Remember him, the Villain, righteous Heaven
In thy great Day of Vengeance! Blast the Traitor
And his pernicious Counfels; who for Wealth,
For Pow'r, the Pride of Greatness, or Revenge,
Would plunge his Native Land in Civil Wars.
Gloft. You go too far, my Lord.

L. Haft. Your Highnefs' Pardon------

Have we fo foon forgot thofe Days of Ruin,
When York and Lancaster drew forth the Battles;
When, like a Matron, butcher'd by her Sons,
And caft befide fome common Way a Spectacle
Of Horror and Affright to Paffers by,
Our groaning Country bled at every Vein,
When Murders, Rapes, and Maffacres prevail'd;
When Churches, Palaces, and Cities blaz'd;
With Infolence and Barbarifm triumph'd,
And fwept away Distinction; Peasants trod
Upon the Necks of Nobles; low were laid
The Reverend Crofier, and the Holy Mitre,
And Defolation cover'd all the Land;

Who can remember this, and not, like me,
Here vow to fheath a Dagger in his Heart,

Whofe damn'd Ambition would renew thofe Horrors;
And fet, once more, that Scene of Blood before us?
Gloft. How now! fo hot!

L. Haft So brave, and fo refolv'd.

Gloft. Is then our Friendship of fo little moment, That you could arm your Hand against my Life?

L. Haft. I hope your Highness does not think I mean it, No, Heaven forefend that e'er your Princely Perfon

Should come within the Scope of my Refentment.

Gleft

Gbft. Oh! Noble Haftings! Nay, I must embrace you:

[Embraces bine

By holy Paul! y'are a right honeft Man;
The Time is full of Danger and Distrust,
And warns us to be wary. Hold me not
Too apt for Jealoufy and light Surmize,
If when I meant to lodge you next my Heart,
I put your Truth to trial. Keep your Loyalty,
And live your King and Country's best Support:
For me, I ask no more than Honour gives,

'To think me yours, and rank me with your Friends.

L. Haft. Accept what Thanks a grateful Heart fhould pay.

Oh! Princely Glafter! judge me not ungentle,

Of Manners rude, and infolent of Speech,

If, when the Publick Safety is in queftion,

My Zeal flows warm and eager from my Tongue.

Gloft. Enough of this: To deal in wordy Compliment
As much against the Plainnefs of my Nature;

I judge you by my felf, a clear true Spirit,
And, as fuch, once more join you to my
Farewel, and be my Friend.

L. Haft. I am not read,

Bofom

[Exit Glofter.

Not skill'd and practis'd in the Arts of Greatnefs,
To kindle thus, and give a Scope to Passion:
The Duke is furely noble ; but he touch'd me
Ev'n on the tend'reft Point; the Mafter-string
That makes moft Harmony or Difcord to me.
I own the glorious Subject fires my Breast,
And my Soul's darling Paffion ftands confeft,
Beyond or Love's or Friend/hip's facred Band,
Beyond my felf,, I prize my Native Land.::

On.

On this Foundation would I build my Fame,
And emulate the Greek and Roman Name;
Think Eng and's Peace bought cheaply with

my

And die with Pleafure for my Country's Good

The End of the Third Act.

Blood,

[Exit,

ACT

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ACT IV. SCENE I.

Scene Continues.

Enter Duke of Glofler, Ratcliffe, and Catesby.

"His was the Sum of all, that he would brook

TH

No Alteration in the prefent State.

Marry! at laft, the tefty Gentleman

Was almoft mov'd to bid us bold Defiance;
But there I drop'd the Argument, and changing
The firft Design and Purport of my Speech,
I prais'd his good Affection to young Edward,
And left him to believe my Thoughts like his.
Proceed we then in this foremention'd Matter,
As nothing bound or trufting to his Friendship.

Rat. Ill does it thus befal. I cou'd have wish'd
This Lord had flood with us. His Friends are wealthy,
Thereto, his own Poffeffions large and mighty;

The Vaffals and Dependants on his Power

Firm in Adherance, ready, bold and many;

His Name has been of Vantage to your Highness,
And flood our prefent Purpofe much in ftead.

Gloft. This wayward and perverfe declining from us;
Has warranted at full the friendly Notice,

Which we this Morn receiv'd. I hold it certain,
This puling whining Harlot rules his Reason,

And

And prompts his Zeal for Edward's Baftard Brood.
Cat. If the have fuch Dominion o'er his Heart,
And turn it at her Will, you rule her Fate,

And fhould, by Inference and apt Deduction,
Be Arbiter of his. Is not her Bread,
The very Means immediate to her Being,
The Bounty of your Hand. Why does fhe live,
If not to yield Obedience to your Pleasure,

To fpeak, to act, to think as you command?

Rat. Let her inftru&t her Tongue to bear your Meffage;
Teach every Grace to smile in your Behalf,
And her deluding Eyes to gloat for you;

His ductile Reason will be wound about,
Be led and turn'd again, fay and unfay,

Receive the Yoak, and yield exact Obedience.

Gloft. Your Counfel likes me well, it fhall be follow'd.

She waits without, attending on her Suit.

Go, call her in, and leave us here alone. [Exeunt Rat, and Cat.

How poor a Thing is he, how worthy Scorn,

Who leaves the Guidance of Imperial Manhood
To fuch a paltry piece of Stuff as this is:
A Muppet made of Prettiness and Pride;

That oftner does her giddy Fancies change,

Than glittering Dew-drops in the Sun do Colours

Now shame upon it! Was our Reason given
For fuch a Ufe! To be thus puff'd about

Like a dry Leaf, an idle Straw, a Feather,

The Sport of every whifting Blaft that blows?
Behrew iny Heart, but it is wondrous ftrange;

Sure there is fomething more than Witchcraft in them,
That maiters ev'n the wifeft of us all.

Enter