 | The Elder Brother |  |
Actus Quintus.
Scena Prima.
Enter Eustace, Egremont, Cowsy.Eust.
Turn'd out of doors and baffled!
Egre.
We share with you in the affront.
Cow.
Yet bear it not like you with such dejection.
Eust.
My Coach and Horses made the ransom of our
Cowardize!
Cow.
Pish, that's nothing, 'tis damnum reparabile, and
soon recover'd.
Egre.
It is but feeding a Suitor with false hopes, and after
squeeze him with a dozen of Oaths, You are new rigg'd,
and this no more remembred.
Eust.
And does the Court, that should be the Example
and Oracle of the Kingdom, read to us no other Doctrine?
Egre.
None that thrives so well as that, within my knowledge.
Cow.
Flattery rubs out; but since great men learn to admire
themselves, 'tis something crest-faln.
Egre.
To be of no Religion, argues a subtle, moral understanding,
and it is often cherish'd.
Eust.
Piety then, and valour, nor to do and suffer wrong,
are they no virtues?
Egre.
Rather vices, Eustace; Fighting! what's fighting?
it may be in fashion among provant swords, and Buff-jerkin
men: But w'us that swim in choice of Silks and Tissues;
though in defence of that word Reputation, which is indeed
a kind of glorious nothing, to lose a dram of blood must
needs appear as coarse as to be honest.
Eust.
And all this you seriously believe?
Cow.
It is a faith that we will die in, since from the black
Guard to the grim Sir in Office, there are few hold other
Tenets.
Eust.
Now my eyes are open, and I behold a strong necessity
that keeps me knave and coward.
Cow.
Y'are the wiser.
Nor can I change my copy, if I purpose to be of your
society.
Egre.
By no means.
Eust.
Honour is nothing with you?
Cow.
A meer bubble; for what's grown common, is no
more regarded.
Eust.
My sword forc'd from me too, and still detain'd,
you think 'tis no blemish.
Egre.
Get me a Batton, 'tis twenty times more Court-like,
and less trouble.
Eust.
And yet you wear a sword.
Cow.
Yes, and a good one, a Milan hilt, and a Damasco
blade for ornament, not use, the Court allows it.
Eust.
Will't not fight of it self?
Cow.
I ne'er tri'd this, yet I have worn as fair as any man;
I'm sure I've made my Cutler rich, and paid for several
weapons, Turkish and Toledo's, two thousand Crowns, and
yet could never light upon a fighting one.
Eust.
I'le borrow this, I like it well.
Cow.
'Tis at your service, Sir, a Lath in a Velvet Scabbard
will serve my turn.
Eust.
And now I have it, leave me; y'are infectious, the
plague and leprosie of your baseness spreading on all that do
come near you; such as you render the Throne of Majesty,
the Court, suspected and contemptible; you are Scarabee's
that batten in her dung, and have no palats to taste her
curious Viands; and like Owles, can only see her night deformities,
but with the glorious splendor of her beauties,
you are struck blind as Moles, that undermine the sumptuous
Building that allow'd you shelter: you stick like
running ulcers on her face, and taint the pureness of her native
candor, and being bad Servants, cause your Masters
goodness to be disputed of; you make the Court, that is
the abstract of all Academies, to teach and practise noble undertakings,
(where courage sits triumphant crown'd with
Lawrel, and wisdom loaded with the weight of honour) a
School of Vices.
Egre.
What sudden rapture's this?
Eust.
A heavenly one, that raising me from sloth and
ignorance, (in which your conversation long hath charm'd
me) carries me up into the air of action, and knowledge of
my self; even now I feel, but pleading only in the Court's
defence (though far short of her merits and bright lustre) a
happy alteration, and full strength to stand her Champion
against all the world, that throw aspersions on her.
Cow.
Sure he'll beat us, I see it in his eyes.
Egre.
A second Charles; pray look not, Sir, so furiously.
Eust.
Recant what you have said, ye Mungrils, and lick
up the vomit ye have cast upon the Court, where you unworthily
have had warmth and breeding, and swear that
you, like Spiders, have made poison of that which was a
saving Antidote.
Egre.
We will swear any thing.
Cow.
We honour the Court as a most sacred place.
Egre.
And will make oath, if you enjoyn us to't, nor
knave, nor fool, nor coward living in it.
Eust.
Except you two, you Rascals.
Cow.
Yes, we are all these, and more, if you will have
it so.
Eust.
And that until you are again reform'd and grown
new men, you ne'ere presume to name the Court, or press
into the Porter's Lodge but for a penance, to be disciplin'd
for your roguery, and this done with true contrition.
Both.
Yes, Sir.
Eust.
You again may eat scraps, and be thankful.
Cow.
