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Noo. sen. 'Tis well.
Rom. I know you for Lilad. Observe him now.
The worst of spirits, that strive to rob the tombs Nov. sen. Your cause being good, and your pro- of what is their inheritance, the dead; ceedings so,
For usurers bred by a riotous peace, Without corruption I am your friend;
That hold the charter of your wealth and freeSpeak your desires.
dom, 2 Cred. Oh, they are charitable;
By being knaves and cuckolds; that ne'er prayed, The marshal stood engaged unto us three, But when you fear the rich heirs will grow wise, Two hundred thousand crowns, which, by his To keep their lands out of your parchment toils ; death,
And then, the devil, your father, is called upon, We are defeated of. For which great loss To invent some ways of luxury ne'er thought on. We aim at nothing but his rotten flesh ; Be gone, and quickly, or I'll leave no room Nor is that cruelty.
Upon your foreheads for your horns to sprout on; 1 Cred. I have a son
Without a murmur, or I will undo you,
[Ereunt Creditors. Powder made of this bankrupt marshal's bones, Provided that the carcase rot above ground,
Re-enter CHARALOIS. 'Twill cure his foolish frenzy.
Rom. I am somewhat eased in this yet. Nov. sen. You shew in it
Char. Only friend, A father's care. I have a son myself,
To what vain purpose do I make my sorrow A fashionable gentleman, and a peaceful: Wait on the triumph of their cruelty? And, but I am assured he is not so given, Or teach their pride, from my humility, He should take of it too.
To think it has o'ercome. They are determined Charal. Sir.
What they will do; and it may well become me, Nov. sen. What are you?
To rob them of the glory they expect Charal. A gentleman.
From my submiss entreaties. Nov. sen. So are many that rake dunghills. Rom. Think not so, sir : If you have any suit, move it in court :
The difficulties that you encounter with, I take no papers in corners.
[Exit Will crown the undertaking--Heaven! you weep, Rom. Yes, as the matter may be carried, and And I could do so too; but that I know, whereby
There's more expected from the son and friend To manage the conveyance-Follow him. Of him whose fatal loss now shakes our natures, Lilad. You're rude: I say he shall not pass. Than sighs or tears, in which a village nurse,
(Exeunt CHARALOIS, and Advocates. Or cunning strumpet, when her knave is banged, Rom. You say so! On what assurance? May overcome us. We are men, young lord, For the well-cutting of his lordship's corns, Let us not do like women. To the court, Picking his toes, or any office else
And there speak like your birth : Wake sleeping Nearer to baseness !
justice, Lilad, Look upon me better;
Or dare the axe. This is a way will sort Are these the ensigns of so coarse a fellow? With what you are: I call you not to that Be well advised.
I will shrink from myself; I will deserve Rom. Out, rogue ! do not I know
Your thanks, or suffer with you-0 how bravely These glorious weeds spring from the sordid That sudden fire of anger shews in you! dunghill
Give fuel to it; since you are on a shelf Of thy officious baseness? Wert thou worthy Of extreme danger, suffer like yourself. [Ereunt. Of any thing from me, but my contempt, I would do more than this,- (Beats him.] more, SCENE II.-The Court of Justice.
you court-spider! Lilad. But that this man is lawless, he should | Enter Rochfort, Novall, sen. Presidents, find
CHARMI, DU CROY, BEAUMONT, Advocates, That I am valiant.
Officers, and three Creditors. 1 Cred. If your ears are fast,
Du Croy. Your lordships seated, may this 'Tis nothing. What's a blow or two? As much.
meeting prove 2 Cred. These chastisements as useful are as Prosperous to us, and to the general good of Bur. frequent
gundy! To such as would grow rich.
Nov. sen. Speak to the point. Rom. Are they so, rascals? I will befriend you Du Croy-Which is then
[Kicks them. With honour to dispose the place and power 1 Cred. Bear witness, sírs !
