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 T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 482 words
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He's here in Court Sir. Haste and send him hither, This is an insolence I never met with, Can one so high as his degrees ascend, Climb all so free, and without stain? My Lord Chancellor, I send for you about a service Of equal price to me, as if again My ransom came to me from Pavian thraldom, And more, as if from forth a subject's fetters, The worst of servitudes my life were rescued. You fright me with a Prologue of much trouble▪ Me thinks it might be, tell me out of all Your famous learning, was there ever subject Raised by his Sovereign's free hand from the dust, Up to a height above Airs upper region, That might compare with him in any merit That so advanced him? and not show in that Gross overweening worthy cause to think There might be other oversights excepted Of capital nature in his sifted greatness. And past question Sir, for one absurd thing granted, A thousand follow. You must then employ Your most exact, and curious art to explore A man in place of greatest trust, and charge, Whom I suspect to have abused them all, And in whom you may give such proud veins vent, As will bewray their boiling blood corrupted Both 'gainst my crown and life. And may my life Be crust in every act, If I explore him not to every finer. It is my Admiral. Oh my good Liege You tempt, not charge me with such search of him. Doubt not my heartiest meaning, all the troubles That ever moved in a distracted King, Put in just fear of his assaulted life Are not above my sufferings for Chabot. Then I am glad, and proud that I can cure you, For he's a man that I am studied in, And all his offices, and if you please To give authority. You shall not want it. If I discharge you not of that disease, About your neck grown, by your strange trust in him, With full discovery of the foulest treasons. But I must have all proved with that free justice. Beseech your Majesty do not question it. About it instantly, and take me wholly Upon yourself. How much you grace your servant? Let it be fiery quick. It shall have wings, And every feather show the slight of Kings. ANd have they put my faithful servant to the rack, Heaven arm the honest man. Allegre feels the malice of the Chancellor. Many upon the torture have confessed Things against truth, and yet his pain sits nearer Than all my other fears, come don't weep. My Lord, I do not grieve out of a thought, Or poor suspicion, they with all their malice Can stain your honour, but it troubles me, The King should grant this licence to your enemies, As he were willing to hear Chabot guilty.
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He's here in Court Sir. Haſte and ſend him hither, This is an inſolence I never met with, Can one ſo high as his degrees aſcend, Clime all ſo free, and without ſtaine? My Lord Chancellor, I ſend for you about a ſervice Of equall price to me, as if againe My ranſome came to me from Pavian thraldome, And more, as if from forth a ſubjects fetters, The worſt of ſervitudes my life were reſcued. You fright me with a Prologue of much trouble▪ Me thinkes it might be, tell me out of all Your famous learning, was there ever ſubject Rais'd by his Soveraignes free hand from the duſt, Vp to a height above Ayres upper region, That might compare with him in any merit That ſo advanc'd him? and not ſhew in that Groſſe over-weening worthy cauſe to thinke There might be other over-ſights excepted Of capitall nature in his ſifted greatneſſe. And paſt queſtion Sir, for one abſur'd thing granted, A thouſand follow. You muſt then employ Your moſt exact, and curious art to explore A man in place of greateſt truſt, and charge, Whom I ſuſpect to have abus'd them all, And in whom you may give ſuch proud veines vent, As will bewray their boyling bloud corrupted Both gainſt my crowne and life. And may my life Be cruſt in every act, If I explore him not to every finer. It is my Admirall. Oh my good Leige You tempt, not charge me with ſuch ſearch of him. Doubt not my heartieſt meaning, all the troubles That ever mov'd in a diſtracted King, Put in juſt feare of his aſſaulted life Are not above my ſufferings for Chabot. Then I am glad, and proud that I can cure you, For he's a man that I am ſtudied in, And all his offices, and if you pleaſe To give authoritie. You ſhall not want it. If I diſcharge you not of that diſeaſe, About your necke growne, by your ſtrange truſt in him, With full diſcovery of the fouleſt treaſons. But I muſt have all prov'd with that free juſtice. Beſeech your Majeſtie doe not queſtion it. About it inſtantly, and take me wholly Vpon your ſelfe. How much you grace your ſervant? Let it be fiery quicke. It ſhall have wings, And every feather ſhew the ſlight of Kings. ANd have they put my faithfull ſervant to the racke, Heaven arme the honeſt man. Allegre feeles the malice of the Chancellor. Many upon the torture have confeſt Things againſt truth, and yet his paine ſits neerer Than all my other feares, come don't weepe. My Lord, I doe not grive out of a thought, Or poore ſuſpition, they with all their malice Can ſtaine your honour, but it troubles me, The King ſhould grant this licence to your enemies, As he were willing to heare Chabot guilty.