_Essex._ O, deadly stroke! My life's the destined mark. The poison'd shaft has drank my spirits deep.-- Is't come to this? Conspire with rebels! Ha! I've served you, madam, with the utmost peril, And ever gloried in th' illustrious danger, Where famine faced me with her meagre mien, And pestilence and death brought up her train. I've fought your battles, in despite of nature, Where seasons sicken'd, and the clime was fate. My power to parley, or to fight, I had From you; the time and circumstance did call Aloud for mutual treaty and condition; For that I stand a guarded felon here; a traitor, Hemm'd in by villains, and by slaves surrounded. _Qu. Eliz._ Shall added insolence, with crest audacious, Her front uplift against the face of power? Think not that injured majesty will bear Such arrogance uncheck'd, or unchastised. No public trust becomes the man, who treads, With scornful steps, in honour's sacred path, And stands at bold defiance with his duty. _Essex._ Away with dignities and hated trust, With flattering honours, and deceitful power! Invert th' eternal rules of right and justice; Let villains thrive, and outcast virtue perish; Let slaves be raised, and cowards have command. Take, take your gaudy trifles back, those baits Of vice, and virtue's bane. 'Tis clear, my queen, My royal mistress, casts me off; nay, joins With Cecil to destroy my life and fame. _Qu. Eliz._ Presuming wretch! Audacious traitor! _Essex._ Traitor! _Qu. Eliz._ Hence from my sight, ungrateful slave, and learn At distance to revere your queen! _Essex._ Yes; let Me fly beyond the limits of the world, And nature's verge, from proud oppression far, From malice, tyranny, from courts, from you. _Qu. Eliz._ Traitor! villain! [_Strikes him._ _Essex._ Confusion! what, a blow! Restrain, good Heaven! down, down, thou rebel passion, And, judgment, take the reins. Madam, 'tis well-- Your soldier falls degraded; His glory's tarnish'd, and his fame undone. O, bounteous recompence from royal hands! But you, ye implements, beware, beware, What honour wrong'd, and honest wrath can act. _Qu. Eliz._ What would th' imperious traitor do? My life Beyond thy wretched purpose stands secure. Go, learn at leisure what your deeds deserve, And tremble at the vengeance you provoke. [_Exeunt all but ESSEX and SOUTHAMPTON._ _Essex._ Disgraced and struck! Damnation! Death were glorious! Revenge! revenge! _South._ Alas, my friend! what would Thy rage attempt? Consider well the great Advantage now your rash, ungovern'd temper Affords your foes. The queen, incensed, will let Their fury loose.--I dread the dire event!