Volume Vi Part 93 (1/2)

Father, what wouldest thou have me do in this?

Thou seest thy son is sorry for his fault, And I am sure thou would not wish his death, Because a father's care commands the contrary.

Then, gentle father, let me plead for him, And be his pledge for shunning wilful ills.

FATHER.

Will Edgar now be found a partial judge, In pleading pardon for a graceless child?

Is it not true, That one coal of fire will burn many houses, And one small brack in finest cloth that is, Will both disgrace and blemish the whole piece?

So wilful children, spotted with one ill, Are apt to fall to twenty thousand more; And therefore, mighty sovereign, leave to speak, And pa.s.s just sentence on Philarchus' life.

PHILARCHUS.

My life? dear father, that sentence were too hard: Let me be banish'd from my country's bounds, And live as exil'd in some wilderness, Barr'd from society and sight of men; Or let me hazard fortunes on the seas, In setting me aboard some helmless s.h.i.+p, That either I may split upon some rock, Or else be swallowed in the purple main, Rather than die in presence of my king, Or bring that sorrow to your aged years.

If this suffice not, then let me be arm'd, And left alone among ten thousand foes; And if my weapon cannot set me free, Let them be means to take my life from me.

KING.

Father, what say you to Philarchus now?

Are you content to pardon his amiss?

Dunstan, I promise thee, it grieves me much, To hear what piteous moan Philarchus makes: Methinks I see sad sorrow in his face, And his humility argues him penitent.

But, father, for I will not be the judge, To doom Philarchus either life or death, Here, take my robes, and judge him as thou wilt.

FATHER.

Then, virtuous prince, seeing you will have it so, Although the place be far unfit for me, I am content your grace shall have your mind.

Thus, like an a.s.s attired in costly robes, Or like a ring thrust in a foul sow's snout, So do these robes and sceptre fit mine age.

But for I am judge, Philarchus, stand thou forth, And know, as there is nothing so good, but it hath some inconvenience, So there is no man whatsoever without some fault: Yet this is no argument to maintain thy wilful disobedience.

As the rose hath his p.r.i.c.kle, the finest velvet his brack, The fairest flower his bran, so the best wit his wanton will.

But, Philarchus, thou hast been more than wanton, Because thou hast disobeyed the laws both of G.o.d and nature: The tears that thou hast shed might warrant me, That thou art penitent for thy amiss, Besides, my son, a father's natural care Doth challenge pardon for thy first amiss.

KING.

Father, well said: I see thou pitiest him.

FATHER.

Nay, stay, my lord: This did I speak as father to Philarchus; But now, my lord, I must speak as a judge.

And now, Philarchus, mark what I set down.

Because thou hast been disobedient, And wronged thy aged father wilfully, And given a blow to him that nourished thee, And thereby hast incurr'd thy mother's curse, And in that curse to feel the wrath of G.o.d, And so be hated on the earth 'mongst men; And for I will be found no partial judge, Because I sit as G.o.d's vicegerent now, Here I do banish thee from England's bounds, And never to----

KING.

There stay: now, let me speak the rest.

Philarchus, thou hast heard thy father's doom, And what thy disobedience moved him to; Yet for thou wast once bedfellow to the king, And that I loved thee as my second self, thou shall Go live in France, in Flanders, Scotland, or elsewhere, And have [an] annual pension sent to thee.

There may'st thou live in good and honest sort, Until thou be recalled by the king.

PHILARCHUS.

Thanks, gracious king, for this great favour shown, And may I never live, if I forget Your grace's kind and unexpected love, In favouring him whom all the world forsook: For which my orisons shall still be spent, Heavens may protect your princely majesty.

And, loving father, here upon my knee, Sorry for my amiss, I take my leave Both of yourself, my king, and countrymen.

England, farewell, more dearer unto me, Than pen can write, or heart can think of thee.

[_Exit_.

KING.

Farewell, Philarchus; and, father, come to Court; And, for Philarchus' sake, thou shalt not want.

FATHER.