_Duke._ Break up the council. Captain, guard your prisoners. Jaffier, you're free, but these must wait for judgment. [_Exeunt all the_ Senators.[75] <i>Pier.</i> Come, where's my dungeon? lead me to my straw: It will not be the first time I've lodged hard To do your Senate service. <i>Jaff.</i> Hold one moment. <i>Pier.</i> Who's he disputes the judgment of the Senate? Presumptuous rebel--on-- [<i>Strikes</i> <sc>Jaffier</sc>. <i>Jaff.</i> By Heaven, you stir not! I must be heard, I must have leave to speak. Thou hast disgraced me, Pierre, by a vile blow: Had not a dagger done thee nobler justice? But use me as thou wilt, thou canst not wrong me, For I am fallen beneath the basest injuries; Yet look upon me with an eye of mercy, With pity and with charity behold me; Shut not thy heart against a friend's repentance, But, as there dwells a godlike nature in thee, Listen with mildness to my supplications. <i>Pier.</i> What whining monk art thou? what holy cheat, That wouldst encroach upon my credulous ears, And cant'st thus vilely? Hence! I know thee not. Dissemble and be nasty: leave me, hypocrite. <i>Jaff.</i> Not know me, Pierre? <i>Pier.</i> No, know thee not: what art thou? <i>Jaff.</i> Jaffier, thy friend, thy once loved, valued friend, Though now deservedly scorned, and used most hardly. <i>Pier.</i> Thou Jaffier! thou my once loved, valued friend? By Heavens, thou liest! The man so called, my friend, Was generous, honest, faithful, just, and valiant, Noble in mind, and in his person lovely, Dear to my eyes and tender to my heart: But thou, a wretched, base, false, worthless coward, Poor even in soul, and loathsome in thy aspect; All eyes must shun thee, and all hearts detest thee. Pr'ythee avoid, nor longer cling thus round me, Like something baneful, that my nature's chilled at. <i>Jaff.</i> I have not wronged thee, by these tears I have not, But still am honest, true, and hope, too, valiant; My mind still full of thee: therefore still noble. Let not thy eyes then shun me, nor thy heart Detest me utterly: oh, look upon me, Look back and see my sad, sincere submission! How my heart swells, as even 'twould burst my bosom, Fond of its goal, and labouring to be at thee! What shall I do--what say to make thee hear me? <i>Pier.</i> Hast thou not wronged me? dar'st thou call thyself Jaffier, that once loved, valued friend of mine, And swear thou hast not wronged me? Whence these chains? Whence the vile death which I may meet this moment? Whence this dishonour, but from thee, thou false one? <i>Jaff.</i> All's true, yet grant one thing, and I've done asking. <i>Pier.</i> What's that?