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 T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
You will have justice, is your will so strong Now against mine? your power being so weak Before my favour gave them both their forces Of all that ever shared in my free graces, You Philip Chabot a mean Gentleman Have not I-raised you to a supremest Lord, And given you greater dignities than any? You have so. Well said, and to spur your dulinesse With the particulars to which I raised you, Have not I made you first a Knight of the Orders Then Admiral of France, than Count Byzanges, Lord, and Lieutenant general of all My country, and command of Burgady; Lieutenant general likewise of my son Dauphin, and heir, and of all Normandy, And of my chiefly honoured privy Counsel, And cannot all these powers weigh down your will? No Sir, they were not given me to that end, But to uphold my will, my will being just. And who shall judge that Justice, you or I? I Sir, in this case your royal thoughts are fitly Exempt from every curious search of one, You have the general charge with care of all. And do not generals include particulars? May not I judge of any thing comprised In your particular as well as you? far be the misery from you, that you may, My cares, pains, broken sleep therein made more Than yours should make me see more, and my forces Render of better judgement. Well Sir, grant Your force in this my odds in benefits Paid for your pains, put in the other scale, And any equal holder of the balance Will show my merits hoist up yours to air In rule of any doubt or deed betwixt us. You merit not of me for benefits More than myself of you for services. Is't possible. 'tis true. Stand you on that? I to the death and will approve to all men. I am deceived, but I shall find good Judges That will find difference. Find them being good. Still so? what if conferring My bounties, and your services to sound them, We fall foul on some licences of yours, Nay, give me therein some advantage of you. They cannot. Not in sisting their severe discharges Of all your offices? The more you sift The more you shall refine me. What if I Grant out against you a commission Joined with an extraordinary process To arrest, and put you in laws hands for trial. Not with laws uttermost. I'll throw the dice. And I'll endure the chance, The dice being square. Reposed in dreadless confidence, and conscience, That all your most extremes shall never reach, Or to my life, my goods or honours breach. Was ever heard so fine a confidence? Must it not prove presumption, and can that Escape bracks and errors in your search of law, I prithee weigh yet, with more soul than danger, And some less passion.
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You will have juſtice, is your will ſo ſtrong Now againſt mine? your power being ſo weake Before my favour gave them both their forces Of all that ever ſhar'd in my free graces, You Philip Chabot a meane Gentleman Have not I-rais'd you to a ſupremeſt Lord, And given you greater dignities than any? You have ſo. Well ſed, and to ſpurre your dulineſſe With the particulars to which I rais'd you, Have not I made you firſt a Knight of the Order Then Admirall of France, then Count Byzanges, Lord, and Livetenant generall of all My country, and command of Burgady; Livetenant generall likewiſe of my ſonne Daulphine, and heire, and of all Normandy, And of my chiefely honor'd privy Counſell, And cannot all theſe powers weigh downe your will? No Sir, they were not given me to that end, But to uphold my will, my will being juſt. And who ſhall judge that Juſtice, you or I? I Sir, in this caſe your royall thoughts are fitly Exempt from every curious ſearch of one, You have the generall charge with care of all. And doe not generalls include particulars? May not I Iudge of any thing compriz'd In your particular as well as you? Farre be the miſery from you, that you may, My cares, paines, broken ſleepe therein made more Then yours ſhould make me ſee more, and my forces Render of better judgement. Well Sir, grant Your force in this my odds in benefits Paid for your paines, put in the other ſcale, And any equall holder of the ballance Will ſhew my merits hoiſt up yours to aire In rule of any doubt or deed betwixt us. You merit not of me for benefits More than my ſelfe of you for ſervices. Iſt poſſible. Tis true. Stand you on that? I to the death and will approve to all men. I am deceiv'd, but I ſhall finde good Judges That will finde difference. Finde them being good. Still ſo? what if conferring My bounties, and your ſervices to ſound them, We fall foule on ſome licences of yours, Nay, give me therein ſome advantage of you. They cannot. Not in ſiſting their ſevere diſcharges Of all your offices? The more you ſift The more you ſhall refine mee. What if I Grant out againſt you a commiſſion Ioyn'd with an extraordinary proceſſe To arreſt, and put you in lawes hands for triall. Not with lawes uttermoſt. Ile throw the dice. And Ile endure the chance, The dice being ſquare. Repos'd in dreadleſſe confidence, and conſcience, That all your moſt extreames ſhall never reach, Or to my life, my goodes or honours breach. Was ever heard ſo fine a confidence? Muſt it not pove preſumption, and can that Scape bracks and errors in your ſearch of law, I prethee weigh yet, with more ſoule than danger, And ſome leſſe paſſion.