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The fact I am charged with, and yield myself Char. True, and did it by your doom.
Most miserably guilty.

Roch. But Í pronounced it
Roch. Heaven take mercy

As a judge only, and a friend to justice, Upon your soul, then! It must leave your body.- And, zealous in defence of your wronged honour, Now free mine eyes; I dare unmoved look on her, Broke all the ties of nature, and cast oft, And fortity my sentence with strong reasons. The love and soft affection of a father.

(CHAR. unbinds his eyes. I, in your cause, put on a scarlet robe Since that the politic law provides that servants, of red-dyed cruelty; but, in return, To whose care we commit our goods, shall die, You have advanced for me no flag of mercy. If they abuse our trust; what can you look for, I looked on you as a wronged husband; but To whose charge this most hopeful lord gave up You closed your eyes against me as a father. All he received from his brave ancestors, O Beaumelle! my daughter ! Or he could leave to his posterity,

Char. This is madness. His honour, wicked woman ! in whose safety Roch. Keep from me!-Could not one good All his life's joys and comforts were locked up,

thought rise up Which thy hot lust, a thief, hath now stolen from To tell you that she was my age's comfort,

Begot by a weak man, and born a woman, And therefore

And could not, therefore, but partake of frailty? Char. Stay, just judge ;--may not what's lost Or wherefore did not thankfulness step forth, By her one fault (for I am charitable,

To urge my many merits, which I may And charge her not with many) be forgotten Object unto you, since you prove ungrateful, In her fair life hereafter ?

Flint-hearted Charalois ? Roch. Never, sir.

Char. Nature does prevail above your virtue. The wrong that's done to the chaste married bed Roch. No; it gives me eyes Repentant tears can never expiate;

To pierce the heart of your design against me: And be assured, to pardon such a sin,

I find it now, it was my state was aimed at. Is an offence as great as to commit it.

A nobler match was sought for, and the hours Char. I may not then forgive her?

I lived, grew tedious to you: my compassion Roch. Nor she hope it.

Towards you hath rendered me most miserable, Nor can she wish to live: No sun shall rise, And foolish charity undone myself. But ere it set shall shew her ugly lust

But there's a heaven above, from whose just In a new shape, and every one more horrid.

wreak Nay, even those prayers, which with such humble No mists of policy can hide offenders. fervour

Nov. sen. [within.) Force ope the doors ! -
She seems to send up yonder, are beat back;
And all suits which her penitence can proffer,

Enter NovALL sen. with Officers.
As soon as made, are with contempt thrown out O monster! cannibal !
Of all the courts of mercy.

Lay hold on him. My son! my son %RochChar. Let her die, then. [He stabs her.

fort, Better prepared, I am sure, I could not take her, 'Twas you gave liberty to this bloody wolf, Nor she accuse her father as a judge,

To worry all our comforts :—But this is Partial against her.

No time to quarrel; now give your assistance Beaumel. I approve his sentence,

For the revenge.
And kiss the executioner: My lust

Roch. Call it a fitter name,
Is now run from me in that blood, in which Justice for innocent blood.
It was begot and nourished.

(Dies. Char. Though all conspire Roch. Is she dead, then?

Against that life which I am weary of, Char. Yes, sir, this is her heart-blood, is it A little longer yet I'll strive to keep it, not?

To shew, in spite of malice and their laws, I think it be.

His plea must speed, that hath an honest cause. Roch. And you have killed her?

(Ereunt.

ACT V.

My name in my lord's bond but for form only, SCENE I.

And now you'll lay me up for it. Do not think

The taking measure of a customer
Enter Tailor, and two Bailiffs with LILADAM. By a brace of varlets, though I rather wait
Lilad. Why, it is both most unconscionable Never so patiently, will prove a fashion
and untimely,

Which any courtier or inns-of-court-man
To arrest a gallant for his clothes, before Would follow willingly.
He has worn them out. Besides, you said you

Tail. There I believe you.
asked

But, sir, I must have present monies, or

case :

Assurance to secure me when I shall ;

I yet could wish the justice, that you seek for Or I will see to your coming forth.

In the revenge, had been trusted to me, Lilad. Plague on it!