Of premier president, which this reverend man, Lilad. Truth, I have borne my part already, Grave Rochfort (whom for honour's sake I name), friends!
Is purposed to resign; a place, my lords, In the court you shall have more. [Exit. l In which he hath with such integrity
Performed the first and best parts of a judge, (Which guilty, nay, condemned men, dare not That, as his life transcends all fair examples
scandal) Of such as were before him in Dijon,
It will erect a trophy of your mercy,
Charmi. I will, my lord. To say, the late dead Du Croy. Let the love
marshal, And thankfulness we are bound to pay to good. The father of this young lord here, my client, ness,
Hath done his country great and faithful service, In this o'ercome your modesty.
Might tax me of impertinence, to repeat Roch. My thanks
What your grave lordships cannot but rememFor this great favour shall prevent your trouble.
ber: The honourable trust that was imposed
He, in his life, became indebted to Upon my weakness, since you witness for me These thrifty men, (I will not wrong their credits, It was not ill discharged, I will not mention; By giving them the attributes they now merit,) Nor now, if age had not deprived me of And failing, by the fortune of the wars, The little strength I had to govern well
Of means to free himself from his engagements, The province that I undertook, forsake it. He was arrested, and, for want of bail,
Nov. sen. That we could lend you of our years! Imprisoned at their suit; and, not long after, Du Croy. Or strength!
With loss of liberty ended his life. Noo. sen. Or, as you are, persuade you to con- And, though it became a maxim in our laws, tinue
All suits die with the person, these men's malice The noble exercise of your knowing judgment! In death finds matter for their hate to work on, Roch. That may not be; nor can your lord. Denying him the decent rites of burial, ships' goodness,
Which the sworn enemies of the christian faith Since your employments have conferred upon Grant freely to their slaves. May it therefore
please Sufficient wealth, deny the use of it;
Your lordships so to fashion your decree, And though old age, when one foot's in the That, what their cruelty doth forbid, your pity grave,
May give allowance to. In many, when all humours else are spent, Nor. sen. How long have you, sir, practised in Feeds no affection in them, but desire
court? To add height to the mountain of their riches, Charmi. Some twenty years, my lord, In me it is not so. I rest content
Nov. sen. By your gross ignorance, it should With the honours and estate I now possess :
appear, And, that I may have liberty to use,
Not twenty days. What Heaven, still blessing my poor industry, Charmi. I hope I have given no cause in this, Hath made me master of, I pray the court To ease me of my burthen, that I may
Nov. sen. How dare you move the court Employ the small reinainder of my life
To the dispensing with an act confirmed In living well, and learning how to die so. By parliament, to the terror of all bankrupts ?
Go home! and with more care peruse the staEnter Romont and CHARALOIS.
tutes : Rom. See, sir, our advocate.
Or the next motion, savouring of this boldness, Du Croy. The court entreats
May force you, sir, to leap (against your will) Yo'ir lordship will be pleased to name the man, Over the place you plead at. Which you would have your successor, and in me Charmi. I foresaw this. All promise to confirm it.
Rom. Why, does your lordship think the moRoch. I embrace it As an assurance of their favour to me,
A cause, more honest than this court had ever And name my lord Novall.
The honour to determine, can deserve Du Croy. The court allows it.
A check like this? Roch. But there are suitors wait here, and Nov. sen. Strange boldness! their causes
Rom. 'Tis fit freedom: May be of more necessity to be heard;
Or, do you conclude, an advocate cannot hold I therefore wish that mine may be deferred, His credit with the judge, unless he study And theirs have hearing.
His face more than the cause for which he pleads? Du Croy. If your lordship please (To Nov.sen. Charmi. Forbear! To take the place, we will proceed.
Rom. Or cannot you, that have the power Charmi. The cause
To qualify the rigour of the laws,
The strictness of your sour decrees, enacted Or rhetoric in me that plead, or favour
In favour of the greedy creditors, From your grave lordships, to determine of it; Against the overthrown debtor? Since to the praise of your impartial justice Nov. sen, Sirrah! you that prate
Thus saucily, what are you?
