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_Jaf._ Let heav'n forget me, When I remember not thy truth, thy love.
_Enter Pierre._
_Pier._ Jaffier!
_Jaf._ Who calls?
_Pier._ A friend, that could have wish'd T' have found thee otherwise employ'd. What, hunt A wife, on the dull soil! Sure a staunch husband Of all hounds is the dullest. Wilt thou never, Never, be wean'd from caudles and confections?
What feminine tales hast thou been list'ning to, Of unair'd s.h.i.+rts, catarrhs, and tooth-ache, got By thin-sol'd shoes? d.a.m.nation! that a fellow, Chosen to be a sharer in the destruction Of a whole people, should sneak thus into corners To ease his fulsome l.u.s.ts, and fool his mind.
_Jaf._ May not a man then trifle out an hour With a kind woman, and not wrong his calling?
_Pier._ Not in a cause like ours.
_Jaf._ Then, friend, our cause Is in a d.a.m.n'd condition: for I'll tell thee, That cankerworm, call'd lechery, has touch'd it; 'Tis tainted vilely. Wouldst thou think it? Renault (That mortify'd, old, wither'd, winter rogue,) He visited her last night, like a kind guardian: Faith! she has some temptation, that's the truth on't.
_Pier._ He durst not wrong his trust.
_Jaf._ 'Twas something late, though, To take the freedom of a lady's chamber.
_Pier._ Was she in bed?
_Jaf._ Yes, faith, in virgin sheets, White as her bosom, Pierre, dish'd neatly up, Might tempt a weaker appet.i.te to taste.
Oh! how the old fox stunk, I warrant thee, When the rank fit was on him!
_Pier._ Patience guide me!
He us'd no violence?
_Jaf._ No, no; out on't, violence!
Play'd with her neck; brush'd her with his grey beard; But not a jot of violence.
_Pier._ d.a.m.n him.
_Jaf._ Ay, so say I: but hush, no more on't.
All hitherto is well, and I believe Myself no monster yet. Sure it is near the hour We all should meet for our concluding orders: Will the amba.s.sador be here in person?
_Pier._ No, he has sent commission to that villain, Renault, To give the executing charge: I'd have thee be a man, if possible, And keep thy temper; for a brave revenge Ne'er comes too late.
_Jaf._ Fear not, I am cool as patience.
_Pier._ He's yonder, coming this way through the hall; His thoughts seem full.
_Jaf._ Pr'ythee retire, and leave me With him alone: I'll put him on some trial; See how his rotten part will bear the touching.
_Pier._ Be careful, then. [_exit._
_Jaf._ Nay, never doubt, but trust me.
What! be a devil, take a d.a.m.ning oath For shedding native blood! Can there be a sin In merciful repentance? Oh, this villain!
_Enter Renault._
_Ren._ Perverse and peevis.h.!.+ What a slave is man To let his rebel pa.s.sions master him!
Despatch the tool her husband--that were well.
Who's there?
_Jaf._ A man.
_Ren._ My friend, my near ally, The hostage of your faith, my beauteous charge, is very well.
_Jaf._ Sir, are you sure of that?
Stands she in perfect health? Beats her pulse even; Neither too hot nor cold?
_Ren._ What means that question?
_Jaf._ Oh! women have fantastic const.i.tutions, Inconstant in their wishes, always wavering, And never fix'd. Was it not boldly done, Even at first sight, to trust the thing I lov'd (A tempting treasure too) with youth so fierce And vigorous as thine? but thou art honest.
_Ren._ Who dares accuse me?
_Jaf._ Curs'd be he that doubts Thy virtue! I have try'd it, and declare, Were I to choose a guardian of my honour, I'd put it in thy keeping: for I know thee.
_Ren._ Know me!
_Jaf._ Ay, know thee. There's no falsehood in thee.
Thou look'st just as thou art. Let us embrace.
Now would'st thou cut my throat, or I cut thine.
_Ren._ You dare not do't.
_Jaf._ You lie, sir.
_Ren._ How!
_Jaf._ No more, 'Tis a base world, and must reform, that's all.
_Enter Spinosa, Theodore, Elliott, Revillido, Durand, Bramveil, and the rest of the Conspirators._
_Ren._ Spinosa! Theodore!
_Spin._ The same.
_Ren._ You are welcome.
_Spin._ You are trembling, sir.
_Ren._ 'Tis a cold night, indeed, and I am aged; Full of decay and natural infirmities:
_Re-enter Pierre._
We shall be warm, my friends, I hope, to-morrow.