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 · 522 words
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It being pressed immodestly, but without A thought of disobedience to his name, To whose mention I bow, with humble reverence, And dare appeal to the King's knowledge of me, How far I am in soul from such a rebel, For the rest my Lord, and you my honoured judges, Since all this mountain all this time in labour With more than mortal fury 'gainst my life, Hath brought forth nought but some ridiculous vermin, I will not wrong my right, and innocence, With any serious plea in my reply, To frustrate breath, and fight with terrible shadow That have been forged, and forced against my state, But leave all, with my life to your free censures; Only beseeching all your learned judgements Equal and pious conscience to weigh. And how this great and mighty fortune hath exalted him to pride is apparent, not only in his braves and bearing to the King, the fountain of all this increase, but in his contempt and scorn of the subject, his vast expenses in buildings, his private bounties, above royal to soldiers and scholars, that he may be the General and Patron, and protector of arms and arts; the number of domestic attendants, an army of Grasshoppers and gay Butterflies able to devour the Spring; his glorious wardrobes, his stable of horses that are pricked with provender, and will enforce us to weed up our Vineyards to sow Oats for supply of their provision, his caroches shining with gold, and more bright than the chariot of the Sun, wearing out the pavements; nay, he is of late so transcendently proud, that men must be his Mules, and carry him up and down as it were in a Procession for men to gaze at him till their chines cracks with the weight of his insupportable pride, and who knows but this may prove a fashion? But who groans for this? the subject, who murmur, and are ready to begin a rebellion, but the tumultuous sailors, and water-rats, who ton up and down the city, like an over-bearing tempest, cursing the Admiral, who in duty ought to undo himself for the general satisfaction of his countrymen. The variety, and wonder now presented To your most noble notice, and the worlds, That all my life and actions, and offices, Explored with all the hundred eyes of Law Lighted with lightning, shot out of the wrath Of an incensed, and commanding King, And blown with foes, with far more bitter winds, Then Winter from his Eastern cave exhailes, Yeh nothing found, but what you all have heard, And then consider if a peer of State, Should be exposed to such a wild arraignment For poor complaints, his fame, faith, life, and honours Racked for no more. No more? good heaven, what say My learned assistants. My Lord, the crimes urged here for us to censure As capital, and worth this high arraignment To me seem strange, because they do not fall In force of Law, to arraign a Peer of State, For all that Law can take into her power To sentence, is the exaction of the Fishermen.
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It being preſt immodeſtly, but without A thought of diſobedience to his name, To whoſe mention I bow, with humble reverence, And dare appeale to the Kings knowledge of me, How farre I am in ſoule from ſuch a rebell, For the reſt my Lord, and you my honour'd Iudges, Since all this mountaine all this time in labour With more than mortall fury gainſt my life, Hath brought forth nought but ſome ridiculous vermine, I will not wrong my right, and innocence, With any ſerious plea in my reply, To fruſtrate breath, and fight with terrible ſhaddow That have beene forg'd, and forc'd againſt my ſtate, But leave all, with my life to your free cenſures; Onely beſeeching all your learned judgements Equall and pious conſcience to weigh. And how this great and mighty fortune hath exalted him to pride is apparant, not onely in his baves and bearings to the King, the fountaine of all this increaſe, but in his contempt and ſcorne of the ſubject, his vaſt expences in buildings, his private bounties, above royall to ſouldiers and ſchollers, that he may be the Generall and Patron, and protector of armes and arts; the number of domeſticke attendants, an army of Graſhoppers and gay Butterflies able to devoure the Spring; his glorious wardrobes, his ſtable of horſes that are prick'd with provender, and will enforce us to weede up our Vineyards to ſow Oates for ſupply of their proviſion, his caroches ſhining with gold, and more bright than the chariot of the Sunne, wearing out the pavements; nay, he is of late ſo tranſcendently proud, that men muſt be his Mules, and carry him up and downe as it were in a Proceſſion for men to gaze at him till their chines crackes with the weight of his inſupportable pride, and who knowes but this may prove a faſhion? But who grones for this? the ſubject, who murmure, and are ready to beginne a rebellion, but the tumultuous ſaylers, and water-rats, who tunne up and downe the citie, like an overbearing tempeſt, curſing the Admirall, who in duty ought to undoe himſelf for the generall ſatisfaction of his countrymen. The varietie, and wonder now preſented To your moſt noble notice, and the worlds, That all my life and actions, and offices, Explor'd with all the hundred eyes of Law Lighted with lightning, ſhot out of the wrath Of an incenſt, and commanding King, And blowne with foes, with farre more bitter windes, Then Winter from his Eaſterne cave exhailes, Yeh nothing found, but what you all have heard, And then conſider if a peere of State, Should be expos'd to ſuch a wild arraignement For poore complaints, his fame, faith, life, and honours Rackt for no more. No more? good heaven, what ſay My learned aſſiſtants. My Lord, the crimes urg'd here for us to cenſure As capitall, and worth this high arraignement To me ſeeme ſtrange, becauſe they doe not fall In force of Law, to arraigne a Peere of State, For all that Law can take into her power To ſentence, is the exaction of the Fiſhermen.