Malef, sen. Live I once more [often, To see these hands and arms free! these, that Mont. He still retains Malef, sen. Now crampt with irons, Hunger, and cold, they hardly do support me- The life, and death of Malefort, where are now Those shouts, those cheerful looks, those loud applauses, With which, when I return'd loaden with spoil, As he that never saw the eyes of him, Beauf, sen. Monsieur Malefort, Let not your passion so far transport you, Or envy to your person, you are question'd: That do invite us to a strong assurance, Malef. sen. My shame! Beauf. sen. Pray you, hear with patience, Beget a treacherous issue? was't in me, With as much ease to fashion up his mind, As, in his generation, to form The organs to his body? Must it follow, Because that he is impious, I am false? I would not boast my actions, yet 'tis lawful When they were boarded, and stow'd under hatches Beauf. sen. What you have done Is granted and applauded; but yet know Must not so blind our judgments, as to suffer Cham. No; you must produce Reasons of more validity and weight, To plead in your defence, or we shall hardly Mont. The large volume of Your former worthy deeds, with your experience, Both what and when to do, but makes against you. Lan. For had your care and courage been the same As heretofore, the dangers we are plunged in Malef. sen. What have I Omitted, in the power of flesh and blood, Nor could my breath disperse those foggy mists, Beauf. sen. How! a trumpet? [A trumpet within. [Exit MONTREVILLE, He does salute you fairly, and desires We shall weigh anchor, and no more molest Beauf. sen. Speak to the man, If in this presence he appear to you, Capt. 'Tis to you. Beauf. sen. His father! Montr. Can it be? Beauf. jun. Strange and prodigious ! Malef. sen. Thou seest I stand unmoved: were thy voice thunder, It should not shake me; say, what would the viper? Malef. sen. Go on. [lenge, Capt. And with his sword will prove it on thy Thou art a murderer, an atheist; [head, And that all attributes of men turn'd furies, Malef. sen. Dare I live! Dare I, when mountains of my sins o'erwhelm me, At my last gasp ask for mercy! How I bless Thy coming, captain; never man to me And it takes from my sorrow, and my shame In that you are pleased to offer up the monster With more assured constancy beheld His traitor sons, for labouring to call home And are much taken with your resolution; Malef. sen. Then you kill me, O my lords, As you love honour, and a wrong'd man's fame, Deny me not this fair and noble means To make me right again to all the world. Should any other but myself be chosen To punish this apostata with death, You rob a wretched father of a justice That to all after times will be recorded. I wish his strength were centuple, his skill equal He may not shame my victory! I feel [They all sue to the Governor. In this my just petition. In your looks I see a grant, my lord. Beauf. sen. You shall o'erbear me; Malef. sen. With more joy Than yet I ever tasted: by the next sun, The disobedient rebel shall hear from me, And so return in safety. [To the Captain.] My ACT II. SCENE I.-An open space without the City. Enter three Sea Captains. 2 Capt. He did accept the challenge, then? 1 Capt. Nay more, Was overjoy'd in't; and, as it had been And not a combat to conclude with death, He cheerfully embraced it. 3 Capt. Are the articles Sign'd to on both parts? 1 Capt. At the father's suit, With much unwillingness the governor 2 Capt. You are inward with Our admiral; Could you yet never learn 1 Capt. Never; yet I have, As far as manners would give warrant to it, With my best curiousness of care observed him. I have sat with him in his cabin a day together, Yet not a syllable exchanged between us. Sigh he did often, as if inward grief The toughness of his rugged temper, would He would murmur, but yet so as I oft heard him, Of sorrow from these eyes, a strict accompt Of nach more from the heart. Capt. 'Tis wondrous strange. 3 Capt. And past my apprehension. The miracle greater, when from the maintop Enter MALEFORT jun. 2 Capt. Here he comes, But with more cheerful looks than ever yet Malef. jun. It was long since resolved on, Be buried in everlasting silence, And rest in death, or my revenge ! Tather I stand equal. Pray you, gentlemen, chantable in your censures of me, And do not entertain a false belief Discourse and reason, and but too well know To a servile fear of death: I oft have view'd Nor are they terrible. Were I condemn'd to leap It could not so much shake me, as th' encounter On this day's single enemy. 1 Capt. If you please, sir, You may shun it, or defer it. Malef. jun. Not for the world: Yet two things I entreat you; the first is, [it. Far from this place, and where you please inter I held say more, but by his sudden coming Enter BEAUFORT junior and MONTREVILLE, leading in MALEFORT Senior; BELGARDE following, with others. Beauf. jun. Let me, sir, have the honour To be your second. Montr. With your pardon, sir, I must put in for that, since our tried friendship Hath lasted from our infancy. Belg. I have served Under your command, and you have seen me fight, And handsomely, though I say it; and if now, Malef. sen. I rest much bound Shall find your pardon, though I now refuse them; Malef. jun. 