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The greatest bliss my mind yet e'er enjoy'd,
South. O my unguarded soul ! Sure never was
Ess. Then I am loose to steer my wand'ring voyage ; Like a bad vessel that has long been crost, And bound by adverse winds, at last gets liberty, And joyfully makes all the sail she can, To reach its wish'd for port-Angels protect The Queen ; for her my chiefest prayers shall be, That as in time she has spard my noble friend, And owns his crimes worth mercy, may she ne'er :Think so of me too late when I am deadAgain, Southampton, let me hold thee fast, For 'tis my last embrace.
South. O be less kind, my friend, or move less pity,
Ess. O spare this tenderness for one that needs it,
South. O stay my Lord, let me have one word more;
And Essex from himself. I know not what
Ess. Why that's well said. Farewell to the
South. And I, while I have life, will hoard thy memory: When I am dead, we then shall meet agaiu.
Ess. Till then, Farewell.
EARL OF ESSEX
Jaff. BY Heav'n, you stir not,
Pier. What whining monk art thou? what holy cheat, That would'st incroach upon my credulous ears,
And cant'st thus vilely? hence! I know thee not.
Jaff. Not know me, Pierre !
Jaf. Jaffier, thy friend, thy once lov'd, valu'd friend! Tho' now deserv'dly scorn'd and usd most hardly.
Pier. Thou Jaffier! thou my once lov'd, valu'd friend! By heav'ns thou ly'st ; the man so call'd, my friend, Was generous, honest, faithful, just, and valiant, Noble in mind, and in his person lovely, Dear to my eyes, and tender to my heart : But thou a wretched, base, false, worthless coward, Poor even in soul, and loathsome in thy aspect ; All eyes must shun thee, and all hearts detest thee. Prithee avoid, nor longer cling thus round me, Like something baneful, that my nature's chilld at.
Jaff. I have not wrong'd thee, by these tears I have not; But still am honest, true, and hope tov, valiant"; My mind still full of thee, therefore still noble. Let not thy eyes then shun me, nor thy heart Detest me utterly : Oh! look upon me, Look back and see my sad, sincere submission ! How my heart swells, as e'en 'twould burst my bosom, Fond of its goal, and labouring to be at thee; What shall I do? what say to make thee hear me? Pier. Hast thou not wrong'd me? dar’st thou call
thyself That once lov'd valu'd friend of mine, And swear thou hast not wrong'd me? Whence these
chains ? Whence the vile death, which I may meet this moment? Whence this dishcnour, but from thee, thou false one ? Jaff. All's true; yet grant one thing; and I've done
Jaff. To take thy life on such conditions
Pier. Life ! ask my life! confess! record myself A villain for the privilege to breathe, And carry up and down this cursed city A discontented and repining spirit, Burdensome to itself, a few years longer, To lose it, may be at last, in a lew'd quarrel For some new friend, treacherous and salse as thou art? No, this vile world and I have long been jangling, And cannot part on better terms than now, When only men like thee are fit to live in't.
Jaf. by all that's just
Pier. Swear by some other powers,
Jaff. Then by that hell 1 merit, I'll not leave thee, · Till to thyself at least thou'rt reconcil'd, However thy resentment deal with me.
Pier. Not leave me!
Jaff. No ; thou shalt not force me from thee;
Pier. Art thou not-
Pier. A coward, a most scandalous coward,
irumberless. Pier. And would'st thou have me live on terms like
Base as thou'rt false
Jaff. No; ”tis to me thai's granted :
Picr. I scorn it niore, because preserv'd by thee :
Jaff. Say thou wilt live then.
Pier. For my life dispose of it
Jaif. Oh Pierre !
Jaff. My eyes won't lose the sight of thee,
from me ; And curses great as is thy falsehood, catch thee.