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Performed the first and best parts of a judge, (Which guilty, nay, condemned men, dare not That, as his life transcends all fair examples
scandal) Of such as were before him in Dijon,
It will erect a trophy of your mercy,
Charni. I will, my lord. To say, the late dead Du Croy. Let the love
marshal, And thankfulness we are bound to pay to good. The father of this young lord here, my client, ness,
Hath done his country great and faithful service, In this o'ercome your modesty.
Might tax me of impertinence, to repeat Rock. My thanks
What your grave lordships cannot but remem. For this great favour shall prevent your trouble.
ber: The honourable trust that was imposed
He, in his life, became indebted to Upon my weakness, since you witness for me These thrifty men, (I will not wrong their credits, It was not ill discharged, I will not mention; By giving them the attributes they now merit,) Nor now, if age had not deprived me of And failing, by the fortune of the wars, The little strength I had to govern well
Of means to free himself from his engagements, The province that I undertook, forsake it. He was arrested, and, for want of bail,
Nov. sen. That we could lend you of our years! Imprisoned at their suit; and, not long after, Du Croy. Or strength!
With loss of liberty ended his life. Nov. sen. Or, as you are, persuade you to con. And, though it became a maxim in our laws, tinue
All suits die with the person, these men's malice The noble exercise of your knowing judgment ! In death finds matter for their hate to work on, Roch. That may not be; nor can your lord- Denying him the decent rites of burial, ships' goodness,
Which the sworn enemies of the christian faith Since your employments have conferred upon Grant freely to their slaves. May it therefore
please Sufficient wealth, deny the use of it;
Your lordships so to fashion your decree, And though old age, when one foot's in the That, what their cruelty doth forbid, your pity grave,
May give allowance to. In many, when all humours else are spent, Noo. sen. How long have you, sir, practised in Feeds, no affection in them, but desire
court? To add height to the mountain of their riches, Charmi. Some twenty years, my lord. In me it is not so. I rest content
Nov. sen. By your gross ignorance, it should With the honours and estate I now possess :
appear, And, that I may have hiberty to use,
Not twenty days. What Heaven, still blessing my poor industry, Charmi." I hope I have given no cause in this, Hath made me master of, I pray the court To ease me of my burthen, that I may
Noo. sen. How dare you move the court Employ the small remainder of my life
To the dispensing with an act confirmed In living well, and learning how to die so. By parliament, to the terror of all bankrupts ?
Go home! and with more çare peruse the staEnter ROMONT und CHARALOIS.
tites: Rom. See, sir, our advocate.
Or the next motion, savouring of this boldness, Du Croy. The court entreats
May force you, sir, to leap (against your will) Your lordship will be pleased to name the man, Over the place you plead at. Which you would have your successor, and in me Charm. I foresaw this. All promise to confirm it.
Rom. Why, does your lordship think the moRoch. I embrace it
ving of As an assurance of their favour to me,
A cause, more honest than this court had ever And name my lord Noval).
The honour to determine, can deserve Du Croy. The court allows it.
A check like this? Roch. But there are suitors wait here, and Noo. sen. Strange boldness! their causes
Rom. 'Tis fit freedom: May be of more necessity to be heard;
Or, do you conclude, an advocate cannot hold I therefore wish that mine may be deferred, His credit with the judge, unless he study And theirs have hearing,
His face more than the cause for which he pleads? Du Croy. If your lordship please (To Nov. sen. Charmi. Forbear! To take the place, we will proceed.
Rom. Or cannot you, that have the power Charmi. The cause
To qualify the rigour of the laws,
The strictness of your sour decrees, enacted Or rhetoric in me that plead, or favour
In favour of the greedy creditors, From your grave lordships, to determine of it; Against the overthrown debtor? Since to the praise of your impartial justice Nov. sen, Sicrah! you that prate
Thus saucily, what are you?
To quit the burden of a hopeless life, Rom. Why, I'll tell thee,
Than scorn of death, or duty to the dead. Thou purple-coloured man! I am one, to whom I, therefore, bring the tribute of my praise Thou owest the means thou hast of sitting there, To your severity, and commend the justice, A corrupt elder.
That will not, for the many services Charmi. Forbear.