To quit the burden of a hopeless life, Rom. Why, I'll tell thee,
Than scorn of death, or duty to the dead. Thou purple-coloured man! I am one, to whom I, therefore, bring the tribute of my praise Thou owest the means thou hast of sitting there, To your severity, and commend the justice, A corrupt elder.
That will not, for the many services Charmi. Forbear.
That any man hath done the commonwealth, Rom. The nose thou wear'st is my gift, and Wink at his least of ills. What though my fathose eyes,
ther That meet no object so base as their master, Writ man before he was so, and confirmed it, Had been long since torn from that guilty head, By numbering that day no part of his life, And thou thyself slave to some needy Swiss, In which he did not service to his country; Had I not worn a sword, and used it better Was he to be free therefore from the laws, Than in thy prayers thou ever didst thy tongue. And ceremonious form in your decrees? Nov. sen. Shall such an insolence pass unpu- Or else, because he did as much as man, nished!
In those three memorable overthrows, Charmi. Hear me.
At Granson, Morat, Nancy, where his master, Rom. Yet I, that, in my service done my coun- The warlike Charalois (with whose misfortunes try,
I bear his name) lost treasure, men, and life, Disdain to be put in the scale with thee, To be excused from payment of those sums Confess myself unworthy to be valued
Which (his own patrimony spent) his zeal With the least part, nay, hair of the dead mar- To serve his country forced him to take up? shal;
Nov. sen. The precedent were ill. Of whose so many glorious undertakings,
Char. And yet, my lord, this much
He forced the proud foe, in his height of conRom. If that curses,
quest, Urged justly, and breathed forth so, ever fell To yield unto an honourable peace, On those that did deserve them, let not mine And in it saved an hundred thousand lives, Be spent in vain now, that thou, from this in- To end his own, that was sure proof against stant,
The scalding summer's heat, and winter's frost, Mayest, in thy fear that they will fall upon thee, Ill airs, the cannon, and the enemy's sword, Be sensible of the plagues they shall bring with In a most loathsome prison. them.
Du Croy. 'Twas his fault
To be so prodigal.
Char. Sufficient, my lords ? You sit at home, And, while you live, your riotous heirs undo you! And, though your fees are boundless at the bar, And thou, the patron of their cruelty,
Are thrifty in the charges of the warOf all thy lordships live not to be owner But your wills be obeyed. To these I turn, Of so much dung as will conceal a dog, To these soft-hearted men, that wisely know Or, what is worse, thyself in! And thy years, They're only good men that pay what they owe. To th' end thou mayst be wretched, I wish many; 2 Cred. And so they are. And, as thou hast denied the dead a grave, i Cred. 'Tis the city doctrine; May misery in thy life make thee desire one, We stand bound to maintain it. Which men, and all the elements, keep from Char. Be constant in it; thee !
And, since you are as merciless in your natures, I have begun well ;, imitate, exceed. (To CHAR. As base and mercenary in your means, Roch. Good counsel, were it a praise-worthy By which you get your wealth, I will not urge
deed. (Exeunt officers with Romont. The court to take away one scruple from Du Croy. Remember what we are.
The right of their laws, or (wish Jone good thought Char. Thus low my duty
In you to mend your disposition with. Answers your lordship’s counsel
. I will use, I know there is no music to your ears In the few words with which I am to trouble So pleasing as the groans of men in prison, Your lordship’s ears, the temper that you wish And that the tears of widows, and the cries me:
Of famished orphans, are the feasts that take Not that I fear to speak my thoughts as loud,
you. And with a liberty beyond Romont ;
That to be in your danger, with more care But that I know, for me, that am made up Should be avoided than infectious air, Of all that's wretched, so to haste my end, The loathed embraces of diseased women, Would seem to most rather a willingness A flatterer's poison, or the loss of honour.
