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But when or where ?-This world was made for Cæfar,
Thus am I doubly arm'd-My death and life,
The stars fhall fade away, the fun himself
Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years;
But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the war of elements,
The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
SOUTHAMPTON AND ESSEX.
OFFICER. My lord,
We bring an order for your execution,
SOUTH. Indeed! the time is fudden !
Ess. Is death th' event of all my flatter'd hope?
Attracted by the fun from verdant fields,
And leaves of weeping flowers-Come, my dear friend,
These faithful arms—and O now let me tell thee,
I have no weight, no heaviness on my foul,
OFFICER. The queen, my lord Southampton, has been
To grant particular mercy to your perfon;
SOUTH. O my unguarded foul! Sure never was
Ess. Then I am loofe to fteer my wand'ring voyage;
SOUTH. O be less kind, my friend, or move less pity,
I weep that I am doom'd to live without you,
And should have fmil'd to fhare the death of Effex.
Ess. O fpare this tenderness for one that needs it,
Methinks that very name should stop thy pity,
That is not meant to her be a kind friend
SOUTH. O ftay, my lord! let me have one word more:
One laft farewel, before the greedy ax
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
Then let us part, just like two travellers,
Take diftant paths, only this difference is,
Thine is the longest, mine the shortest way—
Now let me go-
I will bespeak it for Southampton.
SOUTH. And I, while I have life, will hoard thy me
When I am dead, we then shall meet again.
Ess. Till then, Farewel.
SOUTH. Till then, Farewel.
EARL OF ESSEX.
JAFFIER AND PIERRE.
JAFF. BY Heav'n you ftir not,
I must be heard, I must have leave to speak :
Had not a dagger done thee nobler justice?
But ufe me as thou wilt, thou canst not wrong me,
PIER. What whining monk art thou? what holy cheat, That would'ft incroach upon my credulous ears, And cant'ft 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! By heav'ns thou ly'ft; the man fo call'd my friend, Was generous, honest, faithful, just, and valiant, Noble in mind, and in his perfon lovely, Dear to my eyes, and tender to my heart: But thou a wretched, bafe, falfe, worthlefs coward, Poor even in foul, and lothsome in thy aspect: All eyes muft fhun thee, all hearts deteft thee. Pr'ythee avoid, nor longer cling thus round me, Like fomething baneful, that my nature's chill'd at.
JAFF. I have not wrong'd thee; by these tears I have not, But ftill am honeft, true, and hope, too, valiant ; My mind ftill full of thee, therefore still 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 burst my bosom :
Fond of its goal, and labouring to be at thee;
PIER. Haft thou not wrong'd me? dar'ft thou call thyfelf
PIER. What's that?
JAFF. To take thy life on fuch conditions
The council have propos'd: thou and thy friend
PIER. Life! afk my life! confefs! record myfelf
To lose it, may be at last, in a lewd quarrel
For fome new friend, treacherous and falfé as thou art!
And cannot part on better terms than now,
When only men like thee are fit to live in't.
JAFF. By all that's juft
PIER. Swear by fome other powers,
For thou hast broken that facred oath too lately.
JAFF. Then by that hell I merit, I'll not leave thee,
Till to thyfelf at least thour't reconcil'd,
However thy refentment deal with me.
PIER. Not leave me!'
JAFF. No: thou shalt not force me from thee; Ufe me reproachfully and like a flave;