And not the uncertain issue of the laws: You have provided for my entrance in :

It has robbed me of a noble testimony That coming forth you talk of concerns me. Of what I durst do for him.-But, however, What shall I do? You have done me a disgrace My forfeit life redeemed by him, though dead, In the arrest, but more in giving cause

Shall do him service.
To all the street to think I cannot stand

Nov. sen. As far as my grief
Without these two supporters for my arms. Will give me leave, I thank you.
Pray you, let them loose me: For their satisfac- Lilad. O, my lord !
tion

Oh, my good lord ! deliver me from these fuI will not run away.

ries. Tail. For theirs you will not;

Pont. Arrested! This is one of them, whose But for your own you would. Look to him, fel

base lows!

And abject fattery helped to dig his grave: Lilad. Why do you call them fellows? Do He is not worth your pity, nor my anger.not wrong

Go to the basket, and repent. Your reputation so. As you are merely

Nov. sen. Away! I only know now to hate A tailor, faithful, apt to believe in gallants,

thee deadly : You are a companion at a ten-crown supper I will do nothing for thee. For cloth of bodkin, and may with one lark Lilad. Nor you, captain ? Eat up three manchets, and no man observe you, Pont. No: to your trade again; put off this Or call your trade in question for it. But, when You study your debt-book, and hold correspon- It may be, the discovering what you were dence

When your unfortunate master took you up, With officers of the hanger, and leave swords- May move compassion in your creditor. men,

Confess the truth. The learn'd conclude, the taylor and the serjeant, (Exeunt NoVALL sen, and PONTALIER. In the expression of a knave and thief,

Lilad. And, now I think on't better, To be synonyina. Look, therefore, to it, I will. Brother, your hand; your hand, sweet And let us part in peace; I would be loth

brother: You should undo yourself.

I am of your sect, and my gallantry but a dream,

Out of which these two fearful apparitions, Enter Old NOVALL and PONTALIER.

Against my will, have waked me. This rich Tail. To let you go

sword Were the next way. But, see! here's your old Grew suddenly out of a tailor's bodkin; lord ;

These hangers from my vails and fees in hell; Let him but give his word I shall be paid, And where as now this beaver fits, full often And you are free.

A thrifty cap, composed of broad-cloth lists, Lilad. 'Slid! I'll put him to it;

Near-kin unto the cushion where I sat I can be but denied: or—what say you? *Cross-legged, and yet ungartered, hath been seen His lordship owing me three times your debt, Our breakfasts, famous for the buttered loaves, If you arrest him at my suit, and let me I have with joy been oft acquainted with; Go run before, to see the action entered, And therefore use a conscience, though it be 'Twould be a witty jest !

Forbidden in our hall towards other men, Tail. I must have earnest:

To me, that, as I have been, will again I cannot pay my debts so.

Be of the brotherhood. Pont. Can your lordship

Officer. I know him now; Imagine, while I live, and wear a sword, He was a 'prentice to Le Robe at Orleance. Your son's death shall be unrevenged?

Lilad. And from thence brought by my young Nov. sen. I know not

lord, now dead, One reason why you should not do like others : Unto Dijon; and with him, till this hour, I am sure, of all the herd that fed upon him, Have been received here for a complete monI cannot see in any, now he's gone,

sieur : In pity or in thankfulness, one true sigu Nor wonder at it; for, but tithe our gallants, Of sorrow for him.

Even those of the first rank, and you will find, Pont. All his bounties yet

In every ten, one, peradventure two, Fell not in such unthankful ground: 'Tis true, That smell rank of the dancing-school or fiddle, He had weaknesses, but such as few are free The pantofle or pressing.iron :-But hereafter from ;

We'll talk of this. I will surrender up And, though none soothed them less than I, (for My suits again; there cannot be much loss: now,

'Tis but the turning of the lace, with one To say that I foresaw the dangers that

Addition more you know of, and what wants Would rise from cherishing them, were but un

I will work out. timely,)

Tail. Then here our quarrel ends :

[MASSINGER

The gallant is turned tailor, and all friends. Though they are too familiar I deserve them.