Here's a cold breakfast after a sharp nights walking.
Eust.
Keep your oaths, and without grumbling vanish.
Both.
We are gone, Sir.
[Exeunt.
Eust.
May all the poorness of my spirit go with you: the
fetters of my thraldom are fil'd off, and I at liberty to right
my self; and though my hope in Angellina's little, my
honour (unto which compar'd she's nothing) shall, like the
Sun, disperse those lowring Clouds that yet obscure and dim
it; not the name of Brother shall divert me, but from him,
that in the world's opinion ruin'd me, I will seek reparation,
and call him unto a strict accompt. Ha! 'tis near day, and
if the Muses friend, Rose-cheek'd Aurora, invite him to this
solitary Grove, as I much hope she will, he seldome missing
to pay his vows here to her, I shall hazard to hinder his devotions—The
door opens, 'tis he most certain, and by's
side my Sword. Blest opportunity.
Enter Charles.
Char.
I have o'er slept my self, and lost part of the morn,
but I'le recover it: Before I went to bed, I wrote some
Notes within my Table-book, which I will now consider. Ha!
what means this? What do I with a Sword? Learn'd
Mercury needs not th'aid of Mars, and innocence is to it
self a guard, yet since Arms ever protect Arts, I may justly
wear and use it; for since 'twas made my prize, I know not
how I'm grown in love with't, and cannot eat nor study, and
much less walk without it. But I trifle, matters of more
weight ask my judgment.
Eust.
Now, Sir, treat of no other Theme, I'le keep you
to it, and see y'expound it well.
Char.
Eustace!
Eust.
The same, Sir, your younger Brother, who, as duty
binds him, hath all this night (turn'd out of door) attended,
to bid Good-morrow t'ye.
Char.
This not in scorn, commands me to return it.
Would you ought else?
Eust.
O much, Sir, here I end not, but begin; I must speak to
you in another strain than yet I ever us'd; and if the language
appear in the delivery rough and harsh, you (being my
Tutor) must condemn your self, from whom I learn'd it.
Char.
When I understand (be't in what style you please)
what's your demand, I shall endeavour, in the self-same phrase,
to make an answer to the point.
Eust.
I come not to lay claim to your birth-right, 'tis your
own, and 'tis sit you enjoy it; nor ask I from you your learning
and deep knowledge; (though I am not a Scholar as
you are) I know them Diamonds by your sole industry, patience
and labour, forc'd from steep Rocks, and with much
toil attended, and but to few that prize their value granted,
and therefore without Rival freely wear them.
Char.
These not repin'd at (as you seem t'inform me)
the motion must be of a strange condition, if I refuse to yield
to't; therefore, Eustace, without this tempest in your looks,
propound it, and fear not a denial.
Eust.
I require then (as from an Enemy, and not a Brother)
the reputation of a man, the honour, not by a fair War
won when I was waking, but in my sleep of folly ravish'd
from me; with these, the restitution of my Sword, with
large acknowledgment of satisfaction, my Coach, my
Horses; I will part with life, ere lose one hair of them; and,
what concludes all, my Mistris Angellina, as she was before
the musical Magick of thy tongue inchanted and seduc'd
her. These perform'd, and with submission, and done publickly,
at my Father's and my Uncle's intercession, (that I
put in too) I perhaps may listen to terms of reconcilement;
but if these, in every circumstance, are not subscrib'd to, to
the last gasp I defie thee.
Char.
These are strict conditions to a Brother.
Eust.
My rest is up, nor will I give less.
Char.
I'm no Gamester, Eustace, yet I can ghess your resolution
stands to win or lose all; I rejoyce to find ye thus
tender of your honour, and that at length you understand
what a wretched thing you were, how deeply wounded by
your self, and made almost incurable in your own hopes,
the dead flesh of pale cowardise growing over your festred
reputation, which no Balm or gentle Unguent could ever
make way to; and I am happy that I was the Surgeon that
did apply those burning corrosives, that render you already
sensible o'th' danger you were plung'd in, in teaching you, and
by a fair gradation, how far, and with what curious respect
and care the peace and credit of a man within, (which you
ne'er thought till now) should be preferr'd before a gawdy
outside; pray you fix here, for so far I go with you.
This discourse is from the subject.
Char.
I'le come to it, Brother; but if you think to build
upon my ruines, you'll find a false foundation: your high
offers, taught by the Masters of dependencies, that by compounding
differences 'tween others, supply their own necessities,
with me will never carry 't: as you are my Brother,
I will dispense a little, but no more than honour can
give way to; nor must I destroy that in my self I love in you;
and therefore let not hopes or threats persuade you I will
descend to any composition for which I may be censur'd.
Eust.
You shall fight then.
Char.
