morning of my life,
Hath been devoted to your service: what
For foreign fools to carp at: but 'tis fit
EDW. I thought, my lord, I had full well repay'd
Guided in fecret ev'ry latent wheel
Of government, and mov'd the whole machine :
Stood like a cypher in the
WAR. Who gave that cypher worth, and feated the
Dug from its fordid mine the useless ore,
This wretched country, doom'd, perhaps, like Rome,
Toft for fo many years in the rough sea
In that diftrefsful hour I feiz'd the helm,
Bade the rough waves fubfide in peace, and steer'd
You may defpife, perhaps, that useless aid
Which you no longer want; but know, proud youth,
He who forgets a friend, deferves a foe.
EDW. Know too, reproach for benefits receiv'd
A thrifty faving knowledge: when the debt
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 fatisfaction.
WAR. Thou canst not; thou haft robb'd me of a jewel
It is not in thy power to restore:
1 was the first, shall future annals say,
Amidst the herd of mercenary flaves
That haunt your court, cou'd none be found but Warwick, To be the fhameless herald of a lie?
EDW. And wouldst thou turn the vile reproach on me?
WAR. I have been abus'd, infulted, and betray'd;
EDW. Thefe gufts of paffion,
Will but inflame them; if I have been right
As deep, tho' not so fatal: such perhaps
As none but fair Elizabeth can cure.
EDW. Nay, ftart not, I have cause
To wonder moft: I little thought indeed
But I've difcover'd all.
WAR. And fo have I;
Too well I know thy breach of friendship there,
EDW. I fcorn it, Sir,-Elizabeth hath charms,
I knew not of
WAR. By Heav'n 'tis falfe!
You knew it all, and meanly took occafion,
I had a right, nor will I tamely yield
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 boaft of tyrants; A borrow'd jewel, glitt'ring in the crown
With fpecious luftre, lent but to betray.
You had it, fir, and hold it-from the people.
EDW. And therefore do I prize it; I wou'd guard
In juftice to themfelves, will then defend
WAR. Go to your darling people, then; for foon,
If I mistake not, 'twill be needful; try
Their boafted zeal, and fee if one of them
Will dare to lift his arm up in your cause,
EDW. Is it fo, my lord,
Then mark my words: I've been your flave too long,
But henceforth know, proud peer, I am thy maker,
WAR. Look well then to your own;
It fits but loosely on your head; for know,
EDW. Nor he who threaten'd Edward
You may repent it, Sir,-my guards there-feize
EARL OF WARWICK.