'Tis approved of [To his Captains.] [Lead the way, Beauf. jun. I would gladly Be a spectator (since I am denied To be an actor) of each blow and thrust, And punctually observe them. Malef. jun. You shall have All you desire; for in a word or two I must make bold to entertain the time, If he give suffrage to it. Malef. sen. Yes, I will; I'll hear thee, and then kill thee: nay, farewell. Malef. sen. From this place Beyond prevention. [They embrace on both sides, and take leave severally of the father and son. Malef. sen. Now we are alone, sir; And thou hast liberty to unload the burthen But in a perplex'd form and method, which And in the action changed the humble shape And insolent pride? and with shut eyes con- In my wrongs nature suffers, and looks backward, What beasts would fly from. For when I advance To see their altars which you built up in me, Malef. sen. Have I so far lost A father's power, that I must give account Since, though my deeds wore hell's black livery, It cannot, wretch; and if thou but remember From whom thou hadst this spirit, thou dar'st not hope it. [thee Who train'd thee up in arms but I? Who taught Had made her constant stand upon their helmets ? Malef. jun. Thou incensed Power, Malef. sen. Thou shalt never name her more. [They fight. BEAUFORT junior, MONTREVILLE, BELGARDE, and the three Sea Captains, appear on the Mount. Beauf. jun. They are at it. I would search, and find it: and howe'er to some Upon this senseless flesh, I glory in it.- And waking jealousies, which have so long The power of fate, again to make me wretched. Beauf. jun. All honour to the conqueror! who My friend of treachery now? [dares tax Belg. I am very glad, sir, ́ You have sped so well: but I must tell you thas much, To put you in mind that a low ebb must follow Your high-swoll'n tide of happiness, you have This honour at a high price. [purchased Malef. 'Tis, Belgarde, Above all estimation, and a little To be exalted with it cannot savour Of arrogance. That to this arm and sword Marseilles owes the freedom of her fears, Or that my loyalty, not long since eclipsed, Shines now more bright than ever, are not things To be lamented; though, indeed, they may Appear too dearly bought, my falling glories Being made up again, and cemented With a son's blood. 'Tis true, he was my son, While he was worthy; but when he shook off His duty to me, (which my fond indulgence, Upon submission, might perhaps have pardon'd.) And grew his country's enemy, I look'd on him As a stranger to my family, and a traitor Justly proscribed, and he to be rewarded That could bring in his head. I know in this That I am censured rugged, and austere, That will vouchsafe not one sad sigh or tear Upon his slaughter'd body: but I rest Well satisfied in myself, being assured that Extraordinary virtues, when they soar Too high a pitch for common sights to judge of, Losing their proper splendor, are condemn'd For most remarkable vices. Beauf. jun. 'Tis too true, sir, In the opinion of the multitude; But for myself, that would be held your friend, And hope to know you by a nearer name, Malef. My daughter Shall thank you for the favour. Beauf. jun. I can wish No happiness beyond it. 1 Capt. Shall we have leave To bear the corpse of our dead admiral, As be enjoin'd us, from this coast? The articles agreed on be observed, And you depart hence with it, making oath Never hereafter, but as friends, to touch 1 Capt. We'll faithfully perform it. Malef. Then as you please dispose of it: 'tis an object That I could wish removed. His sins die with him! So far he has my charity. 1. Capt. He shall have A soldier's funeral. SCENE II.-A Room in MALEFORT's House. Enter THEOCRINE, Page, and Waiting-women. Theoc. Talk not of comfort; I am both ways wretched, And so distracted with my doubts and fears, Is certain in a father, or a brother, Or both; such is the cruelty of my fate, And not to be avoided. 1 Wom. You must bear it With patience, madam. 2 Wom. And what's not in you To be prevented, should not cause a sorrow Page. Fear not my brave lord, Your noble father; fighting is to him Familiar as eating. He can teach Our modern duellists how to cleave a button, And in a new way, never yet found out 1 Wom. May he be victorious, And punish disobedience in his son! Whose death, in reason, should at no part move you, He being but half your brother, and the nearness Which that might challenge from you, forfeited By his impious purpose to kill him, from whom He reserved life. I Won. A general shout 1 Won. Of joy. [A shout within. Loud Music. Enter MONTREVILLE, BELGARDE, BEAUFORT senior, BEAUFORT junior; MALEFORT, followed by MONTAIGNE, CHAMONT, and LANOUR. Beauf. sen. All honours we can give you, and rewards, Though all that's rich or precious in Marseilles Cham. He's an enemy To goodness and to virtue, that dares think There's anything within our power to give, Which you in justice may not boldly challenge. Lan. And as your own; for we will ever be At your devotion. Malef. Much honour'd sir, And you, my noble lords, I can say only, I may, with your allowance, be a suitor, To you, my lord, I am an humble one, And must ask that, which known, I fear you will Censure me over bold.. en. It must be something Beauf. sen. Of a strange nature, if it find from me Malef. Thus then, my lord, Since you encourage me: You are happy in A worthy son, and all the comfort that Fortune has left me, is one daughter; now, D |