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Du Croy. Let the love

Nov. sen. Speak to the cause. And thankfulness we are bound to pay to good- Charmi. I will, my lord. To say, the late dead ness,

marshal, In this overcome your modesty.

The father of this young lord here, my client, Roch. My thanks

Hath done his country great and faithful service, For this great favour shall prevent your trouble. Might tax me of impertinence, to repeat The honourable trust that was imposed

What your grave lordships cannot but remember : Upon my weakness, since you witness for me, He, in his life, became indebted to It was not ill discharged, I will not mention; These thrifty men, (I will not wrong their credits, Nor now, if age had not deprived me of By giving them the attributes they now merit) The little strength I had to govern well

And failing, by the fortune of the wars,
The province that I undertook, forsake it. Of means to free himself from his engagements,

Nov. sen. That we could send you of our years! He was arrested, and for want of bail,
Du Croy. Or strength!

Imprisoned at their suit: And not long after Nov. sen. Or, as you are, persuade you to con- With loss of liberty ended his life. tinue

And, though it be a maxim in our laws, The noble exercise of your knowing judgement ! All suits die with the person, these men's malice Roch. That may not be; nor can your lord- In death finds matter for their hate to work on, ships' goodness,

Denying him the recent rites of burial, Since your employments have conferred upon me Which the sworn enemies of the christian faith Sufficient wealth, deny the use of it;

Grant freely to their slaves : May it therefore And though old age, when one foot is in the please grave,

Your lordships 50 to fashion your decree, In many, when all humours else are spent, That, what their cruelty doth forbid, your pity Feeds no affection in them, but desire

May give allowance to. To add height to the mountain of their riches; Nov. sen. How long have you, sir, practised in In me it is not so; I rest content

court? With the honours and estate I now possess.

Charmi. Some twenty years, my lord. And, that I may have liberty to use,

Nov. sen. By your gross ignorance, it should apWhat Heaven, still blessing my poor industry,

pear, Hath made me master of, I pray the court Not twenty days. To ease me of my burthen; that I may

Charmi. I hope I have given no cause in this, Employ the small remainder of my life In living well, and learning how to die so. Nov. sen. How dare you move the court Enter Romant and CharAlois.

To the dispensing with an act confirmed

By parliament, to the terror of all bankrupts ? Rom. See, sir, our advocate.

Go home! and with more care peruse the staDu Croy. The court intreats

tutes : Your lordship will be pleased to name the man, Or the next motion, savouring of this boldness, Which you would have your successor, and in me May force you to leap (against your will) All promise to confirm it.

Over the place you plead at. Roch. I embrace it

Charmi. I foresaw this. As an assurance of their favour to me,

Rom. Why, does your lordship think the moAnd name my lord Novall.

ving of Du Croy. The court allows it.

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

A check like this?
May be of more necessity to be heard,

Nov sen. Strange boldness!
And therefore wish that mine may be deferred, Rom. 'Tis fit freedom :
And theirs have hearing.

Or, do you conclude, an advocate cannot hold Du Croy. If your lordship please

His credit with the judge, unless he study To take the place, we will proceed.

His face more than the cause for which he pleads? Charmi. The cause

Charmi. Forbear! We come to offer to your lordship's censure, Rom. Or cannot you, that have the power Js in itself so noble, that it needs not

To qualify the rigour of the laws, Or rhetoric in me that plead, or favour

When you are pleased, take a little from From your grave lordships, to determine of it; The strictness of your sour decrees, enacted Since to the praise of your impartial justice In favour of the greedy creditor, (Which guilty, nay, condemned men, dare not Against the overthrown debtor? scandal)

Nov. sen. Sirrah! you that prate It will erect a trophy of your mercy

Thus saucily, what are you? Which married to that justice

Rom. Why, I'll tell you,

my lord

those eyes,

Thou purple-coloured man! I am one to whom Would seem to most rather a willingness
Thou owest the means thou hast of sitting there, To quit the burden of a hopeless life,
A corrupt elder.

Than scorn of death, or duty to the dead.
Charai. Forbear!

I, therefore, bring the tribute of my praise Rom. The nose thou wearest is my gift, and to your severity, and commend the justice,

That will not, for the many services That meet no object so base as their master, That any man hath done the commonwealth, Had been long since torn from that guilty head, Wink at his least of ills: What though my father And thou thyself slave to some needy Swiss, Writ man before he was so, and confirmed it, Hai I not worn a sword, and used it better By numbering that day no part of his life, Than in thy prayers thou ever didst thy tongue.

