You may remember (for I now will speak, you Jaf. And I was with you: your unskilful pilot Pri. You stole her from me; like a thief, you stole her At dead of night; that cursed hour you chose May all your joys in her prove false like mine; Attend you both; continual discord make Jaf. Half of your curse you have bestow'd in vain: Heaven has already crown'd our faithful loves sire, And happier than his father! Rather live Pri. To bate thee for his bread, and din your ears With hungry cries: whilst his unhappy mother Sits down and weeps in bitterness of want. Jaf. You talk as if 'twould please you. Pri. "Twould, by Heaven! Once she was dear, indeed; the drops that fell From my sad heart, when she forgot her duty, The fountain of my life was not so precious: But she is gone, and if I am a man I will forget her. Jaf. Would I were in my grave. Pri. And she too with thee; For living here, you're but my curs'd remembrancers I once was happy. Jaf. You use me thus, because you know my soul Is fond of Belvidera: you perceive My life feeds on her, therefore thus you treat me! Oh! could my soul have ever known satiety; Jaf. plighted, During which time the world must bear me witness, Because (though hopeless e'er to win your nature) Not as the heiress of the Pri. No more! great Priuli. Jaf. Yes! all, and then adieu for ever. There's not a wretch that lives on common charity But's happier than me: For I have known The luscious sweets of plenty; every night Have slept with soft content about my head, And never wak'd but to a joyful morning; Yet now must fall like a full ear of corn, Whose blossom 'scap'd, yet's wither'd in the ripening. Pri. Home, and be humble, study to retrench; Discharge the lazy vermin of thy hall, Those pageants of thy folly; Reduce the glittering trappings of thy wife Then to some suburb cottage both retire; Drudge, to feed loathsome life; get brats, and starve Home, home, I say— [Exit. Jaf. Yes, if my heart would let meThis proud, this swelling heart: home I would go, But that my doors are hateful to mine eyes, Fill'd and damm'd up with gaping creditors, Watchful as fowlers when their game will spring: I've not now fifty ducats in the world, Yet still I am in love, and pleas'd with ruin. Oh, Belvidera! Oh! she is my wifeAnd we will bear our wayward fate together, But ne'er know comfort more. Pierre. Enter PIERRE. My friend, good-morrow! How fares the honest partner of my heart? Call'd honesty, got footing in the world. Pierre. Why, powerful villany first set it up, For its own ease and safety: honest men Are the soft easy cushions on which knaves Repose and fatten: were all mankind villains, They'd starve each other; lawyers would want prac tice, Cut-throats rewards: each man would kill his brother Himself; none would be paid or hang'd for murder: To bind the hands of bold deserving rogues, Pierre. Nothing else: Like wit, much talk'd of, but not to be defin'd: He that pretends to most, too, has least share in't; 'Tis a ragged virtue: Honesty! no more on't. Jaf. Sure thou art honest? Pierre. So, indeed, men think me, But they're mistaken, Jaffier: I'm a rogue, A fine, gay, bold-fac'd villain, as thou seest me: Yet, Jaffeir, for all this, I am a villain. Jaf. A villain! Pierre. Yes, a most notorious villain : To see the sufferings of my fellow-creatures, And own myself a man: to see our senators Cheat the deluded people with a shew Of liberty, which yet they ne'er must taste of; They say, by them our hands are free from fetters, Yet whom they please they lay in basest bonds; Bring whom they please to infamy and sorrow; Drive us, like wrecks, down the rough tide of power, Whilst no hold's left to save us from destruction; That wheresoe'er I fram'd a scheme of life |