SCENE I. The Tower. Enter WARWICK. War. Mistaken mortals plan delusive schemes "Tis now two years since Henry lost the crown, A fellow captive now: disgraceful thought! The drowsy soul to sweet forgetfulness! But 'twill not be:-Elizabeth, where art thou? Perhaps with Edward-O that thought distracts me: It is, I fear, as Marg❜ret said; she's false. Enter the EARL of PEMBROKE. Pem. My friend! War. My Pembroke, welcome : Thee I have ever found most just and kind; The jewel friendship shines with double lustre. That I have suffer'd, thou wouldst pity me. Pem. I would do more, much more, my Warwick: he Who only pities, but insults the wretched; I come with nobler views, I come to tell thee, That I have felt thy inj'ries as my own, And will revenge them too. War. How kind thou art To feel for Warwick! Pem. Ev'ry honest breast Must feel the inj'ries that a good man suffers: To English freedom, when our liberty War. I've not deserv'd them. Pem. Nor shalt thou wear them long: for thou hast great And pow'rful friends-the noble duke of ClarenceBehold his signet-this, my Warwick, gain'd me Admission here- -we must be secret. War. Then I am not forsaken: Clarence!-Ha! The gallant youth, with honest zeal, declar'd War. Then, Edward, I defy thee: gen'rous Clarence! Thou know'st, the man who thus could treat a friend, Would soon forget a brother-but say, Pembroke, How stands the duke of Buckingham? Pem. Fast bound To Edward; he and that smooth courtier, Suffolk, War. Ay: how fares My new ally? has she escaped the tyrant? Pem. She has: and by some wondrous means contriv'd To free her captive son. War. Though I abhor, I must admire that enterprising woman : In search of fresh expedients, to recover Pem. Aready she has rais'd A pow'rful army; all the secret foes Of York's ambitious line rush forth in crowds, Shall dawn upon us, she will set thee free. War. O! Pembroke, nothing wounds the gen'rous mind So deep as obligations to a foe. Is there no way to liberty, my friend, But through the bloody paths of civil war? Pem. I fear there is not. War. Then it must be so: I could have wish'd-but freedom and revenge On any terins are welcome. Pem. Here then join we Our hands War. Our hearts. Pem. Now, Warwick, be thou firm In thy resolves; let no unmanly fears, No foolish fond remembrance of past friendship War. No: by my wrongs it shall not: once, thon I lov'd him but too well, and these vile chains Of this once pow'rful arm, and thou shalt see Pem. They are, and wait but for my orders; We haste to seize the palace and redeem War. Redeem her, ba! Pem. A willing slave; A gay state pris'ner, left to roam at large That's more inviting than a prison :-O It seems, to thank him for his royal bounties War. Farewell. [Exit. She's lost: she's gone: that base seducer, Edward, Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord, the lady Elizabeth. War. Amazement! sure It cannot be! admit her, sir-why, what [Exit Mess. Enter ELIZABETH. Eliz. My Warwick! War. "Tis a grace I look'd not for, Eliz. I come to take my portion of misfortune, War. And art thou come, To plead the cause of him who sent me hither? War. Forget my wrongs! was that thy errand here, To teach me low submission to a tyrant; To ask forgiveness, kneel and deprecate, The wrath of blust'ring Edward? If thou com'st Through all your arts; by heav'n, I'd rather lose Eliz. Either my Warwick is much chang'd, and so I fear he is, or he would never talk Thus coldly to me, never would despise A life so precious, if he knew how much The gallant Edward, won by my entreaties War. Entreaties! didst thou then descend so low, As to entreat him for me? |