Prove ills.
Sure, I can look a man into misfortune!
The plague's so great within me, 'tis infectious.35
O, I am weary of myself.
Sir, I beseech you, yet accept of it;
For I shall be this way a sufferer
And an executioner too.
Samorat. I beg of thee, no more;40
Thou dost beget in me desire to live:
For, when I find how much I am behind
In noble acts of friendship,
I cannot choose but wish for longer time,
That I might struggle with thee for what thou hast45
Too clearly now got from me, the point of honour.
O, it is wisdom and great thrift to die!
For who with such a debt of friendship and
Of love, as you and my Sabrina must
Expect from me, could e'er subsist?50
Nassurat. They are complimenting; 'sfoot, they make
no more of it than if 'twere who should go in first at a door.
I think, Pellegrin, as you and I have cast it up, it comes to
something more.
Enter Messenger
Messenger. Gentlemen, prepare: the court is sitting.55
Samorat. Friends,
This is no time for ceremony; but what
A rack have I within me to see you suffer!
And yet I hope the Prince will let his anger
Die in me, not to take the forfeiture of you.60
Nassurat. If he should, Pellegrin and I are resolved,
and are ready—all but our speeches to the people; and
those will not trouble us much, for we intend not to trouble
them.[Exeunt
Scene V
Enter Prince, Philatel, and Attendants
Prince. Not accept it! Lose this way too!—
What shall I do? he makes advantages
Of mine; and, like a skilful tennis-player,
Returns my very best with excellent design.
It must not be. Bring to the closet here above5
The chief o' th' jury: I'll try another way.
