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 T30 Constables, justices and the watch typicality 0.82 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
To do what? To tear your crown off. Come your language doth taste more Of rage and womanish flame than solid reason Against the Admiral, what commands of yours Not to your expectation▪ obeyed By him, is ground of your so keen displeasure? Commands of mine? he is too great, and powerful To stoop to my employment, a Colossus, And can stride from one Province to another By the assistance of those offices You have most confidently imposed upon him, 'tis he, not you take up the people's eyes And admiration, while his Princely wise. Nay then I reach the spring of your distaste, He has a wife,— Whom for her pride I love not, And I but in her husband's ruin Can triumph o'er her greatness. Well, well, I'll think on't? He begins to incline, Madam you are the soul of our great work. I'll follow, and employ my powers upon him. We are confident you will prevail at last, And for the pious work oblige the King to you. And us your humblest creatures. Press no further. Let's seek out my Lord Constable. And inflame him. To expostulate with Chabot, something may Arise from thence,▪ to pull more weight upon him. How sorts the business? how took the King The tearing of his bill? Exceeding well, And seemed to smile at all their grim complaints, 'Gainst all that outrage to his highness' hand, And said in plain, he signed it but to try My Lords firm justice What a sweet King 'tis? But how his rival the Lord Constable Is laboured by the Chancellor, and others to retort His wrong with ten parts more upon my Lord, Is monstrous? Need he their spurs? I Sir, for he's afraid To bear himself too boldly in his braves Upon the King (being newly entered Minion) Since 'tis but patience sometime they think; Because the favour spending in two streams, One must run low at length, till when he dare Take fire in such flame, as his faction wishes, But with wise fear contains himself, and so Like a green faggot in his kindling smokes, And where the Chancellor his chief Cyclops finds The fire within him apt to take, he blows, And then the faggot flames, as never more The bellowes needed, till the too soft greenness Of his state habit, shows his sap still flows, Above the solid timber, with which, than His blaze shrinks head, he cools, and smokes again. Good man he would be, would the bade not spoil him. True sir, but they still ply him with their arts, And as I heard have wrought him, personally To question my Lord with all the bitterness The galls of all their faction can pour in, And such an expectation hangs upon't, Though all the Court as 'ttwere with child, and longed To make a mirror of my Lords clear blood, And therein see the full ebb of his flood, And therefore if you please to counsel him You shall perform a father's part.
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To doe what? To teare your crowne off. Come your language doth taſte more Of rage and womaniſh flame than ſolid reaſon Againſt the Admirall, what commands of yours Not to your expectation▪ obey'd By him, is ground of your ſo keene diſpleaſure? Commands of mine? he is too great, and powerfull To ſtoope to my employment, a Coloſſus, And can ſtride from one Province to another By the aſſiſtance o thoſe offices You have moſt confidently impos'd upon him, Tis he, not you take up the peoples eyes And admiration, while his Princely wiſe. Nay then I reach the ſpring of your diſtaſte, He has a wife,— Whom for her pride I love not, And I but in her husbands ruine Can triumph ore her greatneſſe. Well, well, Ile thinke on't? He beginnes to incline, Madam you are the ſoule of our great worke. Ile follow, and imploy my powers upon him. We are confident you will prevaile at laſt, And for the pious worke oblige the King to you. And us your humbleſt creatures. Preſſe no further. Lets ſeeke out my Lord Conſtable. And inflame him. To expoſtulate with Chabot, ſomething may Ariſe from thence, ▪to pull more weight upon him. How ſorts the buſineſſe? how tooke the King The tearing of his bill? Exceeding well, And ſeem'd to ſmile at all their grimme complaints, Gainſt all that outrage to his highneſſe hand, And ſaid in plaine, he ſign'd it but to try My Lords firme Iuſtice What a ſweete King tis? But how his rivall the Lord Conſtable Is labour'd by the Chancellor, and others to retort His wrong with ten parts more upon my Lord, Is monſtrous? Neede hee their ſpurres? I Sir, for hees afraid To beare himſelfe too boldly in his braves Vpon the King (being newly entred Mynion) Since tis but patience ſometime they thinke; Becauſe the favor ſpending in two ſtreames, One muſt runne low at length, till when he dare Take fire in ſuch flame, as his faction wiſhes, But with wiſe feare containes himſelfe, and ſo Like a greene faggot in his kindling ſmoakes, And where the Chancellor his chiefe Cyclops findes The fire within him apt to take, he blowes, And then the faggot flames, as never more The bellowes needed, till the too ſoft greeneneſſe Of his ſtate habit, ſhewes his ſappe ſtill flowes, Above the ſolid timber, with which, then His blaze ſhrinkes head, he cooles, and ſmoakes agen. Good man he would be, wod the bad not ſpoile him. True ſir, but they ſtill ply him with their arts, And as I heard have wrought him, perſonally To queſtion my Lord with all the bitterneſſe The galls of all their faction can powre in, And ſuch an expectation hangs upon't, Though all the Court as twere with child, and long'd To make a mirror of my Lords cleare blood, And therein ſee the full ebbe of his flood, And therefore if you pleaſe to counſell him You ſhall performe a fathers part.