Chapman, George / Shirley, James · published 1639 · first performed or written 1612 [1611-1613; revised by Shirley and licensed for stage, Apr 29, 1635] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
NOw Philip Chabot, Admiral of France, The great, and only famous Favourite To Francis first of that Imperial name, Hath found a fresh competitor in glory, (Duke Montmorancie, Constable of France) Who drinks as deep as he of the stream Royal, And may in little time convert the strength To raise his spring, and blow the others fall. The world would wish it so, that will not patiently Endure the due rise of a virtuous man. If he be virtuous, what is the reason That men affect him not, why is he lost Tothth' general opinion, and become Rather their hate than love? I wonder you Will question it, ask a ground or reason Of men bred in this vile degenerate age; The most men are not good, and it agrees not With impious natures to allow what's honest, 'tis an offence enough to be exalted To regal favours, great men are not safe In their own vice, where good men by the hand Of Kings are planted to survey their workings; What man was ever fixed i'th' Sphere of honour, And precious to his Sovereign, whose actions, Nay very soul was not exposed to every Common and base dissection? and not only That which in Nature hath excuse, and in Themselves is privileged by name of frailty, But even Virtues are made crimes, and doomed Tothth' fate of Treason. A bad age the while, I ask your pardon Sir, but thinks your judgement, His love to Justice, and Corruptions hate Are true and hearty? judge yourself by this One argument, his hearty truth to all, For in the heart hath anger his wisest seat, And 'gainst unjust suits such brave anger fires him, That when they seek to pass his place and power, Though moved, and urged by the other minion, Or by his greatest friends, and even the King Lead them to his allowance with his hand, First given in Bill, assigned, even than his spirit, (In nature calm as any Summer's evening) Puts up his Whole powers like a Winter's sea, His blood boils over, and his heart even cracks At the injustice, and he tears the Bill, And would do, were he for't to be torn in pieces. 'tis brave I swear. Nay it is worthy your wonder That I must tell you further, there no Needle In a Sun Dial placed upon his steel In such a tender posture, that doth tremble The timely Dial being held amiss, And will shake ever, till you hold it right More tender than himself in any thing That he concludes in justice for the State: For as a fever held him, he will shake When he is signing any things of weight, Lest humane frailty should misguide his justice. You have declared him a most noble justicer.
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NOw Phillip Chabot, Admirall of France, The great, and onely famous Favorite To Francis firſt of that Imperiall name, Hath found a freſh competitor in glory, (Duke Montmorancie, Conſtable of France) Who drinkes as deepe as he of the ſtreame Royall, And may in little time convert the ſtrength To raiſe his ſpring, and blow the others fall. The world would wiſh it ſo, that will not patiently Endure the due riſe of a vertuous man. If he be vertuous, what is the reaſon That men affect him not, why is he loſt Toth' generall opinion, and become Rather their hate than love? I wonder you Will queſtion it, aske a ground or reaſon Of men bred in this vile degenerate age; The moſt men are not good, and it agrees not With impious natures to allow whats honeſt, Tis an offence enough to be exalted To regall favours, great men are not ſafe In their owne vice, where good men by the hand Of Kings are planted to ſurvey their workings; What man was ever fixt 'ith Sphere of honour, And precious to his Soveraigne, whoſe actions, Nay very ſoule was not expos'd to every Common and baſe diſſection? and not onely That which in Nature hath excuſe, and in Themſelves is priviledg'd by name of frailtie, But even Vertues are made crimes, and doom'd Toth' fate of Treaſon. A bad age the while, I aske your pardon Sir, but thinkes your judgement, His love to Juſtice, and Corruptions hate Are true and hearty? Iudge your ſelfe by this One argument, his hearty truth to all, For in the heart hath anger his wiſeſt ſeate, And gainſt unjuſt ſuites ſuch brave anger fires him, That when they ſeeke to paſſe his place and power, Though mov'd, and urg'd by the other minion, Or by his greateſt friends, and even the King Leade them to his allowance with his hand, Firſt given in Bill, aſſign'd, even then his ſpirit, (In nature calme as any Summers evening) Puts up his Whole powers like a Winters ſea, His bloud boyles over, and his heart even cracks At the injuſtice, and he teares the Bill, And would doe, were he for't to be torne in peces. Tis brave I ſweare. Nay it is worthy your wonder That I muſt tell you further, there no Needle In a Sunne Diall plac'd upon his ſteele In ſuch a tender poſture, that doth tremble The timely Diall being held amiſſe, And will ſhake ever, till you hold it right More tender than himſefe in any thing That he concludes in Iuſtice for the State: For as a fever held him, hee will ſhake When he is ſigning any things of weight, Leaſt humane frailty ſhould miſguide his juſtice. You have declar'd him a moſt noble uſticer.