In this overcome your modesty. Roch. My thanks For this great favour shall prevent your trouble. Nov. sen. Or, as you are, persuade you to con- The noble exercise of your knowing judgement! Roch. That may not be; nor can your lordships' goodness, Since your employments have conferred upon me Sufficient wealth, deny the use of it; And though old age, when one foot is in the grave, In many, when all humours else are spent, To add height to the mountain of their riches'; With the honours and estate I now possess. Enter ROMANT and CHARALOIS. Rom. See, sir, our advocate. Your lordship will be pleased to name the man, Roch. I embrace it As an assurance of their favour to me, And name my lord Novall. Du Croy. The court allows it. Nov. sen. Speak to the cause. Charmi. I will, my lord. To say, the late dead marshal, The father of this young lord here, my client, These thrifty men, (I will not wrong their credits, Your lordships so to fashion your decree, Nov. sen. How long have you, sir, practised in court? Charmi. Some twenty years, my lord. Nov. sen. By your gross ignorance, it should appear, Not twenty days. Charmi. I hope I have given no cause in this, my lord Nov. sen. How dare you move the court To the dispensing with an act confirmed By parliament, to the terror of all bankrupts ? Go home! and with more care peruse the sta tutes: Or the next motion, savouring of this boldness, Charmi. I foresaw this. Rom. Why, does your lordship think the moving of A cause, more honest than this court had ever Roch. But there are suitors wait here, and The honour to determine, can deserve their causes May be of more necessity to be heard, And therefore wish that mine may be deferred, And theirs have hearing. Du Croy. If your lordship please To take the place, we will proceed. Charmi. The cause We come to offer to your lordship's censure, It will erect a trophy of your mercy A check like this? Nov sen. Strange boldness! Rom. 'Tis fit freedom: Or, do you conclude, an advocate cannot hold His credit with the judge, unless he study His face more than the cause for which he pleads? Charmi. Forbear! Rom. Or cannot you, that have the power When you are pleased, take a little from Nov. sen. Sirrah! you that prate Rom. Yet I, that in my service done my coun- Disdain to be put in the scale with thee, Of whose so many glorious undertakings, Urged justly, and breathed forth so, ever fell And for denying of a little earth, To cover what remains of our great soldier, And, while you live, your riotous heirs undo you. I have begun well; imitate; exceed. Roch. Good counsel, were it a praise-worthy deed. [Exeunt officers with Roment. Du Croy. Remember what we are. Char. Thus low my duty Answers your lordship's counsel. I will use, In the few words with which I am to trouble Your lordship's ears, the temper that you wish me; Not that I fear to speak my thoughts as loud, But that I know, for me, that am made up Would seem to most rather a willingness That any man hath done the commonwealth, I know you'll grant; after those great defeatures, Enter Officers. Courage and hope in all men but himself, To yield unto an honourable peace, Du Croy. Twas his fault Nov. sen. He had from the state Sufficient entertainment for the army. Char. Sufficient, my lord? You sit at home, And, though your fees are boundless at the bar, Are thrifty in the charges of the warBut your wills be obeyed. To these I turn, To these soft-hearted men, that wisely know They're only good men that pay what they owe. 2 Cred. And so they are. 1 Cred. 'Tis the city doctrine; We stand bound to maintain it. Char, Be constant in it; And, since you are as merciless in your natures, I know there is no music to your ears That to be in your danger, with more care Should be avoided than infectious air, A prisoner for it. Load me with those irons And chuse my dwelling where no sun dares enter, So he may be released. 1 Cred. What mean you, sir? It is not now to be disputed; therefore Du Croy. There is nothing The court can grant, but with assurance you Roch. You encourage a bold petitioner, and 'tis not fit Your favours should be lost. Besides, it has been 2 Advo. Only your fee again: There's so much One boon that parted with it. And, to confirm said Already in this cause, and said so well, That, should I only offer to speak in it, I should not be heard, or laughed at for it. 1 Cred. 'Tis the first money advocate e'er gave back, 'Though he said nothing. Roch. Be advised, young lord, And well considerate; you throw away That is not sensible of it, with which a wise man Nov. sen. Let him alone: Your grace towards me, against all such as may Du Croy. Speak it freely. Roch. I then desire the liberty of Romont, And that my lord Novall, whose private wrong Was equal to the injury that was done To the dignity of the court, will pardon it, Nov. sen. Pray you demand The moiety of my estate, or any thing Roch. Am I denied then-my first and last re- Du Croy. It must not be. 2 Pre. I have a voice to give in it. 3 Pre. And I. If he love cords, a God's name, let him wear them, And, if persuasion will not work him to it, Provided these consent. Char. I hope they are not So ignorant in any way of profit, To get their own, by seeking it from that 3 Cred. What think you of the offer? 