In which he did not service to his country; Nor. ser. Shall such an insolence pass unpu- Was he to be free therefore from the laws, nished?

And ceremonious form in your decrees? Cherni. Hear me!

Or else, because he did as much as man, Ron. Yet I, that in my service done my coun- In those three memorable overthrows, try,

At Granson, Morat, Nancy, where his master, Disdain to be put in the scale with thee, The warlike Charalois (with whose misfortunes Coniess myself unworthy to be valued

I bear his name) lost treasure, men, and life, With the least part, nay, hair of the dead mar- To be excused from payment of those sums shal,

Which (his own patrimony spent) his zeal
Of wiose so many glorious undertakings, To serve his country, forced him to take up?
Male choice of any one, and that the meanest, Nov. sen. The precedent were ill.
Performed against the subtle fox of France, Char. And yet, my lord, thus much
The politic Lewis, or the more desperate Swiss, I know you'll grant; after those great defeatures,
And will outweigh all the good purpose,

Which in their dreadful ruins buried quick
Though put in act, that ever gownman practised.
Nor. ser. Away with him to prison !

Enter Officers.
Raa. If that curses,

Courage and hope in all men but himself, Ured justly, and breathed forth so, ever fell He forced the proud foe, in his height of conOn thuse that did deserve thein, let not mine

quest, Be

spent in vain now, that thou, from this instant, To yield unto an honourable peace, Masest, in thy fear that they will fall upon thee, And in it saved an hundred thousand lives, Be sensible of the plagues they shall bring with To end his own, that was sure proof against them.

The scalding summer's heat, and winter's frost, And for denying of a little earth,

Ill airs, the cannon, and the enemy's sword,
To cover what remains of our great soldier, In a most loathsoinc prison.
May all your wives prove whores, your factors Du Croy. 'Twas his fault

To be so prodigal.
And, while you live, your riotous heirs undo you. Nov. sen. He had from the state
And thou, the patron of their cruelty,

Suficient entertainment for the army.
Of all thy lordships live not to be owner

Char. Sufficient, my lord? You sit at home, Of so much dung as will conceal a dog,

And, though your fees are boundless at the bar, Or, what is worse, thyself in. And thy years, Are thrifty in the charges of the warTo the end thou mayst be wretched, I wish many; But your wills be obeyed. To these I turn, And, as thou hast denied the dead a grave, To these soft-hearted men, that wisely know May misery in thy life make thee desire one, They're only good men that pay what they owe. Which men, and all the elements, keep from 2 Cred. And so they are.

1 Cred. 'Tis the city doctrine; I have berun well; imitate; exceed.

We stand bound to maintain it. Roch. Good counsel, were it a praise-worthy Chur. Be constant in it; deed.

And, since you are as merciless in your natures, [E.reunt officers with Romont. As base and mercenary in your means, Da Croy. Remember what we are.

By which you get your wealth, I will not urge Char. Thus low my duty

The court to take away one scruple from Answers your lordship’s counsel. I will use, The right of their laws, or one good thought In the few words with which I am to trouble In you to mend your disposition with. Your lordship's ears, the temper that you wish I know there is no music to your ears

So pleasing as the groans of men in prison, Not that I fear to speak my thoughts as loud, And that the tears of widows, and the cries And with a liberty beyond Romont :

Of famished orphans, are the feasts that take But that I know, for me, that am made up

you. Of all that's wretched, so to haste my end, That to be in your danger, with more care




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It is not now to be disputed; therefore The loathed embraces of diseased women, To my own cause. Already I have found A flatterer's poison, or the loss of honour. Your lordships bountiful in your favours to me: Yet, rather than my father's reverend dust And that should teach my modesty to end here, Shall want a place in that fair monument, And press your loves no farther. In which our noble ancestors lie entombed, Du Croy. There is nothing Before the court I offer up myself

The court can grant, but with assurance you A prisoner for it. Load me with those irons May ask it, and obtain it. That have worn out his life: in my best strength Roch. You encourage a bold petitioner, and I'll run to the encounter of cold hunger,

'tis not fit And chuse my dwelling where no sun dares enter, Your favours should be lost. Besides, it has been So he may be released.

A custom many years, at the surrendering 1 Cred. What mean you, sir?

