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 T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
Ha' not you patience To let him burn himself in the King's flame? Come, be not Sir infected with a spice Of that too servile equity, that renders Men free borne slaves, and rid with bits like horses, When you must know my Lord, that even in nature A man is Animal politicum, So that when he informs his actions simply He does in both 'gainst policy and nature, And therefore our soul motion is affirmed To be like heavenly natures circular▪ And circles being called ambitious lines, We must like them become ambitious ever, And endless in our circumventions; No tough hides limiting our cheverill minds. 'tis learnedly, and past all answer argued, youare great, and must grow greater still, and greater, And not be like a dull and standing lake, That settles, putrifies, and chokes with mud, But like a river gushing from the head, That winds through the undervalles, what checks o'er flowing Gets strength still of his course, Till with the Ocean meeting, even with him In sway, and title, his brave billows move. You speak a rare affection, and high souls, But give me leave great Lords, still my just thankes Remembered▪ ●o your counsels and direction, I seeking this way to confirm myself I undermine the columns that support My hopeful glorious fortune, and at once Provoke the tempest▪ though did drown my envy, With what assurance shall the King expect My faith to him, that break it for another, He has engaged our peace, and my revenge Forfeits my trust with him, whose narrow ●ight Will penetrate through all our mists, could we Veil our design with clouds blacker than night; But grant this danger over, with what justice, Or satisfaction to the inward judge, Shall I be guilty of this good man's ruin, Though I may still the murmuring tongues without me, Loud conscience has a voice to shadder greatness▪ A name to fright, and terrify young statists, There is necessity my Lord, that you Must lose your light, if you eclipse not him, Two stars so Lucide cannot shine at once In such a firmament, and better you Extinguish his fires, then be made his fuel, And in your ashes give his flame a Trophy. My Lord, the league that you have vowed of friendship, In a true understanding not confines you, But makes you boundless, turn not edge at such A liberty, but look to your own fortune; Secure your honour, a Precisian, In state, is a rideculous miracle Friendship is but a visor, beneath which A wise man laughs to see whole families Ruined, upon whose miserable pile He mounts to glory, Sir you must resolve To use any advantage. Misery Of rising Statesmen I must on, I see That 'gainst the politic, and privileged fashion, All justice tastes but affectation. Why so? we shall do good on him i'th' end. You are most welcome.
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Ha not you patience To let him burne himſelfe in the Kings flame? Come, be not Sir infected with a ſpice Of that too ſervile equitie, that renders Men free borne ſlaves, and rid with bits like horſes, When you muſt know my Lord, that even in nature A man is Animall politicum, So that when he informes his actions ſimply He does in both 'gainſt pollicie and nature, And therefore our ſoule motion is affirm'd To be like heavenly natures circular▪ And circles being call'd ambitious lines, We muſt like them become ambitious ever, And endles in our circumventions; No tough hides limiting our cheverill mindes. Tis learnedly, and paſt all anſwer argued, Yare great, and muſt grow greater ſtill, and greater, And not be like a dull and ſtanding lake, That ſettles, putrifies, and chokes with mudde, But like a river guſhing from the head, That windes through the undervalles, what checkes ore flowing Gets ſtrength ſtill of his courſe, Till with the Ocean meeting, even with him In ſway, and title, his brave billowes move. You ſpeake a rae affection, and high ſoules, But give me leave great Lords, ſtill my juſt thankes Remembred▪ o your counſells and direction, I ſeeking this way to confirme my ſelfe I undermine the columnes that ſupport My hopefull glorious fortune, and at once Provoke the tempeſt▪ though did drowne my envie, With what aſſurance ſhall the King expect My faith to him, that breake it for another, He has engag'd our peace, and my revenge Forfits my truſt with him, whoſe narrow ight Will penetrate through all our miſts, could we Vaile our deſigne with clouds blacker than night; But grant this danger over, with what Iuſtice, Or ſatisfaction to the inward Iudge, Shall I be gultie of this good mans ruine, Though I may ſtill the murmuring tongues without me, Loud conſcience has a voyce to ſhadder greatneſſe▪ A name to fright, and terrifie young ſtatiſts, There is neceſſitie my Lord, that you Muſt loſe your light, if you ecclipſe not him, Two ſtarres ſo Lucide cannot ſhine at once In ſuch a firmament, and better you Extinguiſh his fires, then be made his fuell, And in your aſhes give his ſlame a Trophy. My Lord, the league that you have vow'd of friendſhip, In a true underſtanding not confines you, But makes you boundleſſe, turne not edge at ſuch A liberty, but looke to your owne fortune; Secure your honour, a Preciſian, In ſtate, is a rideculous miracle Friendſhip is but a viſor, beneath which A wiſe man laughes to ſee whole families Ruinde, upon whoſe miſerable pile He mounts to glory, Sir you muſt reſolve To uſe any advantage. Miſery Of riſing Stateſmen I muſt on, I ſee That 'gainſt the politicke, and priviledg'd fſhion, All juſtice taſts but affectation. Why ſo? we ſhall do good on him ith' end. You are moſt welcome.