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But when? or where!--This world was made for Cæfar,
I'm weary of conjectures--this must end 'em.

Thus am I doubly arm’d-My death and life,
My bane and antidote, are both before me.
This, in a moment,'brings me to an end;
But this informs me I shall never die.
The foul, securd in her existence, smiles
At the drawn dagger, and defies its point:
The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years ;
But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amid ft the war of elements,
The wreck of matter, and.the crush of worlds.

CATQ..

CHAP. IX.

SOUTHAMPTON AND ESSEX.

OFFICER. Y lord, We bring an order for

your execution, And hope you are prepar'd; for you must die This very hour.

SOUTH. Indeed! the time is sudden!

Ess. Is death th' event of all my flatter'd hope? False Sex! and Queen more perjur'd than them all! But die I will without the least complaint, My soul shall vanish filent as the dew, Attracted by the Sun from verdant fields, And leaves of weeping flowers-Come, my dear friend, Partner in fate, give me thy body in These faithful arms-and O now let me tell thee, And you, my lords, and Heaven my witness too, 4

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I have no weight, no heaviness on my

soul,
But that I've lost my dearest friend his life.

SOUTH. And I proteft by the same powers divine,
And to the world, 'tis all my happiness,
The greatest bliss my mind yet e'er enjoy'd,
Since we muft die, my lord, to die together.
Officer. The queen, my lord Southampton, has been

pleas'd
To grant particular mercy to your person;
And has by us sent you a reprieve from death,
With pardon of your treasons, and commands
You to depart immediately from hence.

South. O my unguarded soul! Sure never was
A man with mercy wounded fo before.

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 fail she can,
To reach its with’d-for port-Angels protect
The queen, for her my chiefest prayers shall be,
That as in time fhe has spar'd my noble friend,
And owns his crimes worth mercy, may she ne’er
Think fo of me too late when I am dead
Again, Southampton, let me hold thee fast,
For 'tis my last embrace.

SOUTH. O be less kind, my friend, or move less pity,
Or 1 shall fink beneath the weight of sadness !
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weep that I am doom'd to live without you,
And should have smil'd to share the death of Effex.

Ess. O spare this tenderness for one that needs it,
For her that I commit to thee,-'tis all that I
Can claim of my Southampton- my wife!

Methinks

Methinks that very name should stop thy pity,
And make thee covetous of all as loft
That is not meant to her be a kind friend
To her, as we have been to one another ;
Name not the dying Effex to thy Queen,
Left it should cost a tear, nor e'er offend her.

South. O ftay, my lord ! let me have one word more:
One last farewel, before the greedy ax
Shall part my friend, my only friend from me,
And Eflex from himself- I know not what
Are call’d the pangs of death, but sure I am
I feel an agony that's worse than death
Farewel.

Ess. Why that's well said. 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 wayNow let me go-if there's a throne in heaven For the most brave of men and best of friends, I will bespeak it for Southampton. South. And I, while I have life, will hoard thy me

mory :
When I am dead, we then shall meet again.

Ess. Till then,, Farewel.
SOUTH. Till then, Farewel.

EARL OF Essex.

CHAP. X.

JAFFIER AND PIERRE.
Japr.By Heav'n you ftir not,
I must be heard, I must have leave to speak :
Thou haft disgrac'd me, Pierre, by a vile blow:

Had not a dagger done thee nobler justice ?
But use me as thou wilt, thou canst not wrong me,
For l am fallen beneath the baseft injuries :
Yet look upon me with an eye of mercy,
With pity and with charity behold me;
Shut not thy heart against a friend's repentance;
But, as there dwells a godlike nature in thee,
Liften with mildness to my fupplications.

Pier. What whining monk art thou? what holy cheat,
That would'ft incroach upon my credulous ears,
And cant’st 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 deserv’dly scorn'd, and us’d most hardly.

Pier, Thou Jaffier ! thou my once lov'd, valu'd friend! By heav'ns thou ly'st ; the man so call'd friend, Was generous, honeft, faithful, juft, 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 lothsome in thy aspect : All eyes must fun thee, all hearts detest thee. Pryttee 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, too, valiant ; My mind fill 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 fee my fad, sincere submission ! How my heart swells, as e'en 'twould burst my bosom: R 2

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Fond of its goal, and labouring to be at thee;
What shall I do what say to make the hear me?

Piek. Haft thou not wrong'd me? dar'lt 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 dishonour, but from thee, thou false ones
JAFF. All's true ; yet grant one thing, and I've done

alking. Pier. What's that?

JAFF. To take thy life on such conditions
The council have propos’d: thou and thy friend
May yet live long, and to be better treated,

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 lewd quarrel
For some new friend, treacherous and falsé 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.

JAFF. By all that's juft

Pier. Swear by some other powers,
For thou hast broken that sacred oath too lately.

JAFF. Then by that hell I merit, I'll not leave thee,
Till to thyself at least thour't reconcil'd,
However thy resentment deal with me.

Pier. Not leave me!'

JAFF. No: thou shalt not force me from thee; Use me reproachfully and like a llave ;

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