Give me thy heart, my dear, my honest Chabot; And in my heart the world shall read thee living; That part of me shall never putrify, When I am lost in all my other dust. Adm. You too much honour your poor servant, sir; King. I wo' not hear a sound Of any thing that trenched upon death. He speaks the funeral of my crown, that prophesies And by that duty, which hath taught you hitherto Adm. I have found A glorious harvest in your favour, sir; deserts are shadows and fly from me : I have not in the wealth of my desires Enough to pay you now——— King. Express it in some joy then. To shew that pious gratitude to you, but King. But what? Adm. My frame hath lately, sir, been tane a pieces, And but now put together; the least force Of Of mirth will shake and unjoint all my reason. King. I'll have no patience, If thou forget the courage of a man. Adm. My strength would flatter me. Now I begin to fear his apprehension. Why how is Chabot's spirit fall'n? Adm. Who would not wish to live to serve your good ness? Stand from me. You betray me with your fears. King. In a prince What a swift executioner is a frown, Adm. I must beg One other boon. King. Upon condition My Chabot will collect his scatter'd spirits, My kingdom with me. Adm. I observe A fierce and killing wrath engender'd in you; Of Philip Chabot, read hereafter, draw A tear from any family; I beseech King. Endeavour But thy own health; and pronounce general pardon 112 Chabot's accuser. Adm. Adm. Sir, I must kneel to thank you; It is not seal'd else. Your blest hand: live happy, Oh! Wife. His heart is broken. Father. And kneeling, sir; As his ambition were in death to shew The truth of his obedience. (Dies.) THE MAID'S REVENGE. A TRAGEDY. BY JAMES SHIRLEY.113 Sebastiano invites Antonio to Avero Castle. SEBASTIANO. ANTONIO. Seb. The noble courtesies I have receiv'd Ant. How now, Sebastiano, will you forfeit Seb. I spake my thoughts; My tongue and heart are relatives; I think I have 113 Shirley claims a place amongst the worthies of this period, not so much for any transcendent genius in himself, as that he was the last of a great race, all of whom spoke nearly the same language, and had a set of moral feelings and notions in common. A new language and quite a new turn of tragic and comic interest came in with the Restoration. I have deserv'd no base opinion from you; I wish not only to perpetuate Our friendship, but t'exchange that common name Ant. What? take heed, do not prophane : Seb. Nay then, Antonio, you mistake; I mean not From other fair engagement, I would be proud Ant. Catalina and Berinthia. Seb. The same. Ant. Report speaks loud their beauties, and no less Virtue in either. Well, I see you strive To leave no merit where you mean to honour. I cannot I cannot otherwise escape the censure Of one ungrateful, but by waiting on you Seb. You shall honour me, And glad my noble father, to whom you are Ant. Ha! I have not so much choice, Sebastiano : May have a commendation to your thoughts, Seb. Still you out-do me. I could never wish Lets haste to Avero, where with you I'll bring Ant. You shall teach me a lesson Sebastiano's father welcomes Antonio to Avero Castle. VILLAREZO. CATALINA. BERINTHIA. ANTONIO. SEBASTIANO. Vil. Old Gaspar's house is honour'd by such guests. I envied that your fame should visit me Hath been long happy in your noble friendship, And cannot but improve himself in virtues, That lives so near your love.-You shall dishonour me, As at your Elvas castle. Villarezo Was once as you are, sprightly; and though I say it, And honour of our house, with actions Worthy |