University of Virginia Library

Scene the Sixth

Ulamar, Beaufort.
Ul.
What turnst thou from thy Friend, O Beaufort, Beaufort.

Beau.
What hast thou done fond Youth?

Ul.
O Look not with that Mornful coldness on me,
Thou art my Benefactor, Father, Friend;
'Tis by thy Generous Friendship I have Liv'd;
Alas I cannot bear the freezing Gloom
That's on thy Brow, it chills me to the Heart.

Beau.
Reflect on what thou hast done

Ul.
Oh speak not Beaufort in that Cruel Tone!
Where is my Friend, my Warm, my tender Friend,
For in thy alter'd Meen I see him not,
Nor hear him in thy Voice.

Beau.
Thou hast betray'd him, lost him.

Ul.
Not for the VVorld, I would not loose my Beaufort:
What 'ere I did, thy Friend was forc'd to do.

Beau.
Forc'd?

Ul.
Yes, forc'd, and with the only dreadful Force
That could compel my Soul,
My Mothers Life depended on the Deed.

Beau.
Yes, yes, I guest the Cause;
Ay, This is what has Captivated Europe,
VVhere their Domestick Interest most prefer
Before the Weal and Honour of their Country,
Tho' private good on publick Weal depends,
And he who for his House betrays his Country,
Betrays his Family, Betrays his Children,
All his Posterity to shameful Ruin,
And makes them Poor, Precarious, Abject, Base,
Instead of Happy, Rich, or Great, or Brave;
And this, fond Youth, thou wilt too surely fin'd

Ul.
Oh spare me Beaufort, spare me.

Beau.
Yes, I have done, this is Revenge enough,
For one who Loves thee.

Ul.
Oh that blest sound! How it revives my Soul?

Beau.
This for a Friend, is Chastisement enough;
Or if thy Fault asks more, thy new Allies
Too surely will inflict it, for their Friends:
Their Friends are they, who feel their Barbarous Hands,
Most Grievous and most Bloody.

Ul.
Nay, now thou Chid'st again;

Beau.
Oh! No, my Friend, my Happiness, my Glory.
'Tis now that I would chiefly shew I Love thee;
For since with so much Tenderness, we have Liv'd,
And Fate at last obliges us to part,
And that for ever, let us part in Love.

Ul.
What must we part?

Beau.
Part Ulamar? Why that's the very thing
Thy new Allies design'd.
'Tis by dividing old and Faithful Friends
That they oft ruine both; 'tis their old Cheat.

Ul.
But sure thou did'st not say for Ever?

Beau.
Too probably for ever!

Ul.
Curst unforeseen Calamity! But when?

Beau.
This moment.

Ul.
This moment! 'Tis Impossible.

Beau.
This moment to my Troops, I take my way,
I doubt the French, and dare no longer Stay:
Adieu my Friend?

Ul.
For ever Beaufort! Let us in part Hope.

Beau.
England severely will Revenge this Peace,
And leave the Angians to their new Allies,
And to their Mercy, which is dreadful Cruelty;
And I as England's faithful Son am bound,
To enter into all her Sentiments.

Ul.
But yet thou wilt not Hate me.

Beau.
Oh never, never, 'tis not in my Pow'r;
My valued Friend, adieu!

Ul.
This partings death to me.

Beau.
What is't to me then?
This Evening I resign'd Irene to thee,
Did that declare a Vulgar Friendship, say.

Ul.
Oh no! A Matchless, unexampled one.

Beau.
And yet thou hast depriv'd me of thy self too,
Irene now is thine, and thou art Hers;
She soon will comfort thee, for Beaufort's Abscence;
But only Death will drive away my Grief,
For I shall never never see thee more.

Ul.
Why then thou wilt not sure begone to Night;
For I have still ten Thousand things to say.

Beau.
I must be gone, ev'n now I must begone;
I doubt the French, and dare no longer stay,
For my Brave Troops may all er'e morn be lost.

Ul.
But 'tis a Gloomy and Tempestous Night;
And thou hast a long League to March alone,
And yet thou say'st, there may be danger near.

Beau.
Oh I have lost all that I held most Dear;
Th' entirely Wretched, need no danger Fear.