1 Cred. Accept it by all means: Let us shut him up; He is well shaped, and has a villainous tongue, Du Croy. What's your answer? 1 Cred. Why, let our executions, They have in it confirmed on me such glory, [Exit Charalois, Creditors, and Officers. We will make known our power. Nov sen. You are too violent; You shall have my consent. But would you Made trial of my love in any thing had But this, you should have found then-But it skills not. You have what you desire. Roch. I thank your lordships. Du Croy. The court is up-Make way. Roch. You are a scholar, Beaumont, And can search deeper into the intents of men, Than those that are less knowing. How appeared The piety and brave behaviour of Young Charalois to you? Beaum. It is my wonder, Since I want language to express it fully; Roch. Fie! he was faulty.-What present Beaum. There is no want Of any sum a private man has use for. I am strangely taken with this Charalois; Prince-like, to will, not ask a courtesy. [Exeunt. SCENE I. ACT II. Enter PONTALIER, MALOTIN and BEAUMONT. Malot. 'Tis strange. Pont. In a man but young, Yet old in judgment; theorick and practick, Beaum. Twenty-eight; For since the clock did strike him seventeen old, And men more barbarous to execute it, That he had rather die alive for debt Of the old man in prison, than they should Bedum. True! for my part, were it my father's trunk, The tyrannous ram-heads with their horns should gore it, Or cast it to their curs, than they less currish, And from this prison 'twas the son's request, [Recorders Music. See the young son enters alive the grave. Beaum. They come-Observe their order. Enter funeral. The body borne by four. Captains and soldiers, mourners, 'scutcheons, &c. in very good order. CHARALOIS and ROMONT meet it. Charalois speaks. Romont weeping. Solemn musick. Three creditors. Char. How like a silent stream shaded with And gliding softly with our windy sighs, Whose cruelty denied thee rest in death: I thank you for this last and friendly love; Char. Peace! O peace! This scene is wholly mine. 1 Cred. Would they so? We'll keep them to stop bottles then. Rom. No, keep them for your own sins, you rogues, Till you repent; you'll die else, and be damned. 2 Cred. Damned, ha! ha! ha! Rom. Laugh ye? 2 Cred. Yes, faith, sir; we would be very To please you either way. 1 Cred. You are never content, Crying nor laughing. Rom. Both with a birth, ye rogues. 2 Cred. Our wives, sir, taught us. glad Rom. Look, look, you slaves! your thankless cruelty, And savage manners of unkind Dijon, Exhaust these floods, and not his father's death. 1 Cred. 'Slid, sir! what would you, you're so cholerick! 2 Cred. Most soldiers are so, in faith.-Let him alone. They've little else to live on; we have not had A penny of him, have we? 3 Cred: 'Slight, would you have our hearts? 1 Cred. We have nothing but his body here in durance, That yet ne'er made his horse run from a foe. Wounded and hacked ye were, but never felled. My root is earthed, and I, a desolate branch, SONG. Fie! cease to wonder ! Though you hear Orpheus, with his ivory lute, Move trees and rocks, Charm bulls, bears, and men more savage,to be mute. 1 Cred. No farther! look to them at your own peril. 2 Cred. No, as they please :-Their master's a good man. I would they were at the Bermudas. Jailor. You must no farther.— The prison limits you, and the creditors Rom. Out, you wolfish mongrels! Whose brains should be knocked out, like dogs in July, Lest your infection poison a whole town. Char. They grudge our sorrow.-Your ill wills, Nov. jun. No autumn nor no age ever ap This heavenly piece, which nature having wrought, Lilad. Uds-light, my lord, one of the purls of Is, without all discipline, fallen out of his rank. Nov. jun. How? I would not for a thousand crowns she had seen it. Dear Liladam, reform it. Bella. Oh lord! Per se, lord! Quintessence of honour! she walks not under a weed that could deny thee any thing. Beaumel. Prythee peace, wench! thou dost but blow the fire that flames too much already. [Liladam and Aymer trim Novall, whilst Bellapert her lady. Aymer. By gad, my lord, you have the divinest taylor in Christendom; he hath made you look like an angel in your cloth of tissue doublet. Pont. This is a three-legged lord: There is a fresh assault. Oh! that men should spend time thus! See, see how her blood drives to her heart, and strait vaults to her cheeks again. Malot. What are these? Pont. One of them there, the lower, is a good, foolish, knavish, sociable gallimaufry of a man, and has much caught my lord with singing; he is master of a music house. The other is his dres |