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THE FALL OF MORTIMER. 13
L. Mount. If thou art fo, like Lightning, I'll
fore-run thee -,
And if thyfelf thou dar'ft a Thund'rer prove,
Follow me, Mortimer, and I'll think thee Jove.
[Exeunt Mount. Dela. and Holland.
Tur. Had you not Patience, as you have the
Power,
Of an offended Deity, this Language fure had been
his laft.
I watch'd, my Lord, your Eyes,
And, ready for the Signal of Difpatch,
Had laid his reeking Heart beneath his Feet:
Nev. You are too merciful, too full of Goodhefs:
Such Indignities call for Refentments
No lefs than Death.— Pardon my Plainnefs, Sir ;
For here I prophecy, unlefs you break
This Serpent's Egg before the Monlter's hatch'd,
^Twill bring Deftruclion on yourfelf and Friends.
Mort. I thank ye, and am happy in your Service:
The Babler I defpife, — he (hall be punifh'd
The Envy that his canker'd Breaft is big with.
By preying on itfelf (hall work his Ruin.
So Dogs behold the Luitre of the Moon,
And fo run yelping backward into Madnefs.
Exeunt.
The Scene changes to a Tavern,
Difcovering Oldftile, Felt and Frame, at a Tahle^
with Bottle and Glajfes before them.
Felt. Who, fay you, Neighbour Oldjiik, has paid
for this Peace ?
Oldfiile. Why, the Scots — i'Falth, Mortimer has
humbled their Pride — they were forc'd to come
down thirty thoufand good Marks, to make up thQ
Lofles they did us lad Year in the North.
Felt. Right and good Reafon they fhould— -Why
fhould we always pay the Pioer and never dance ?