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 T30 Constables, justices and the watch · 485 words
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I wish your Lordship's safety▪ Which whilst I pray for, I must not forget To urge again the ways to fix you where No danger has access to threaten you. Still your old argument, I own your love for't. But fortified with new and pregnant reasons, That you should leave the Court. I dare not Sir. You dare be undone then. I should be ingrateful To such a master, as no subject boasted To leave his service when they exact My chiefest duty, and attendance Sir. Would thou wert less degraded from thy titles, And swelling offices, that will i'th' end Engulfe thee past a rescue, I had not come So far to trouble you at this time, but that I do not like the loud tongues o'the world, That say the King has ta'en another favourite, The Constable a gay man, and a great, With a hugh train of faction too, the Queen, Chancellor, Treasurer, Secretary, and An army of state warriors▪ whose discipline Is sure, and subtle to confusion, I hope the rumour's false, thou art so calm. Report has not abused you Sir. It has not, And you are pleased, than you do mean to mix With unjust courses, the great Constable And you combining, that no suit may pass One of the grapples of your either's rape, I that abhorred, must I now entertain A thought, that your so strait, and simple custom To render justice, and the common good, Should now be patched with policy, and wrested From the ingenious step you took, And hang Upon the shoulders of your enemy To bear you out in what you shame to act▪ Sir, We both are reconciled. It follows then that both the acts must bear Like reconcilement, and if he will now Malign and malice you for crossing him Or any of his faction in their suits, Being now atoned, you must be one in all, One in corruption, and 'twixt you two millstones New picked, and put together, must the grain Of good men's needful means to live, be ground Into your choking superfluities; You both too rich, they ruined. I conceive Sir We both may be enriched, and raise our fortunes Even with our places in our Sovereign's favour: Though past the height of others, yet within The rules of Law and justice, and approve Our actions white and innocent. I doubt it While enforced show perhaps, which will I fear Prove in true substance but a Miller's whiteness, More sticking in your clothes then conscience. Your censure herein tastes some passion Sir, And I beseech you nourish better thoughts, Then to imagine that the King's mere grace Sustains such prejudice by those it honours; That of necessity we must pervert it With passionate enemies, and ambitious boundless Avarice, and every licence incident To fortunate greatness, and that all abuse it For the most impious avarice of some.
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I wiſh your Lordſhips ſafetie▪ Which whilſt I pray for, I muſt not forget To urge agen the wayes to fixe you where No danger has acceſſe to threaten you. Still your old argument, I owe your love fort. But fortified with new and pregnant reaſons, That you ſhould leave the Court. I dare not Sir. You dare be undone then. I ſhould be ingratefull To ſuch a maſter, as no ſubject boaſted To leave his ſervice when they exact My chiefeſt dutie, and attendance Sir. Would thou wet leſſe degraded from thy titles, And ſwelling offices, that will ith' end Engulfe thee paſt a reſcue, I had not come So farre to trouble you at this time, but that I doe not like the loud tongues o'the world, That ſay the King has tane another favorite, The Conſtable a gay man, and a great, With a hugh traine of faction too, the Queene, Chancellor, Treaſurer, Secretary, and An army of ſtate warriers▪ whoſe diſcipline Is ſure, and ſubtile to confuſion, I hope the rumour's falſe, thou art ſo calme. Report has not abus'd you Sir. It has not, And you are pleas'd, then you doe meane to mixe With unjuſt courſes, the great Conſtable And you combining, that no ſuite may paſſe One of the graples of your eithers rape, I that abhorr'd, muſt I now entertaine A thought, that your ſo ſtraight, and ſimple cuſtome To render Iuſtice, and the common good, Should now be patch'd with pollicy, and wreſted From the ingenious ſtep you tooke, And hang Vpon the ſhoulders of your enemy To beare you out in what you ſhame to act▪ Sir, We both are reconciled. It followes then that both the acts muſt beare Like reconcilement, and if hee will now Maligne and mallice you for croſſing him Or any of his faction in their ſuites, Being now atton'd, you muſt be one in all, One in corruption, and twixt you two millſtones New pickt, and put together, muſt the graine Of good mens needfull meanes to live, be ground Into your choking ſuperfluities; You both too rich, they ruinde. I conceive Sir Wee both may be enrich'd, and raiſe our fortunes Even with our places in our Soveraignes favour: Though paſt the height of others, yet within The rules of Law and Iuſtice, and approove Our actions white and innocent. I doubt it While inforc'd ſhew perhaps, which will I feare Prove in true ſubſtance but a Millers whiteneſſe, More ſticking in your clothes then conſcience. Your cenſure herein taſts ſome paſſion Sir, And I beſeech you nouriſh better thoughts, Then to imagine that the Kings meere grace Suſtaines ſuch prejudice by thoſe it honours; That of neceſſitie we muſt pervert it With paſſionate enemies, and ambitious boundleſſe Avarice, and every licence incident To fortunate greatneſſe, and that all abuſe it For the moſt impious avarice of ſome.