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 · 496 words
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As if the total sum of favourites frailties Affected not the full rule of their Kings In their own partially disposed ambitions, And that Kings do no hazard infinitely In their free realties of rights and honours, Where they leave much for favourites powers to order. But we have such a master of our King In the Imperial art, that no power flies Out of his favour, but his policy ties A criance to it, to contain it still; And for the reconcilement of us Sir, Never were two in favour, that were more, One in all love of justice, and true honour, Though in the act and prosecution Pehaps we differ. Howsoever yet One beam us both creating, what should let That both our souls should both one mettle bear, And that one stamp, one word, one character. I could almost be won to be a Courtier, There's some thing more in's composition, Then ever yet was favourites. What's he? I bring your Lordship a signed bill, to ●ave The addition of your honoured hand, the counsel Have all before subscribed, and full prepared it. It seems then they have weighed the importance of it, And know the grant is just. No doubt my Lord, Or else they take therein the Constable's word, It being his suit, and his power having wrought The King already to appose his hand. I do not like his working of the King, For if it be a suit made known to him, And fit to pass, he wrought himself to it, However my hand goes to no such grant, But first I'll know and censure it myself. A he, if thou be'st goddess of contention▪ That Iove took by the hair, and hurled from heaven Assume in earth thy empire, and this bill Thy firebrand make to turn his love, thus tempted Into a hate, as horrid as thy furies. Does this bear title of his Lordship's suit? It does my Lord, and therefore he beseeched The rather your dispatch. No thought the rather, But now the rather all powers against it, The suit being most injust, and he pretending In all his actions justice, on the sudden After his so late vow not to violate it, Is strange and vile, and if the King himself Should own and urge it, I would stay▪ and cross it, For 'tis within the free power of my office, And I should strain his kingdom if I passed it, I see their poor attempts, and giddy malice; Is this the reconcilement that so lately He vowed in sacred witness of the King? Assuring me, he never more would offer To pass a suit unjust, which I well know This is, above all, and have often been urged To give it passage, be you Sir the Judge. I wonot meddle With any thing of state, you knew long since. Yet you may hear it Sir. You wonot urge My opinion then, go to.
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As if the totall ſumme of favorites frailties Affected not the full rule of their Kings In their owne partially diſpoſed ambitions, And that Kings doe no hazard infinitely In their free realties of rights and honours, Where they leave much for favourites powers to order. But wee have ſuch a maſter of our King In the Imperiall art, that no power flies Out of his favour, but his policie ties A criance to it, to containe it ſtill; And for the reconcilement of us Sir, Never were two in favour, that were more, One in all love of Iuſtice, and true honour, Though in the act and proecution Pehaps we differ. Howſoever yet One beame us both creating, what ſhould let That both our ſoules ſhould both one metle beare, And that one ſtampe, one word, one character. I could almoſt be won to be a Courtier, Theres ſome thing more in's compoſition, Then ever yet was favourites. Whats hee? I bring your Lordſhip a ſign'd bill, to ave The addition of your honor'd hand, the counſell Have all before ſubſcribed, and full prepar'd it. It ſeemes then they have weigh'd the importance of it, And know the grant is juſt. No doubt my Lord, Or elſe they take therein the Conſtables word, It being his ſuite, and his power having wrought The King already to appoſe his hand. I doe not like his working of the King, For if it be a ſuite made knowne to him, And fit to paſſe, he wrought himſelfe to it, However my hand goes to no ſuch grant, But firſt I'le know and cenſure it my ſelfe. A he, if thou beeſt goddeſſe of contention▪ That Iove tooke by the haire, and hurl'd from heaven Aſſume in earth thy empire, and this bill Thy firebrand make to turne his love, thus tempted Into a hate, as horrid as thy furies. Does this beare title of his Lordſhips ſuite? It does my Lord, and therefore he beſeech'd The rather your diſpatch. No thought the rather, But now the rather all powers againſt it, The ſuite being moſt injuſt, and he pretending In all his actions juſtice, on the ſudden After his ſo late vow not to violate it, Is ſtrange and vile, and if the King himſelfe Should owne and urge it, I would ſtay▪ and croſſe it, For tis within the free power of my office, And I ſhould ſtraine his kingdome if I paſt it, I ſee their poore attempts, and giddy malice; Is this the reconcilement that ſo lately He vow'd in ſacred witneſſe of the King? Aſſuring me, he never more would offer To paſſe a ſuite unjuſt, which I well know This is, above all, and have often beene urg'd To give it paſſage, be you Sir the Judge. I wonot meddle With any thing of ſtate, you knew long ſince. Yet you may heare it Sir. You wonot urge My opinion then, go to.