That any man hath done the commonwealth, Rom, The nose thou wear'st is my gift, and Wink at his least of ills. What though my fan
ther That meet no object so base as their master, Writ man before he was so, and confirmed it, Had been long since torn from that guilty head, By numbering that day no part of his life, And thou thyself slave to some needy Swiss,
In which he did not service to his country; Had I not worn a sword, and used it better Was he to be free therefore from the laws, Than in thy prayers thou ever didst thy tongue. And ceremonious form in your decrees? Nov. sen. Shall such an insolence pass unpu- Or else, because he did as much as man, nished !
In those three memorable overthrows, Charmi. Hear me.
At Granson, Morat, Nancy, where his master, Rom. Yet I, that, in my service done my coun- The warlike Charalois (with whose misfortunas try,
I bear his name) lost treasure, men, and life, Disdain to be put in the scale with thee, To be excused from payment of those sums Confess myself unworthy to be valued
Which (his own patrimony spent) his zeal With the least part, nay, hair of the dead mar- To serve his country forced him to take up? shal;
Nov. sen. The precedent were ill.
He forced the proud foe, in his height of conRom. If that curses,
quest, Urged justly, and breathed forth so, ever fell To yield unto an honourable peace, On those that did deserve them, let not mine And in it saved an hundred thousand lives, Be spent in vain now, that thou, from this in- To end his own, that was sure proof against stant,
The scalding summer's heat, and winter's frost, Mayest, in thy fear that they will fall upon thee, Ill airs, the cannon, and the enemy's sword, Be sensible of the plagues they shall bring with In a most loathsome prison. them.
Du Croy. 'Twas his fault
To be so prodigal,
Char. Sufficient, my lords ? You sit at home, And, while you live, your riotous heirs undo you! And, though your fees are boundless at the bar, And thou, the patron of their cruelty,
Are thrifty in the charges of the warOf all thy lordships live not to be owner But your wills be obeyed. To these I turn, Of so much dung as will conceal a dog,
To these soft-hearted men, that wisely know Or, what is worse, thyself in! And thy years, They're only good men that pay what they owe. To th' end thou mayst be wretched, I wish many; 2 Cred. And so they are. And, as thou hast denied the dead a grave, i Cred. 'Tis the city doctrine; May misery in thy life make thee desire one, We stand bound to maintain it. Which men, and all the elements, keep from Char. Be constant in it; thee!
And, since you are as merciless in your natures, I have begun well; imitate, exceed. (To CHAR. As base and mercenary in your means, Roch. Good counsel, were it a praise-worthy By which you get your wealth, I will not urge
deed. (Exeunt officers with ROMONT. The court to take away one scruple from Du Croy. Remember what we are.
The right of their laws, or wish one good thought Char, Thus low my duty
In you to mend your disposition with. Answers your lordship’s counsel
. I will use, I know there is no music to your ears In the few words with which I am to trouble So pleasing as the groans of men in prison, Your lordship's ears, the temper that you wish And that the tears of widows, and the cries me:
Of famished orphans, are the feasts that take Not that I fear to speak my thoughts as loud,
you. And with a liberty beyond Romont ;
That to be in your danger, with more care But that I know, for me, that am made up Should be avoided than infectious air, Of all that's wretched, so to haste my end, The loathed embraces of diseased women, Would seem to most rather a willingness A flatterer's poison, or the loss of honoura
Yet, rather than my father's reverend dust
To my own cause. Already I have found Shall want a place in that fair monument, Your lordships bountiful in your favours to me; In which our noble ancestors lie entombed, And that should teach my modesty to end here, Before the court I offer up myself
And press your loves no farther. A prisoner for it. Load me with those irons Dù Croy. There is nothing That have worn out his life: in my best strength The court can grant, but with assurance you T'll run to the encounter of cold hunger, May ask it, and obtain it. And chuse my dwelling where no sun dares enter, Roch. You encourage a bold petitioner, and So he may be released.
'tis not fit i Cred. What mean you, sir?
Your favours should be lost: Besides, it has been 2 Advo. Only your fee again: There's so A custom many years, at the surrendering much said
The place I now give up, to grant the president Already in this cause, and said so well,
One boon, that parted with it. And, to confirm That, should I only offer to speak in it,
Your grace towards me, against all such as may I should be or not heard, or laughed at for it. Detract my actions and life hereafter, 1 Cred. 'Tis the first money advocate e'er gave I now prefer it to you. back,
Du Croy. Speak it freely. Though he said nothing.
