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 T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Nay since he's gone so far, I would not have him fear But dare 'em, and yet i'll not meddle in't. Ho's here, if he have wit to like his cause, His spirit wonot be ashamed to die in't. My Lord retire, y'are waylaid in your walks, Your friends are all fallen from you, all your servants Suborned by all advantage to report Each word you whisper out, and to serve you With hat and knee, while other have their hearts. Much profit may my foes make of such servants, I love no enemy I have so well, To take so ill a bargain from his hands. Their other odds yet shun, all being combined, And lodged in ambush arrived to do you mischief By any means past fear of law, or sovereign. I walk no desert, yet go armed with that, That would give wildest beasts instincts to rescue, Rather than offer any force to hurt me; My innocence is, which is a conquering justice, As wears a shield, that both defends and fights. One against all the world. The more the odds, The less the conquest, or if all the world Be thought an army fit to employ 'gainst one, That one is argued fit to fight 'gainst all; If I fall under them, this breast shall bear Their heap digested in my sepulchre, Death is the life of good men, let 'em come. I thought my Lord our reconcilement perfect, You have expressed what sea of gall flowed in you, In tearing of the bill I sent to allow. Dare you confess the sending of that bill. Dare, why not? Because it break your oath Made in our reconcilement, and betrays The honour, and the chief life of the King Which is his justice. Betrays? No less, and that I'll prove to him. You cannot. I would not wish you offer at an action So most impossibly, and much against The judgement, and favour of the King. His judgement nor his favour I respect, So I preserve his justice. 'tis not justice, Which I'll prove by law, and absolute learning. All your great law, and learning are but words, When I plead plainly, naked truth, and deeds, Which though you seek to fray with state, and glory, I'll shoot a shaft at all your globe of light, If lightning split it, yet 'twas high and right. Brave resolution so his acts be just, He cares for gain not honour. How came he then By all his infinite honour and his gain? Well said my Lord. Answer but only that. By doing justice still in all his actions. But if this action prove unjust, will you Say all his other may be so as well, And think your own course fit far than his. I will— He cools, we must not leave him, we have no Such engine to remove the Admiral.
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Nay ſince Hees gone ſo farre, I wod not have him feare But dare e'm, and yet ile not meddle int. Hoes here, if he have wit to like his cauſe, His ſpiri wonot be aſham'd to die int. My Lord retire, y'are way-laid in your walkes, Your friendes are all fallen from you, all your ſervants Suborn'd by all advantage to report Each word you whiſper out, and to ſerve you With hat and knee, while other have their hearts. Much profit may my foes make of ſuch ſervants, I love no enemy I have ſo well, To take ſo ill a bargaine from his hands. Their other oddes yet ſhun, all being combinde, And lodg'd in ambuſh ariv'd to doe you miſchiefe By any meanes paſt feare of law, or ſoveraigne. I wake no deſart, yet goe arm'd with that, That would give wildeſt beaſts inſtincts to reſcue, Rather then offer any force to hurt me; My innocence is, which is a conquering juſtice, As weares a ſhield, that both defends and fights. One againſt all the world. The more the oddes, The leſſe the conqueſt, or if all the world Be thought an army fit to employ gainſt one, That one is argued fit to fight gainſt all; If I fall under them, this breaſt ſhall beare Their heape digeſted in my ſepulchre, Death is the life of good men, let e'm come. I thought my Lord our reconcilement perfect, You have expreſt what ſea of gall flow'd in you, In tearing of the bill I ſent to allow. Dare you confeſſe the ſending of that bill. Dare, why not? Becauſe it breake your oath Made in our reconcilement, and betrayes The honour, and the chiefe life of the King Which is his juſtice. Betraies? No leſſe, and that Ile prove to him. You cannot. I would not wiſh you offer at an action So moſt impoſſibly, and much againſt The judgement, and favour of the King. His judgement nor his favour I reſpect, So I preſerve his Iuſtice. Tis not Iuſtice, Which I'le prove by law, and abſolute learning. All your great law, and learning are but words, When I plead plainely, naked truth, and deedes, Which though you ſeeke to fray with ſtate, and glory, I'le ſhoote a ſhaft at all your globe of light, If lightning ſplit it, yet twas high and right. Brave reſolution ſo his acts be juſt, He cares for gaine not honour. How came he then By all his infinite honour and his gaine? Well ſaid my Lord. Anſwer but onely that. By doing juſtice ſtill in all his actions. But if this action prove unjuſt, will you Say all his other may be ſo as well, And thinke your owne courſe fitter farre than his. I will— He cooles, we muſt not leave him, we have no Such engine to remove the Admirall.