Yet, rather than my father's reverend dust To my own cause. Already I have found
And press your loves no farther.
Du Croy. There is nothing That have worn out his life: in my best strength The court can g rant, but with assurance you I'll run to the encounter of cold hunger,
May ask it, and obtain it. And chuse my dwelling where no sun dares enter, Řoch. You encourage a bold petitioner, and So he may be released.
'tis not fit i Cred. What mean you, sir?
Your favours should be lost : Besides, it has been 2 Advo. Only your fee again: There's so A custom many years, at the surrendering much said
The place I now give up, to grant the president Already in this cause, and said so well,
One boon, that parted with it. And, to confirm That, should I only offer to speak in it,
Your grace towards me, against all such as may I should be or not heard, or laughed at for it. Detract my actions and life hereafter, i Cred. ’lis the first money advocate e'er gave I now prefer it to you. back,
Du Croy. Speak it freely. Though he said nothing.
Roch. I then desire the liberty of Romont, Roch. Be advised, young lord,
And that my lord Novall, whose private wrong And well consider it; you throw away
Was equal to the injury that was done Your liberty and joys of life together:
To the dignity of the court, will pardon it, Your bounty is employed upon a subject And now sign his enlargement. That is not sensible of it, with which wise man Nov. sen. Pray you demand Never abused his goodness. The great virtues The moiety of my estate, or any thing Of your dead father vindicate themselves Within my power but this. From these men's malice, and break ope the Roch. Am I denied then my first and last reprison,
quest? Though it contain his body.
Du Croy. It must not be. Nov. sen. Let him alone :
2 Pre. I have a voice to give in it. If he love cords, in God's name, let him wear 3 Pre. And I. them,
And, if persuasion will not work him to it, Provided these consent.
We will make known our power. Char. I hope they are not
Nov. sen. You are too violent; So ignorant in any way of profit,
You shall have my consent. But would you had As to neglect a possibility
Made trial of my love in any thing To get their own, by seeking it from that But this, you should have found then-But it Which can return them nothing but ill fame,
skills not. And curses for their barbarous cruelties.
You have what you desire. 3 Cred. What think you of the offer?
Roch. I thank your lordships. 2 Cred. Very well.
Du Croy. The court is up—Make way. i Cred. Accept it by all means : Let's shut [Ereunt all but ROCHFORT and BEAUMONT.
Roch. I follow you. Beaumont !
Roch. You are a scholar, Beaumont,
peared Du Croy. What's your answer?
The piety and brave behaviour of 2 Cred. Speak you for all.
Young Charalois to you? i Cred. Why, let our executions,
Beaum. It is my wonder, That lie upon the father, be returned
Since I want language to express it fully; Upon the son, and we release the body.
And sure the colonel Nov. sen. The court must grant you that. Roch. Fie! he was faulty. What present mo
Char. I thank your lordships. They have in it confirmed on me such glory, Beaum. There is no want As no time can take from me. I am ready: Of any sum a private man has use for. Come, lead me where you please: Captivity, Roch. 'Tis well : That comes with honour, is true liberty. I am strangely taken with this Charalois. [Ereunt CHARALOIS, CHARMI, Creditors, Methinks, from his example, the whole age and Officers.
Should learn to be good, and continue so. Nov. sen. Strange rashness !
Virtue works strangely with us; and his goodRoch. A brave resolution rather,
ness, Worthy a better fortune: but, however, Rising above his fortune, seems to me, It is not now to be disputed ; therefore Prince-like, to will, not ask a courtesy. (Exeunt.
ney have I?
SCENE I.-A Street before the Prison. Enter funeral. The body borne by four. Cap.
tains and soldiers, mourners, 'scutcheons, &c. Enter PONTALIER, MALOTIN, and BEAUMONT, in very good order. CHARALOIS and ROMONT Malot. 'Tis strange.
meet it. CHARALOIS speaks. ROMONT weeping. Beaum. Methinks so.