Roch. I then desire the liberty of Romont, Roch. Be advised, young lord,
And that my lord Novall, whose private wrong And well consider it; you throw away
Was equal to the injury that was done Your liberty and joys of life together
To the dignity of the court, will pardon it, Your bounty is employed upon a subject And now sign his enlargement. That is not sensible of it, with which wise man Nov. sen. Pray you demand Never abused his goodness. The great virtues The moiety of my estate, or any thing Of your dead father vindicate themselves Within my power but this. From these men's malice, and break ope the Roch. Am I denied then my first and last reprison,
quest? Though it contain his body.
Du Croy. It must not be. Nod. sen. Let him alone :
2 Pre. I have a voice to give in it. If he love cords, in God's name, let him wear 3 Pre. And I. 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,
skills not. 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. i Cred. Accept it by all means : Let's shut (Ereunt all but ROCHFORT and BEAUMONT.
Roch. I follow you. Beaumont !
Roch. You are a scholar, Beaumont,
peared Du Croy. What's your answer?
The piety and brave behaviour of 2 Cred. Speak you for all.
Young Charalois to you? 1 Cred. Why, let our executions,
Beaum. It is my wonder, That lie upon the father, be returned
Since I want language to express it fully; Upon the son, and we release the body.
And sure the colonel Nov. sen. The court must grant you that. Roch. Fie! he was faulty. What present ma
Char. I thank your lordships. They have in it confirmed on me such glory, Beaum. There is no want As no time can take from me. I am ready: Of any sum a private man has use for. Come, lead me where you please: Captivity, Roch. 'Tis well: That comes with honour, is true liberty. I am strangely taken with this Charalois. [Exeunt CHARALOIS, CHARMI, Creditors, Methinks, from his example, the whole age and Officers.
Should learn to be good, and continue so. Nov. sen. Strange rashness !
Virtue works strangely with us; and his goodRoch. A brave resolution rather,
ness, Worthy a better fortune: but, however, Rising above his fortune, seems to me, It is not now to be disputed ; therefore Prince-like, to will, not ask a courtesy. (Exeunt.
ney have I?
SCENE I.-A Street before the Prison.
Enter funeral. The body borne by four. Cap
tains and soldiers, mourners, 'scutcheons, &c. Enter PONTALIER, MALOTIN, and BEAUMONT, in very good order. CHARALOIS and ROMOST Malot. 'Tis strange.
meet it. CHARALOIS speaks. ROMONT weeping, Beaum. Methinks so.
Solemn 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 filling 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 ceremony. Thou that brought'st rest to their unthankful lives,
Malot. Come, 'tis a golden precedent in a son Whose cruelty denied the rest in death! To let strong Nature have the better hand, Here stands thy poor executor, thy son, (In such a case) of all affected reason,
That makes his life prisoner to bail thy death ; What years sit on this Charalois ?
Who gladlier puts on this captivity, Beaum. Twenty-eight ;
Than virgins, long in love, their wedding weeds, For since the clock did strike him seventeen old, Of all that ever thou hast dove good to, Under his father's wing this son hath fought, These only have good memories; for they Served and commanded, and so aptly both, Remember best, forget not gratitude. That sometimes he appeared his father's father, I thank you for this last and friendly love; And never less than his son; the old man's yirtues
[To SOLD 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 Pont. But wherefore lets he such a barbarous All means of thee, her son, but last thyself, Jaw,
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 wbolly And all their means they enjoy, nor were diffused
mine. In any impious or licentious path ?
What! Weep ye, soldiers ? Blanch not.-RoBeaum, True! for my part, were it my
mont weeps.. trunk,
Ha ! let me see! my miracle is eased, The tyrannous ramsheads with their hornsshould The jailors and the creditors do weep:
E'en they, that make us weep, do weep them Or 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 bis) to shun it.
Keep thy fame ever odoriferous, Pont. Alas! he knows himself in poverty lost: Whilst the great, proud, rieb, undeserving man, For in this partial avaricious age
Alive, stinks in bis 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 inarble pillars, jet and porphyry, 'Tis colder far, and has nor love nor praise : Shall quickly both in bone and name consume, The very praise now freezeth too; for nature Though wrapt in lead, spice, searcloth and perDid make the heathen far more christian then,
fume! Than knowledge us, less heathenish, christian. 1 Cred. Sir. Malot. This morning is the funeral ?
Char, What? Away, away, for shame! you, Pont. Certainly,
prophane regules, 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 See, the young son enter'd a lively grave! His sepulchre with olive, myob and bays, Beaum. They come-observe their order. The plants of peace, of sorrow, victory;
Your tears would spring but weeds.