[Ereunt. And, knowing too what blood my sword hath

drunk,
SCENE II.The Court of Justice. In wreak of that disgrace, they yet forbear

To shake their heads, or to revile me for
Enter ROMONT and BEAUMONT.

A murderer ; they rather all put on
Rom. You have them ready?

(As for great losses the old Romans used)
Beaum. Yes; and they will speak

A general face of sorrow, waited on
Their knowledge in this cause, when thou think'st By a sad murmur, breaking thrcugh their silence,
fit

And no eye but was readier with a tear
To have them called upon.

To witness 'twas shed for me, than I could
Rom. 'Tis well, and something

Discern a face made up with scorn against me. I can add to their evidence, to prove

Why should I, then, though for unusual wrongs This brave revenge, which they would have called I chose unusual means to right those wrongs, murder,

Condemn myself, as over partial
A noble justice.

In my own cause ?-Romont !
Beaum. In this you express

Rom. Best friend, well met!
(The breach, by my lord's want of you, new made By my heart's love to you, and join to that,
up?

My thankfulness that still lives to the dead, A faithful friend.

i look upon you now with more true joy, Rom. That friendship’s raised on sand, Than when I saw you married. Which every sudden gust of discontent,

Char. You have reason Or flowing of our passions, can change, To give you warrant for it. My falling off As if it ne'cr had been :-But do you know From such a friendship, with the scorn that anWho are to sit on him ?

swered Beaum. Monsieur Du Croy,

Your too prophetic counsel, may well move you Assisted by Charmi.

To think your meeting me, going to my death, Rom. The advocate,

A fit encounter for that hate, which justly That pleaded for the marshal's funeral,

I have deserved from you.
And was checked for it by Novall?

Rom. Shall I still, then,
Beaum. The same.

Speak truth, and be ill understood ?
Rom. How fortunes that?

Char. You are not.
Beaun. Why, sir, my lord Novall,

I'm conscious I have wronged you; and allow me
Being the accuser, cannot be the judge; Only a moral man, to look on you,
Nor would grieved Rochfort, but lord Charalois Whom foolishly I have abused and injured,
(However he might wrong him by his power) Must of necessity be more terrible to me,
Should bave an equal hearing.

Than any death the judges can pronounce
Rom. By my hopes

From the tribunal which I am to plead at.
Of Charalois' acquittal, I lament

Rom, Passion transports you. That reverend old man's fortune.

Char. For what I have done Beurum. Had you seen hini,

To

my false lady, or Novall, I can
As to my grief I have, now promise patience, Give some apparent cause ; but touching you,
And ere it was believed, though spake by him In my detence, childlike, I can say nothing
That never brake his word, enraged again But, I am sorry for it; a poor satisfaction !
So far as to make war upon those hairs,

And yet, mistake me not; for it is more
Which not a barbarous Scythian durst presume

Than I will speak, to have my pardon signed To touch, but with a superstitious fear,

For all I stand accused of. As something sacred ;-and then curse his daugh- Rom. You much weaken ter,

The strength of your good cause, should you but But with more frequent violence himself,

think, As if he had been guilty of her fault,

A man for doing well could entertain By being incredulous of your report,

A pardon, were it offered. You have given You would not only judge him worthy pity,

To blind and slow-paced justice wings and eyes, But suffer with him.-—But here comes the priso- To see and overtake impieties, ner;

Which from a cold proceeding had received

Indulgence or protection.
Enter Officers, with CHARALOIS.

Char. Think you so?
I dare not stay to do my duty to him;

Rom. Upon my soul! nor should the blood Yet, rest assured, all possible means in me

you challenged, To do him service, keeps you company.