The place I now give up, to grant the president 2 Advo. Only your fee again : There's so much One boon that parted with it. And, to confirm said


grace towards me, against all such as may Already in this cause, and said so well,

Detract my actions and life hereafter, That, should I only offer to speak in it,

I now prefer it to you. I should not be heard, or laughed at for it. Du Croy. Speak it freely. 1 Cred. 'Tis the first money advocate e'er gave Roch. I then desire the liberty of Romont, back,

And that my lord Novall, whose private wrong 'Though he said nothing.

Was equal to the injury that was done Roch. Be advised, young lord,

To the dignity of the court, will pardon it, And well considerate; you throw away

And now sign his enlargement.
Your liberty and joys of life together:

Nov. sen. Pray you demand
Your bounty is employed upon a subject The moiety of my estate, or any thing
That is not sensible of it, with which a wise man Within

my power but this. Never abused his goodness; the great virtues Roch. Am I denied then-my first and last reOf your dead father vindicate themselves

quest? From these men's malice, and break ope the prison, Du Croy. It must not be. Though it contain his body.

2 Pre. I have a voice to give in it. Nov. sen. Let him alone :

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.

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, 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. 1 Cred. Accept it by all means : Let us shut [Exeunt all but Rochfort and Beaumont.

Roch. I follow you-Beaumont ! ,
He is well shaped, and has a villainous tongue, Beaum. My lord?
And, should he study that way of revenge,

Roch. You are a scholar, Beaumont,
As I dare almost swear he loves a wench, And can search deeper into the intents of men,
We have no wives, nor ever shall get daughters, Than those that are less knowing. How appeared
That will hold out against him.

The piety and brave behaviour of Du Croy. What's your answer?

Young Charalois to you? 2 Cred. Speak you for all.

Beaum. It is my wonder, 1 Cred. Why, let our executions,

Since I want language to express it fully; That lie upon the father, be returned

And sure the colonel Upon the son, and we release the body.

Roch. Fie! he was faulty.—What present Nov. sen. The court must grant you that.

money have I? Char. I thank your lordships;

Beaum. There is no want
They have in it confirmed on me such glory, Of any sum a private man has use for.
As no time can take from me. I am ready:

Roch. "Tis well:
Come, lead me where you please : Captivity, I am strangely taken with this Charalois;
That comes with honour, is true liberty. Methinks, from his example, the whole age

[Erit Charalois, Creditors, and Officers. Should learn to be good, and continue so. Noo. sen. Strange rashness.

Virtue works strangely with us; and his goodnese, Roch. A brave resolution rather,

Rising above his fortune, seems to me, Worthy a better fortune : but, however, Prince-like, to will, not ask a courtesy. [Ereunt.

skills not.

him up;




Enter funeral. The body borne by four. Captains

and soldiers, mourners, 'scutcheons, &c. in very Enter PONTALIER, MALOTIN and BEAUMONT.

good order. Charalors and Romont meet Malot. 'Tis strange.

it. Charulois speaks. Romont weeping. Som Beaun. Methinks so.

lemn 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 tilling 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 cerernony. Thou that broughtest rest to their unthankful Malot. Come, 'tis a golden precedent in a son

lives, To let strong Nature have the better hand, Whose cruelty denied thee rest in death: (In such a case) of all affected reason.

Here stands thy poor executor, thy son, What years sit on this Charalois ?

That makes his life prisoner to bail thy death : Beaum. Twenty-eight;

Who gladlier puts on this captivity, For since the clock did strike him seventeen old, Than virgins, long in love, their wedding weeds : Under his father's wing this son hath fought, Of all that ever thou hast done good to, Served and commanded, and so aptly both, These only have good memories; for they That sometimes he appeared his father's father, Remember best, forget not gratitude. And never less than his son; the old man's virtues I thank you for this last and friendly love ; 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 Poat . But wherefore lets he such a barbarous All means of thee her son, but last thyself,

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 hearts 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 was diffused

mine. In any impious or licentious path?

What! Weep ye, soldiers ?-Blanch not. Romont Beaum. True! for my part, were it my father's 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, Very praise now freezeth too: For nature Though wrapt in lead, spice, searcloth and perDid inake the heathen far more christian then,

fume. Than knowledge as less heathenish) christian. 1 Cred. Sir! Melot. This morning is the funeral.