1 Cred. Would they so?
1 Cred. No further ; look to them at your own We'll keep them to stop bottles then.
peril. Rom. No, keep them for your own sins, you 2 Cred. No, as they please : Their master's a rogues,
good man. Till you repent; you'll die else, and be damned. I would they were at the Bermudas ! 2 Cred. Damned !-ha! ha! ha!
Jailor. You must no farther. Rom. Laugh ye?
The prison limits you, and the creditors 2 Cred. Yes, faith, sir; we would be very glad Exact the strictness. To please you either way.
Rom. Out, you wolfish mongrels ! 1 Cred. You are ne'er content,
Whose brains should be knocked out, like dogs in Crying nor laughing.
July, Rom. Both with a birth, ye rogues ?
Lest your infection poison a whole town. 2 Cred. Our wives, sir, taught us.
Char. They grudge our sorrow. Your ill wills Rom. Look, look, you slaves ! your thankless
Turn now to charity: They would not have us And savage manners of unkind Dijon,
Walk too far mourning; usurers relief Exhaust these floods, and not his father's death. Grieves if the debtors have too much of grief, 1 Cred. 'Slid, sir! what would you, you're so
[Exeunt. cholerick ! 2 Cred. Most soldiers are so, 'faith.-Let him SCENE II.-A Room in Rochfort's House.
alone. They've little else to live on; we have not had Enter BEAUMELLE,FLORIMEL, and BELLAPERT. A penny of him, have we?
Beaumel. I prithee tell me, Florimel, why do 3 Cred. 'Slight, would you have our hearts ? you women marry? 1 Cred. We have nothing but his body here in Flor. Why truly, madam, I think, to lie with durance,
their husbands. For all our money.
Bella. You are a fool. She lies, madam; woPriest. On.
men marry their husbands, to lie with other men. Char. One moment more,
Flor. 'Faith, even such a woman wilt thou make. But to bestow a few poor legacies,
By this light, madam, this wagtail will spoil you, All I have left in my dead father's rights, if you take delight in her licence. And I have done. Captain, wear thou these spurs, Beaumel. 'Tis true, Florimel ; and thou wilt That yet ne'er made his horse run from a foe. make me too good for a young lady. What an Lieutenant, thou this scarf; and may it tie electuary found my father out for his daughter, Thy valour and thy honesty together :
when he compounded you two my women! For For so it did in him. Ensign, this cuirass, thou, Florimel, art even a grain too heavy, simYour general's necklaceonce. You gentle bearers, ply, for a waiting-gentlewomanDivide this purse of gold: This other strew Flor. And thou, Bellapert, a grain too light. Among the poor ;-'tis all I have. Romont, Bella. Well, go thy ways, goody wisdom, whom Wear thou this medal of himself, that, like nobody regards. I wonder whether be elder, thou A hearty oak, grew'st close to this tall pine, or thy hood ? You think, because you served my E'en in the wildest wilderness of war,
lady's mother, are thirty-two years old, which is Whereon foes broke their swords, and tired them- a pip out, you know selves :
*Flor. Well said, whirligig. Wounded and hacked ye were, but never felled. Bella. You are deceived: I want a peg in the For me, my portion provide in heaven !
middle.-Out of these prerogatives, you think to be My root is earthed, and I, a desolate branch, mother of the maids here, and mortify them with Left scattered in the highway of the world, proverbs : go, go, govern the sweetmeats, and Trod under foot, that might have been a column weigh the sugar, that the wenches steal none; Mainly supporting our demolished house.
say your prayers twice a day, and, as I take it, you This would I wear as my inheritance. have performed your functions. And what hope can arise to me from it,
Flor. I may be even with you. When I and it are both here prisoners !
Bella. Hark! the court's broke up; go help Only may this, if ever we be free,
my old lord out of his caroch, and scratch his head Keep or redeem me from all infamy.
Bella. Fie, madam, how you walk! By my maidFie! cease to wonder,
en-head, you look seven years older than you Though you hear Orpheus, with his ivory lute, did this morning. Why there can be nothing unMove trees and rocks,
der the sun valuable to make you thus a minute. Charmbults, bears, and men more savage,to be mute; Beaumel. Ah, my sweet Bellapert, thou cabinet Weak foolish singer, here is one
To all my counsels, thou dost know the cause Would have transformed thyself to stone. I That makes thy lady wither thus in youth.