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 T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
'tis certain Sir, by concord least things grow Most great, and flourishing like trees that wrap Their forehead in the skies, may these do so. You hear my Lord, all that is spoke contends To celebrate with pious vote the atonement So lately, and so nobly made between you. Which for itself Sir, resolve to keep Pure, and inviolable, needing none To encourage or confirm it, but my own Love and allegiance to your sacred counsel. 'tis good, and pleases, like my dearest health, Stand you firm on that sweet simplicity. Past all earth policy that would infringe it. 'tis well, and answers all the doubts suspected▪ And what moves this close message Philip? My wife's Father Sir, is closely come to Court. Is he come to the Court, whose aversation So much affects him, that he shuns and flies it, What's the strange reason that he will not rise Above the middle region he was borne in? He saith Sir, 'tis because the extreme of height Makes a man less seem to the imperfect eye Then he is truly, his acts envied more, And though he nothing cares for seeming, so His being just stand firm 'twixt heaven and him, Yet since in his soul's jealousy, he fears That he himself advanced, would undervalue Men placed beneath him, and their business with him, Since height of place oft dazzles height of judgement, He takes his top▪ sail down in such rough storms, And apts his sails to airs more temperate. A most wise soul he has, how long shall Kings Raise men that are not wise till they be high▪ You have our leave, but tell him Philip we Would have him nearer. Your desires attend you. We know from whence you come, say to the Queen▪ We were coming to her, 'tis a day of love And she seals all perfection. My Lord, We must beseech your stay. My stay? Our Counsels Have led you thus far to your reconcilement, And must remember you, to observe the end At which in plain I told you then we aimed at, You know we all urged the atonement, rather To enforce the broader difference between you, Then to conclude your friendship, which wise men Know to be fashionable, and privileged policy▪ And will succeed betwixt you, and the Admiral As sure as fate, if you please to get signed A suit now to the King with all our hands, Which will so much increase his precise justice, That weighing not circumstances of politic State, He will instantly oppose it, and complain, And urge in passion, what the King will sooner Punish than yield too, and so render you In the King's frown on him, the only darling▪ And mediate power of France. My good Lord Chancellor, Shall I so late atoned, and by the King's Hearty and earnest motion, fall in pieces? 'tis he, not you that break.
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Tis certaine Sir, by concord leaſt things grow Moſt great, and flouriſhing like trees that wrap Their forehead in the skies, may theſe doe ſo. You heare my Lord, all that is ſpoke contends To celebrate with pious vote the attonement So lately, and ſo nobly made betweene you. Which for it ſelfe Sir, reſolve to keepe Pure, and inviolable, needing none To encourage or confirme it, but my owne Love and allegiance to your ſacred counſell. Tis good, and pleaſes, like my deareſt health, Stand you firme on that ſweete ſimplicitie. Paſt all earth pollicie that would infringe it. Tis well, and anſwers all the doubts ſuſpected▪ And what moves this cloſe meſſage Phillip? My wives Father Sir, is cloſely come to Court. Is he come to the Court, whoſe averſation So much affects him, that he ſhunnes and flies it, What's the ſtrange reaſon that he will not riſe Above the middle region he was borne in? He ſaith Sir, tis becauſe the extreame of height Makes a man leſſe ſeeme to the imperfect eye Then he is truely, his acts envied more, And though he nothing cares for ſeeming, ſo His being juſt ſtand firme twixt heaven and him, Yet ſince in his ſoules jealouſie, hee feares That he himſelfe advanced, would undervalue Men placed beneath him, and their buſineſſe with him, Since height of place oft dazles height of judgement, He takes his toppe▪ ſaile downe in ſuch rough ſtormes, And apts his ſailes to ayres more temperate. A moſt wiſe ſoule he has, how long ſhall King Raiſe men that are not wiſe till they be high▪ You haue our leave, but tell him Phillip wee Would have him neerer. Your deſires attend you. We know from whence you come, ſay to the Queene▪ We were comming to her, tis a day of love And ſhe ſeales all perfection. My Lord, We muſt beſeech your ſtay. My ſtay? Our Counſells Have led you thus farre to your reconcilement, And muſt remember you, to obſerve the end At which in plaine I told you then wee aim'd at, You know we all urg'd the attonement, rather To enforce the broader difference betweene you, Then to conclude your friendſhippe, which wiſe men Know to be faſhionable, and priviledg'd pollicie▪ And will ſucceede betwixt you, and the Admirall As ſure as fate, if you pleaſe to get ſign'd A ſute now to the King with all our hands, Which will ſo much increaſe his preciſe juſtice, That weighing not circumſtances of politicke State, He will inſtantly oppoſe it, and complaine, And urge in paſſion, what the King will ſooner Puniſh than yeeld too, and ſo render you In the Kings frowne on him, the onely darling▪ And mediate power of France. My good Lord Chancellor, Shall I ſo late atton'd, and by the Kings Hearty and earneſt motion, fall in peeces? Tis he, not you that breake.