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Remember him, the Villain, righteous Heaven
In thy great Day of Vengeance ! Blast the Traitor
And his pernicious Counsels; 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 Highness' Pardon----
Have we fo foon forgot those Days of Ruin,
When Pork 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 Passers by,
Our groaning Country bled at every Vein,
When Murders, Rapes, and Massacres prevaild;
When Churches, Palaces, and Cities blaz’d;
With Infolence and Barbarism triumph’d,
And swept away Distinction ; Peasants trod
Upon the Necks of Nobles; low were laid
The Reverend Crosier, and the Holy Mitre,
And Defolation cover'd all the Land ;
Who can remember this, and not, like me,
Here vow to sheath a Dagger in his Heart,
Whofe damn’d Ambition would renew those Horrors;
And fet, once more, that Scene of Blood before us?

Gloft. How now! so hot!
L. Haft So brave, and so refoly’d.

Glost. Is then our Friend hip of fo little moment,

you could arm your Hand against my Life? .
L. Hast. I hope your Highness does not think I mean it,
No, Heaven foresend that e'er your Princely Person
Should come within the scope of my Refentment.


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Gloft. Oh! Noble Huftings! Nay, I must embrace you:

[Embraces bin
By holy Paul! y’are a right honest Man ;
The Time is full of Danger and Distrust,
And warns us to be wary. Hold me not
Too apt for Jealousy 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. Hast. Accept what Thanks a grateful Heart should pay.
Oh! Princely Glafter ! judge me not ungentle,
Of Manners rude, and infolent of Speech,
If, when the Publick Safety is in question,
My Zeal flows warm and eager from my Tongue.

Gloft. Enough of this: To deal in wordy Compliment
ks much against the Plainness of my Nature ;
I judge you by my felf, a clear true Spirit,
And, as such, once more join you to my Bofom ;
Farewel, and be
ny Friend.

[Exit Glofter.
L. Haft. I am not read,
Not skilld and practis'd in the Arts of Greatness,
To kindle thus, and give a Scope to Passion:
The Duke is surely noble ;but he touch'd me
Ev'n on the tend'reft Point; the Mafter-string
That makes moft Harmony or Discord to me.
I own the glorious Subject fires my Breaft,
And my Soul's darling Passion stands confest,
Beyond or Love's or Friend'hip’s facred Band,
Beyond my felf, I prize iny Native Land:

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On this Foundation would I build my Fame,
And einulate the Greek and Roman Name ;
Think Eng and's Peace bought cheaply with my Blood,
And die with Pleasure for my Country's Good


The End of the Third AZ.




Scene Contiitnes.




I Go

Enter Duke of Glofter, Ratcliffe, and Catesby. Gift.

THis was the Sum of all ; that he would brcok

No Alteration in the prefent State.
Marry ! at last, the testy Gentleman
Was almoft mov'd to bid us bold Defiance;
Bue there I drop'd the Argument, and changing
The firft Delign and Purport of my Speech,
I prais'd his good Affection to young Edward,
And Icft him to believe my Thoughts like his.
Proceed we then in this foremention’d Matter,
As nothing bound or trusting to his Friendship.

Rat, Ill does it thus betal. I cou'd have wish'd
This Lord had food with us.. His Friends are wealthy.,
Thereto, his own Poffeffion's large and mighty;
The Vafals and Dependants on his Power
Firm in, Adherance, ready, bold and many;
His Name has been of Vantage to your Highness,
And stood our present Purpose much in stead.

Gloft. This wayward and perverse declining from us;
Has warranted at full the friendly Notice,
Which we this Morn receiv'd. I bold it certain,
This puling whining Harlot rules his Reafon,


And prompts his Zeal for Edward's Bastard Brood.

Cat. If the have such Dominion o'er his Heart,
And turn it at her Will; you rule her Fate,
And should, 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 she live,
If not to yield Obedience to your Pleasure,
To speak, to act, to think as you command?

Rust. Let her instruct her Tongue to bear your Message;
Teach every Gruce to smile in your Behalf,
And her deluding Eyes to gloat for you ;
His ductile Reaton will be wound about,
Be led and turn'd again, fay and unfay,
Receive the Yoak, and yield exact Obedience.

Gloft. Your Counsel likes ine well, it shall be follow'di
She waits without, attending on her Suit.
Go, call her in, and leave us here alone. [Exeunt Rat, and Cats
How poor a Thing is he, how worthy Scorn,
Who leaves the Guidance of Imperial Manhood
To such a paltry piece of Stuff as this is :
A Muppet nade 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 Reaton given
For such a Ufe! To be thus puff'd about
Like a dry Leaf, an idle Straw, a Feather,
The Sport of every whitfting Blast that blows?
Behrew ipy Heart, but it is wondrous strange ;
Sure there is something more than Witchcraft in them,
That malters ev’n the wifeft of us all.


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