With much unwillingness with you; but if there's
no evasion—
Eust.
None.
Char.
Hear yet a word; as for the Sword and other fripperies,
in a fair way send for them, you shall have 'em. But
rather than surrender Angellina, or hear it again mention'd,
I oppose my breast unto loud thunder, cast behind me all
tyes of Nature.
Eust.
She detain'd, I'm deaf to all persuasion.
Char.
Guard thy self then, Eustace; I use no other
Rhetorick.
Enter Miram.
Mir.
Clashing of swords so near my house! Brother oppos'd
to Brother! here's no fencing at half sword, hold,
hold, Charles, Eustace.
Eust.
Second him, or call in more help. Come not between
us, I'le not know nor spare you; D'ye fight by th'book?
Char.
'Tis you that wrong me, off Sir, and suddenly, I'le
conjure down the Spirit that I have rais'd in him.
Eust.
Never, Charles, 'tis thine, and in thy death, be
doubled in me.
Mir.
I'm out of breath, yet trust not too much to't,
Boys; for if you pause not suddenly, and hear reason, do,
kill your Uncle, do; but that I'm patient, and not a cholerick
old teasty fool, like your Father, I'd dance a marachin
with you, should make you sweat your best bloud for't; I
would, and it may be I will. Charles, I command thee, and
Eustace, I entreat thee, th'art a brave Spark, a true tough-metall'd
blade, and I begin to love thee heartily; give me a
fighting Courtier, I'le cherish him for example; in our Age
they're not born every day.
Char.
You of late, Sir, in me lov'd learning.
Mir.
True, but take me w'ye, Charles; 'twas when young
Eustace wore his heart in's breeches, and fought his Battels in
Complements and Cringes, when's understanding wav'd in
a flanting Feather, and his best contemplation look'd no
further than a new fashion'd doublet; I confess then, the
lofty noise your Greek made, only pleas'd me; but now he's
turn'd an Oliver and a Rowland, nay, the whole dozen of
Peers are bound up in him: Let me remember, when I was
of his years, I did look very like him; and did you see my
Picture as I was then, you would swear that gallant Eustace
(I mean, now he dares fight) was the true substance, and the
perfect figure. Nay, nay, no anger, you shall have enough,
Charles.
Char.
Sure, Sir, I shall not need addition from him.
Eust.
Nor I from any, this shall decide my interest;
though I am lost to all deserving men, to all that men call
good, for suffering tamely insufferable wrongs, and justly
slighted by yielding to a minute of delay in my revenge, and
from that made a stranger unto my Father's house and favour,
o'erwhelm'd with all disgraces; yet I will mount up
ward, and force my self a fortune, though my birth and
breeding do deny it.
Char.
Seek not, Eustace, by violence, what will be offer'd
to you on easier composition; though I was not alli'd unto
your weakness, you shall find me a Brother to your bravery
of spirit, and one that, not compell'd to't by your sword,
(which I must never fear) will share with you in all but
Angellina.
Mir.
Nobly said, Charles, and learn from my experience,
you may hear reason, and never maim your fighting; for
your credit, which you think you have lost, spare, Charles,
and swinge me (and soundly) three or four walking velvet
Cloaks, that wear no swords to guard 'em; yet deserve it,
thou art made up again.
Eust.
All this is Lip-salve.
Mir.
It shall be Hearts-ease, Eustace, ere I have done; as
for thy Father's anger, now thou dar'st fight, ne'er fear it, for
I've the dowcets of his gravity fast in a string, I will so pinch
and wring him, that, spight of his authority, thou shalt
make thine own conditions with him.
Eust.
I'le take leave a little to consider.
Char.
Here comes Andrew.
Mir.
But without his comical and learned face; what
sad disaster, Andrew?
And.
You my read, Sir, a Tragedy in my face.
Mir.
Art thou in earnest?
And.
Yes, by my life, Sir; and if now you help not, and
speedily, by force, or by persuasion, my good old Master
(for now I pity him) is ruin'd for ever.
Char.
Ha, my Father!
And.
He, Sir.
Mir.
By what means? speak.
And.
At the suit of Monsieur Lewis; his house is seiz'd
upon, and he in person is under guard, (I saw it with these
eyes, Sir) to be convey'd to Paris, and there Sentenc'd.
Mir.
Nay, then there is no jesting.
Char.
Do I live, and know my Father injur'd?
And.
And what's worse, Sir, my Ladie Angellina—
Eust.
What of her?
And.
She's carri'd away too.
Mir.
How?
And.
While you were absent, a crew of Monsieur Lewis
friends and kinsmen, by force, brake in at th'back part of
the house, and took her away by violence; faithful Andrew
(as this can witness for him) did his best in her defence, but
'twould not do.
Mir.
