Raleigh

Ral. The Lord Southampton, with ungovern'd rage,

Resents aloud his disappointed measures.

I met him in the outward court; he seeks,

In haste, your lordship; and, forgetting forms,

Pursues me hither, and demands to see you.

Bur. Raleigh, 'tis well! Withdraw—attend the queen—

Leave me to deal with this o'erbearing man.

[Exit Raleigh.

Raleigh

Enter Southampton.

Southampton

South. Where is the man, whom virtue calls her friend?—

I give you joy, my lord!—Your quenchless fury

At length prevails,—and now your malice triumphs.

You've hunted honour to the toil of faction,

And view his struggles with malicious joy.

Bur. What means my lord?

South. O fraud! shall valiant Essex

Be made a sacrifice to your ambition?

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