Solemn musick. Three Creditors. Pont. In a man but young,
Char, How like a silent stream shaded with Yet old in judgment; theorick and practick,
night, In all humanity, and (to increase the wonder) And gliding softly with our windy sighs, Religious, yet a soldier, that he should
Moves the whole frame of this solemnity! Yield his free-living youth a captive, for Tears, sighs and blacks filling the simile ; The freedom of his aged father's corpse, Whilst I, the only murmur in this grove And rather chuse to want life's necessaries, Of death, thus hollowly break forth.– Vouchsafe Liberty, hope of fortune, than it should To stay awhile.-Rest, rest in peace, dear earth! In death be kept from christian ceremony, Thou that brought'st rest to their unthankful lives,
Malat. Come, 'tis a golden precedent in a son Whose cruelty denied thee rest in death! To let strong Nature have the better hand, Here stands thy poor executor, thy son, (In such a case) of all affected reason.
That makes his life prisoner to bail thy death ; What years sit on this Charalois ?
Who gladlier puts on this captivity, Beaum. Twenty-eight;
virgins, long in love, their wedding weeds. For since the clock did strike him seventeen old, Of all that ever thou hast done good to, Under his father's wing this son hath fought, These only have good memories; for they Served and commanded, and so aptly both, Remember best, forget not gratitude. That sometimes he appeared his father's father, I thank you for this last and friendly love; And never less than his son; the old man's virtues
[To SOLD. So recent in him, as the world may swear, And though this country, like a viperous mother, Nought but a fair tree could such fair fruit bear. Not only hath eat up ungratefully Pont. But wherefore lets he such a barbarous All means of thee, her son, but last thyself, law,
Leaving thy heir so bare and indigent, And men more barbarous to execute it,
He cannot raise thee a poor monument, Prevail on his soft disposition,
Such as a flatterer or an usurer hath; That he had rather die alive for debt
Thy worth, in every honest breast, builds one, Of the old man in prison, than they should Making their friendly bearts thy funeral stone. Rob him of sepulture, considering
Pont, Sir. These monies borrowed bought the lenders peace, Char. Peace ! O peace ! This scene is wholly And all their means they enjoy, nor were diffused
mine. In any impious or licentious path?
What! Weep ye, soldiers ? Blanch not.-ROBeaum. True! for my part, were it my father's
mont weeps. trunk,
Ha ! let me see ! my miracle is eased, The tyrannous ram-heads with their horns should The jailors and the creditors do weep; gore it,
E'en they, that make us weep, do weep themOr cast it to their curs, than they less currish,
selves. Ere prey on me so with their lion-law,
Be these thy body's balm! These and thy virtue Being in my free will (as in his) to shun it. Keep thy fame ever odoriferous,
Pont, Alas! he knows himself in poverty lost : Whilst the great, proud, rich, undeserving man, For in this partial avaricious age
Alive, stinks in his vices, and, being vanished, What price bears honour? virtue ? Long ago The golden calf that was an idol, decked It was but praised and freezed; but now-a days With marble pillars, jet and porphyry, 'Tis colder far, and has nor love nor praise : Shall quickly both in bone and name consume, The very praise now freezeth too; for nature Though wrapt in lead, spice, searcloth and perDid make the heathen far more christian then,
fume! Than knowledge us, less heathenish, christian. 1 Cred. Sir. Malot. This morning is the funeral ?
Char. What? Away, away, for shame ! you, Pont. Certainly,
prophane rogues, And from this prison,—twas the son's request, Must not be mingled with these holy relicks : That his dear father might interment have. This is a sacrifice ; our shower shall crown See, the young son enter'd a lively grave ! His sepulchre with olive, myrrh and bays, Beaum. They come-observe their order. The plants of peace, of sorrow, victory;
Your tears would spring but weeds.