Yet, but consider how this wealth was purchased, 'Twill trouble the possession.

Champ. You, sir, know

I got it, and with honour.
Din. But from whom?

Remember that, and how! You'll come indeed
To houses bravely furnish'd, but demanding
Where it was bought, this soldier will not lie,
But answer truly," This rich cloth of arras
I made my prize in such a ship; this plate
Was my share in another; these fair jewels,
Coming ashore, I got in such a village,

The maid, or matron kill'd, from whom they were ravish'd.

The wines you drink are guilty too; for this, This Candy wine, three merchants were undone; These suckets break as many more." In brief, All you shall wear, or touch, or see, is purchased By lawless force, and you but revel in

The tears and groans of such as were the owners. Champ. 'Tis false, most basely false !

Vert. Let losers talk.

Din. Lastly, those joys, those best of joys, which
Hymen

Freely bestows on such that come to tie
The sacred knot he blesses, won unto it
By equal love, and mutual affection,
Not blindly led with the desire of riches,
Most miserable you shall never taste of!
This marriage-night you'll meet a widow's bed,
Or, failing of those pleasures all brides look for,

Suckets,] Not banqueting dishes, as Seward explains it, but sugar-pellets, or confectionary in general. This is fully proved by Davenant's Comedy of the Wits:

“Thwack. Now does my blood wamble, You! sucket-eater !”

Sin in your wish it were so!
Champ. Thou'rt a villain,

A base, malicious slanderer!
Cler. Strike him.

Din. No, he's not worth a blow.
Champ. Oh, that I had thee

In some close vault, that only would yield room
To me to use my sword, to thee no hope

To run away, I would make thee on thy knees Bite out the tongue that wrong'd me!

Vert. Pray you have patience.

Lam. This day I am to be your sovereign; Let me command you.

Champ. I am lost with rage,

And know not what I am myself, nor you.
Away! dare such as you, that love the smoke
Of peace, more than the fire of glorious war,
And, like unprofitable drones, feed on

Your grandsires' labours, (that, as I am now, Were gathering-bees, and fill'd their hive, this country,

With brave triumphant spoils) censure our actions? -You object my prizes to me: Had you seen The horror of a sea-fight, with what danger I made them mine; the fire I fearless fought in, And quench'd it in mine enemies' blood, which straight

Like oil pour'd out on't," made it burn anew; My deck blown up, with noise enough to mock The loudest thunder, and the desperate fools

5 Like oil pour'd out on't, made it burn anew.] I would chuse to read, like oil pour'd on it; but I believe the old reading may give the same idea. The metaphor is a little difficult here; the blood both quenches and makes the fire burn anew; but quenches, here, must only signify to abate the fire for a moment, and then the whole is clear.-Seward.

That boarded me, sent, to defy the tempests
That were against me, to the angry sea,
Frighted with men thrown o'er; no victory,
But in despite of the four elements,

The fire, the air, the sea, and sands hid in it,
To be atchieved; you would confess, poor men,
(Though hopeless such an honourable way
To get or wealth, or honour in yourselves)
He that through all these dreadful
passages
Pursued and overtook them, unaffrighted,
Deserves reward, and not to have it styled
By the base name of theft.

Din. This is the courtship

That you must look for, madam.
Cler. "Twill do well,

When nothing can be done, to spend the night with.
Your tongue is sound, good lord; and I could wish,
For this young lady's sake, this leg, this arm, ¦
And there is something else, I will not name,
(Though 'tis the only thing that must content her)
Had the same vigour.

Champ. You shall buy these scoffs [Draws.
With your best blood! Help me once, noble anger!
Nay, stir not; I alone must right myself,
And with one leg transport me, to correct
These scandalous praters! Oh, that noble wounds
[Falls; they laugh.
Should hinder just revenge! D'ye jeer me too?
I got these, not as you do your diseases,
In brothels, or with riotous abuse
Of wine in taverns; I have one leg shot,
One arm disabled, and am honour'd more
By losing them, as I did, in the face
Of a brave enemy, than if they were

As when I put to sea. You are Frenchmen only, In that you have been laid, and cured. Go to!

You mock my leg, but every bone about you
Makes you good almanack-makers, to foretell
What weather we shall have.

Din. Put up your sword.

Cler. Or turn it to a crutch; there it may be useful;

And live on the relation to your wife

Of what a brave man you were once.
Din. And tell her,

What a fine virtue 'tis in a young lady
To give an old man pap.

Cler. Or hire a surgeon

To teach her to roll up your broken limbs.

Din. To make a poultice, and endure the scent Of oils, and nasty plasters,

Vert. Fy, sir, fy!

[CHAMPERNEL weeps.

You that have stood all dangers, of all kinds,
To yield to a rival's scoff?

Lam, Shed tears upon

Your wedding-day?-This is unmanly, gentlemen. Champ. They are tears of anger. Oh, that I should live

To play the woman thus! All-powerful Heaven,
Restore me, but one hour, that strength again
That I had once, to chastise in these men
Their follies and ill manners; and that done,
When you please, I'll yield up the fort of life,
And do it gladly.

Cler. We ha' the better of him,

We ha' made him cry.

Verdone. You shall have satisfaction :

And I will do it nobly, or disclaim me.

Beaup. I say no more; you have a brother, sister:

This is your wedding-day, we are in the street, And howsoever they forget their honour,

'Tis fit I lose not mine, by their example.

Vert. If there be laws in Paris, look to answer This insolent affront.

Cler. You that live by them,

Study 'em, for Heaven's sake! For my part, I know

not,

Nor care not, what they are. Is there aught else That you would say?

Din. Nothing; I have

my ends.

Lamira weeps; I have said too much I fear!

So dearly once I loved her, that I cannot

Endure to see her tears.

[Exeunt DINANT and CLEREMONT.

Champ. See you perform it,

And do it like my nephew.

Verdone. If I fail in't,

Never know me more. Cousin Beauprè!

Champ. Repent not

[They speak apart.

What thou hast done, my life; thou shalt not find I am decrepid; in my love and service,

I will be young, and constant; and believe me, (For thou shalt find it true, in scorn of all

The scandals these rude men have thrown upon me) I'll meet thy pleasures with a young man's ardour, And in all circumstances of a husband

Perform my parts.

Lam. Good sir, I am your servant;
And 'tis too late now, if I did repent,
(Which, as I am a virgin yet, I do not)

To undo the knot, that by the church is tied.
Only I would beseech you, as you have
A good opinion of me, and my virtues,

For so you have pleased to style my innocent

weakness,

That what hath pass'd between Dinant and me,