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 T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea typicality 0.80 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
An honest merchant Presuming on our league of France with Spain, Brought into Spain a wealthy ship, to vent Her fit commodities to serve the country, Which, in the place of suffering their sail Were seized to recompense a Spanish ship Prized by a French man, ere the league was made, No suits, no letters of our Kings could gain Our merchants first right in it, but his letters Vnreverently received, the King's self scandal, Beside the leagues breach, and the foul injustice Done to our honest merchant, who endured all, Till some small time since (authorised by our counsel, Though not in open Court▪) he made a ship out, And took a Spaniard, brings all home, and sues To gain his full proved loss, full recompense Of his just prize, his prize is stayed and ceased, Yet for the King's disposure, and the Spaniard Makes suit to be restored her, which this bill Would fain get granted, feigning (as they hoped) With my allowance, and way given to make Our Country man's in Spain their absolute prize. I were absolute injustice. Should I pass it. Pass life, and state before. If this would seem His Lordship's suit, his love to me, and justice Including plots upon me, while my simpleness Is seriously vowed to reconcilement; Love him good vulgars', and abhor me still, For if I court your flattery with my crimes, Heavens love before me fly, till in my tomb I stick pursuing it, and for this bill, Thus say 'twas shivered, bless us equal heaven! This could I cherish, now above his loss, You may report as much, the bill discharged Sir. IS it end▪ so. Good heaven how tame you are? Do Kings of France reward foul Traitors thus? No Traitor, y'are too loud▪ Chabots no Traitor, He has the passions of a man about him, And multiplicity of cares may make Wise men forget themselves, come be you patiented. Can you be so, and see yourself thus torn. Ourself. There is some left, if you dare own, Your royal character, is not this your name? 'tis Francis I confess. Be but a name If this stain live upon't, affronted, by Your subject, shall the sacred name of King, A word to make your nation bow and tremble, Be thus profaned, are laws established To punish the defacers of your image, But dully set by the rude hand of others Upon your coin, and shall the character That doth include the blessing of all France, Your name, thus written by your royal hand Designed for Justice, and your Kingdom's honour, Not call up equal anger to reward it? Your Counsellors of state contemned, and slighted As in this brain more circumscribed all wisdom, And policy of Empire, and your power, Subordinate and subject to his passion. Come, it concerns you not. Is this the consequence Of an atonement made so lately between▪ The hopeful Mountmorencie, and his Lordship Urge by yourself with such a precious sanction; Come, he that dares do this, wants not a heart, But opportunity.
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An honeſt merchant Preſuming on our league of France with Spaine, Brought into Spaine a wealthy ſhip, to vent Her fit commodities to ſerve the country, Which, in the place of ſuffering their ſaile Were ſeas'd to recompence a Spaniſh ſhip Priz'd by a French man, ere the league was made, No ſuites, no letters of our Kings could gaine Our merchants firſt right in it, but his letters Vnreverently received, the Kings ſelfe ſcandall, Beſide the leagues breach, and the foule injuſtice Done to our honeſt merchant, who endured all, Till ſome ſmall time ſince (authoris'd by our counſell, Though not in open Court▪) he made a ſhip out, And tooke a Spaniard, brings all home, and ſues To gaine his full prov'd loſſe, full recompence Of his juſt prize, his prize is ſtaid and ceaz'd, Yet for the Kings diſpoſure, and the Spaniard Makes ſuite to be reſtor'd her, which this bill Would fine get granted, faining (as they hop'd) With my allowance, and way given to make Our Countrey mans in Spaine their abſolute prize. I were abſolute injuſtice. Should I paſſe it. Paſſe life, and ſtate before. If this would ſeeme His Lordſhips ſuite, his love to me, and juſtice Including plots upon me, while my ſimpleneſſe Is ſeriouſly vow'd to reconcilement; Love him good vulgars, and abhorre me ſtill, For if I court your ſlatterie with my crimes, Heavens love before me fly, till in my tombe I ſticke purſuing it, and for this bill, Thus ſay twas ſhiver'd, bleſſe us equall heaven! This could I cheriſh, now above his loſſe, You may report as much, the bill diſcharg'd Sir. IS it en ▪ſo. Good heaven how tame you are? Doe Kings of France reward foule Traitors thus? No Traitor, y'are too loude▪ Chabots no Traitor, He has the paſſions of a man about him, And multiplicitie of cares may make Wiſe men forget themſelves, come be you patient. Can you be ſo, and ſee your ſelfe thus torne. Our ſelfe. There is ſome left, if yo dare owne, Your royall character, is not this your name? Tis Francis I confeſſe. Be but a name If this ſtaine live upon't, affronted, by Your ſubject, ſhall the ſacred name of King, A word to make your nation bow and tremble, Be thus profain'd, are lawes eſtabliſh'd To puniſh the defacers of your image, But dully ſet by the rude hand of others Vpon your coine, and ſhall the character That doth include the bleſſing of all France, Your name, thus written by your royall hand Deſign'd for Juſtice, and your Kingdomes honour, Not call up equall anger to reward it? Your Counſellors of ſtate contemn'd, and ſlighted As in this braine more circumſcrib'd all wiſedome, And pollicy of Empire, and your power, Subordinate and ſubject to his paſſion. Come, it concernes you not. Is this the conſequence Of an attonement made ſo lately betweene▪ The hopefull Mountmorencie, and his Lordſhip Vrge by your ſelfe with ſuch a precious ſanction; Come, he that dares doe this, wants not a heart, But opportunitie.