And took to cure your honour, breed more Rom. It is not doubted. (Erit BEAUMONT.

scruple Char. Why, yet, as I came hither,

In your soft conscience, than if your sword The people, apt to mock calamity,

Had been sheathed in a tyger or she-bear, And tread on the oppressed, made no horns at That in their bowels would have made your tomb: me,

To injure innocence is more than murder:

on me,

ness

But when inhuman lusts transform us, then Virtue, that was my patroness, betrayed me :
As beasts we are to suffer, not like men For, entering, nay, possessing, this young man,
To be lamented. Nor did Charalois ever It lent him such a powerful majesty,
Perform an act so worthy the applause

To grace whate'er he undertook, that freely Of a full theatre of perfect men,

I gave myself up with my liberty,
As he hath done in this. The glory got To be at his disposing. Had his person,
By overthrowing outward enemies,

Lovely I must confess, or far-famed valour,
Since strength and fortune are main sharers in it, or any other seeming good, that yet
We cannot, but by pieces, call our own :: Holds a near neighbourhood with ill, wrought
But, when we conquer our intestine foes,
Our passions bred within us, and of those I might have borne it better: But, when good
The most rebellious tyrant, powerful love,
Our reason suffering us to like no longer And piety itself, in her best figure,
Than the fair object, being good, deserves it, Were bribed to my destruction, can you blame
That's a true victory! which, were great men

me, Ambitious to achieve by your example,

Though I forget to suffer like a man,
Setting no price upon the breach of faith, Or rather act a woman?
But loss of life, 'twould fright adultery

Beaum. Good my lord !-
Out of their families; and make lust appear Nov. sen. You hinder our proceeding.
As loathsome to us in the first consent,

Charmi. And forget
As when 'tis waited on by punishment.

The parts of an accuser. Char. You have confirmed me. Who would Beaum. Pray you, remember love a woman,

To use the temper, which to me you promised. That might enjoy, in such a man, a friend ! Roch. Angels themselves must break, BeauYou've made me know the justice of my cause,

mont, that promise And marked me out the way how to defend it. Beyond the strength and patience of angels.

Rom. Continue to that resolution constant, But I have done:-My good lord, pardon me, And you shall, in contempt of their worst malice, A weak old man, and, pray you, add to that, Come off with honour.-Here they come. A miserable father ; yet be careful Char. I am ready.

That your compassion of my age, nor his,

Move you to any thing, that may mis-become Enter Du CROY, CHARMI, ROCHFORT, No

The place on which you sit. VALL sen. PONTALIER, and BEAUMONT,

Charmi. Read the indictment. Nov. sen. See, equal judges, with what confi- Char. It shall be needless; I myself, my dence

lords, The cruel murderer stands, as if he would Will be my own accuser, and confess Out-face the court and justice !

All they can charge me with, nor will I spare Roch. But look on him,

To aggravate that guilt with circumstance, And you shall find (for still methinks I do, They seek to load me with; only I pray, Though guilt hath dyed him black) something That, as for them you will vouchsafe me hear« good in him,

ing, That may perhaps work with a wiser man I may not be denied it for myself, Than I have been, again to set him free, When I shall urge by what unanswerable reasons And give him all he has.

I was compelled to what I did, which yet, Charm. This is not well.

Till you have taught me better, I repent not. I would you had lived so, my lord, that I,

Roch. The motion's honesto Might rather have continued your poor servant, Charmi. And 'tis freely granted. Than sit here as your judge.

Char. Then I confess, my lords, that I stood Du Croy. I am sorry for you

bound, Roch. În no act of my life I have deserved When, with my friends, even hope itself had left This injury from the court, that any here

me, Should thus uncivily usurp on what

To this man's charity for my liberty; Is proper to me only.

Nor did his bounty end there, but began : Du Croy. What distaste

For, after my enlargement, cherishing Receives my lord ?

The good he did, he made me master of Roch. You say you are sorry for him; His only daughter and his whole estate. A grief in which I must not have a partner. Great ties of thankfulness, I must acknowledge; Tis I alone am sorry, that when I raised Could any one, fee'd by you, press this further?-The building of my life, for seventy years, But yet consider, my most honour'd lords, Upon so sure a ground, that all the vices If to receive a favour make a servant, Practised to ruin man, though brought against And benefits are bonds to tie the taker me,

To the imperious will of him that gives, Could never undermine, and no way left There's none but slaves will receive courtesies, To send these gray hairs to the grave with sor- Since they must fetter us to our dishonours. row,

Can it be called magnificence in a prince,

To pour down riches, with a liberal hand, Your conscience, and these judges, free you from Upon a poor man's wants, if that must bind him what you are charged with!