Char. What !-Away, for shame! your tears,

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

(Recorders Music. His sepulchre with olive, myrrh and bays, See the young son enters alive the grave. The plants of peace, of sorrow, victory;

Beaun. They come-Observe their order. Your tears would spring but weeds.

Pont. Certainly.

1 Cred. Would they so?

Charm bulls, bears, and men more sarage,to be mute. We'll keep them to stop bottles then.

Weak foolish singer, here is one Rom. No, keep them for your own sins, you Would have transformed thyself to stone.

rogues, Till you repent; you'll die else, and be damned. 1 Cred. No farther! look to them at your own 2 Cred. Damned, ha! ha! ha!

peril. Rom. Laugh ye?

2 Cred. No, as they please :- Their master's a 2 Cred. Yes, faith, sir ; we would be very glad good man. To please you either way.

I would they were at the Bermudas. i Cred. You are never content,

Jailor. You must no farther. Crying nor laughing.

The prison limits you, and the creditors Rom. Both with a birth, ye rogues.

Exact the strictness. 2 Cred. Our wives, sir, taught us.

Rom. Out, you wolfish mongrels ! Rom. Look, look, you slaves ! your thankless Whose brains should be knocked out, like dogs cruelty,

in July, And savage manners of unkind Dijon,

Lest your infection poison a whole town. Exhaust these floods, and not his father's death. Char. They grudge our sorrow. Your ill wills, 1 Cred. 'Slid, sir! what would you, you're so perforce, cholerick!

Turn now to charity : They would not have us 2 Cred. Most soldiers are so, in faith.-Let Walk too far mourning; usurers relief him alone.

Grieves it the debtors have too much of grief. They've little else to live on; we have not had

[Ereunt. A penny of him, have we?

SCENE II. 3 Cred: 'Slight, would you have our hearts? 1 Cred. We have nothing but his body here in Enter BeaumfLLE, FLORIMEL, and BellaPeRT, durance,

on one side, and Novall, jun. PONTALIER, For all our money.

Malotin, Liladam, and Aymer, on the other. Priest. On.

Nov. jun. Best day to nature's curiosity, Char. One moment more,

Star of Dijon, the lustre of all France !
But to bestow a few poor legacies,

Perpetual spring dwell on thy rosy cheeks,
All I have left in my dead father's right, Whose breath is perfume to our continent;
And I have done." Captain, wear thou these See Flora trimmed in her varieties.

Bella. Oh divine lord !
That yet ne'er made his horse run from a soe. Nov. jun. No autumn nor no age ever ap-
Lieutenant, thou this scarf; and may it tie

proach Thy valour and thy honesty together :

This heavenly piece, which nature having wrought, For so it did in him. Ensign, this cuirass, She lost her needle, and did then despair Your general's necklace once. You gentle bearers, Ever to work so lively and so fair. Divide this purse of gold: This other strew Lilad. Uds-light, my lord, one of the purls of Among the poor-Tis all I have. Romont, Wcar thou this medal of himself, that like Is, without all discipline, fallen out of his rank. A hearty oak, grew'st close to this tall pine, Nov. jun. How? I would not for a thousand (E'en in the wildest wilderness of war)

crowns she had seen it. Dear Liladam, reforin it. Whercon foes broke their swords, and tired them- Bella. Oh lord! Per se, lord ! Quintessence selves;

of honour! she walks not under a weed that could Wounded and hacked ye were, but never felled. deny thee any thing. For me, my portion provide in heaven:


. Prythee peace, wench! thou dost but My root is earthed, and I, a desolate branch, blow the tire that fames too much already. Left scattered in the highway of the world;

[Liludam and Aymer trim Novall, whilst Tiod under foot, that might have been a column

Bellapert her lady. Mainly supporting our demolished house,

Aymer. By gad, my lord, you have the divinest This would I wear as my inheritance.

taylor in Christendom; he hath made you look And what hope can arise to me from it, like an angel in your cloth of tissue doublet. When I and it are here both prisoners?

Pont. This is a three-legged lord : There is a Only may this, if ever we be free,

fresh assault. Oh! that men should spend time Keep or redeem me from all infamy.

thus See, see how her blood drives to her heart,

and strait vaults to her cheeks again. SONG.

Malot. What are these?

Pont. One of them there, the lower, is a good, Fie! cease to wonder !

foolish, knavish, sociable gallimaufry of a man, Though you hear Orpheus, with his ivory lute, and has much caught my lord with singing ; he is More trees and rocks,

master of a music house. The other is his dres

your band

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