Away, and see our Horses sadled, 'tis no time to
talk, but do. Eustace, you now are offer'd a spatious field,
and in a pious War to exercise your valour; here's a cause,
and such a one, in which to fall is honourable, your dutie and
reverence due to a fathers name commanding it; but these
unnatural jars arising between Brothers (should you prosper)
would shame your victory.
Eust.
I would do much, Sir, but still my reptation!
Mir.
Charles shall give you all decent satisfaction; nay,
joyn hands, and heartily, why, this is done like Brothers;
and as old as I am, in this cause that concerns the honour
of our Family, Monsieur Lewis (if reason cannot work)
shall find and feel there's hot blood in this arm, I'le lead
you bravely.
Eust.
And if I follow not, a cowards name be branded
on my forehead.
Char.
This spirit makes you a sharer in my fortunes.
Mir.
And in mine, of which (Brisac once freed, and
Angellina again in our possession) you shall know, my heart
speaks in my tongue.
Eust.
I dare not doubt it, Sir.
[Exeunt.
SCENA II.
Enter Lewis, Brisac, Angellia, Sylvia, Officers.Lew.
I'm deaf to all perswasions.
Bri.
I use none, nor doubt I, though a while my innocence
suffers, but when the King shall understand how false
your malice hath inform'd him, he in justice must set me
right again.
Ang.
Sir, let not passion so far transport you, as to think it
reason, this violent course repairs, but ruins it; that honour
you would build up, you destroy; what you would seem to
nourish, if respect of my preferment or my pattern may
challenge your paternal love and care, why do you, now
good fortune has provided a better Husband for me than
your hopes could ever fancy, strive to rob me of him? In
what is my Lord Charles defective, Sir? unless deep Learning
mulcts in nature, or, what you only aim'd at, large Revenues,
are, on the sudden, grown distasteful to you. Of what
can you accuse him?
Lew.
Of a Rape done to Honour, which thy ravenous lust
made thee consent to.
Syl.
Her lust! you are her Father.
Lew.
And you her Bawd.
Syl.
Were you ten Lords, 'tis false; the pureness of her
chaste thoughts entertains not such spotted instruments.
Ang.
As I have a Soul, Sir.
Lew.
I am not to be alter'd; to sit down with this disgrace,
would argue me a Peasant, and not born Noble: all
rigour that the Law, and that increase of power by Favour
yields, shall be with all severity inflicted; you have the
King's hand for't, no Bail will serve, and therefore at your
perils, Officers, away with 'em.
Bri.
This is madness.
Lew.
Tell me so in open Court, and there I'le answer
you.
Enter Miramont, Charles, Eustace, Andrew.
Mir.
Well overtaken.
Char.
Ill if they dare resist.
Eust.
He that advances but one step forward dies.
Lew.
Shew the King's Writ.
Mir.
Shew your discretion, 'twill become you better.
Char.
Y'are once more in my power, and if again I part
with you, let me for ever lose thee.
Eust.
Force will not do't, nor threats; accept this service
from your despair'd of Eustace.
And.
And beware your Reverend Worship never more
attempt to search my Lilly pot, you see what follows.
Lew.
Is the King's power contemn'd?
Mir.
No, but the torrent o' your wilful folly stopp'd.
And for you, good Sir, if you would but be sensible, what
can you wish, but the satisfaction of an obstinate will, that
is not endear'd to you? rather than be cross'd in what you
purpos'd, you'll undo your Daughter's fame, the credit of
your judgment, and, your old foolish Neighbour; make
your Estates, and in a Suit not worth a Cardecue, a prey to
Advocates, and their buckram Scribes, and after they have
plum'd ye, return home like a couple of naked Fowles
without a feather.
Char.
This is a most strong truth, Sir.
Mir.
No, no, Monsieur, let us be right Frenchmen,
violent to charge; but when our follies are repell'd by
reason, 'tis fit that we retreat, and ne'er come on more:
observe my learned Charles, he'll get thee a Nephew on
Angellina shall dispute in her belly, and suck the Nurse by
Logick: and here's Eustace, he was an Ass, but now is
grown an Amadis; nor shall he want a Wife, if all my
Land, for a Joynture, can effect: Y'are a good Lord, and
of a gentle nature, in your looks I see a kind consent, and
it shews lovely: and do you hear, old Fool? but I'le not
chide, hereafter, like me, ever doat on Learning, the meer
belief is excellent, 'twill save you; and next love Valour,
though you dare not fight your self, or fright a foolish Officer,
young Eustace can do it to a hair. And, to conclude,
let Andrew's Farm b' encreas'd, that is your penance, you
know for what, and see you rut no more; you understand
me. So embrace on all sides.
Provided we preserve you still our Friends—
[Exeunt.
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