So, farewell for To play the soothing parasite to his vices?

ever!

[Erit ROCHFORT. Or any man, because he saved my hand,

Nov. sen. I'll be mine own guide. Passion, nor Presume my head and heart are at his service ?

example,
Or, did I stand engaged to buy my freedom Shall be my leaders. I have lost a son,
(When my captivity was honourable)

A son, grave judges ! I require his blood
By making myself here, and fame hereafter, From his accursed homicide.
Bond-slaves to men's scorn, and calumnious Charmi. What reply you,
tongues?

In your defence, for this? Had his fair daughter's mind been like her fea- Char, I but attended tures,

Your lordship's pleasure.-For the fact, as of Or, for some little blemish, I had sought The former, I confess it; but with what For my content elsewhere, wasting on others Base wrongs I was unwillingly drawn to it, My body and her dower; my forehead then To

my

few words there are some other proofs, Deserved the brand of base ingratitude: To witness this for truth. When I was married, But if obsequious usage, and fair warning, (For there I must begin) the slain Novall To keep her worth my love, could not preserve Was to my wife, in way of our French courther

ship, From being a whore, and yet no cunning one, A most devoted servant; but yet aimed at So to offend, and yet the fault kept from me, Nothing but means to quench his wanton heat, What should I do? Let any free-born spirit His heart being never warmed by lawful fires, Determine truly, if that thankfulness,

As mine was, lords: and though, on these preChoice form, with the whole world given for a

sumptions, dowry,

Joined to the hate between his house and mine, Could strengthen so an honest man with pa- I might, with opportunity and ease, tience,

Have found a way for my revenge, I did not; As with a willing neck to undergo

But still he had the freedom as before, The insupportable yoke of slave, or wittol ! When all was mine: and, told that he abused it Charmi. What proof have you she did play with some unseemly licence, by my friend, false, besides

My approved friend, Romont, I gave no credit Your oath ?

To the reporter, but reproved him for it, Char. Her own confession to her father. As one uncourtly and malicious to him. I ask him for a witness.

What could I more, my lords? Yet, after this, Roch. 'Tis most true.

He did continue in his first pursuit, I would not willingly blend my last words Hotter than ever, and at length obtained it; With an untruth.

But, how it came to my most certain knowledge, Char. And then to clear myself,

For the dignity of the court, and my own honour, That his great wealth was not the mark I shot at, I dare not say. But that I held it, when fair Beaumelle

Nov. sen. If all may be believed Fell from her virtue, like the fatal gold

A pasionate prisoner speaks, who is so foolish, Which Brennus took from Delphos, whose pos- That durst be wicked, that will appear guilty? session

No, my grave lords; in his impunity Brought with it ruin to himself and army, But give example unto jealous men Here's one in court, Beaumont, by whom I sent To cut the throats they hate, and they will never All grants and writings back which made it Want matter or pretence for their bad ends. mine,

Charmi. You must find other proofs to strengthen Before his daughter died by his own sentence,

these As freely as, unasked, he gave it to me.

But mere presumptions. Beaum. They are here to be seen.

Du Croy. Or we shall hardly Charmi. Open the casket.

Allow your innocence. Peruse that deed of gift.

Char. All your attempts Rom. Half of the danger

Shall fall on me, like brittle shafts on armour, Already is discharged: The other part

That break themselves; or waves against a rock, As bravely, and you are not only free,

That leave no sign of their ridiculous fury But crowned with praise for ever.

But foam and splinters : my innocence like these Du Croy. 'Tis apparent.

Shall stand triumphant, and your malice serve Charmi. Your state, my lord, again is yours. But for a trumpet to proclaim my conquest. Roch. Not mine;

Nor shall you, though you do the worst fate can, I am not of the world. If it can prosper,

Howe'er condemn, affright an honest man.
(And yet, being justly got, I'll not examine Rom. May it please the court, I may be heard ?
Why it should be so fatal) do you bestow it Nuo. sen. You come not
On pious uses : I'll go seek a grave.

To rail again? But do-you shall not find
And yet, for proof I die in peace, your pardon Another Rochfort.
I ask; and, as you grant it me, may Heaven,

Rom. In Novall I cannot;

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