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 T1 Death, grief and revenge · 509 words
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Now than he sees clearly That men perceive how vain his justice was, And scorn him for the foolish net he wore To hide his nakedness; is't not a wonder That men's ambitions should so blind their reason To affect shapes of honesty, and take pride Rather in seeming, then in being just. Seeming has better fortune to attend it Then being sound at heart, and virtuous. Profess all? nothing do, like those that live By looking to the Lamps of holy Temples, Who still are busy taking off their snuffs, But for their profit sake will add no oil; So these will check and sentence every fame, The blaze of riotous blood doth cast in others, And in themselves leave the sum most offensive, But he to do this? more deceives my judgement Than all the rest whose nature I have sounded. I know Sir, and have proved it. Well my Lord To omit circumstance, I highly thank you For this late service you have done me here, Which is so great and meritorious That with my ablest power I scarce can quit you. Your sole acceptance (my dread sovereign) I more rejoice in, than in all the fortunes That ever chanced me, but when may it please Your Highness to order the execution? The haste thus far hath spared no pinions. No my Lord, your care Hath therein much deserved. But where proportion Is kept toth' end in things, at start so happy That end set on the crown. I'll speed it therefore. Your thoughts direct it, they are winged. I joy this boldness is condemned, that I may pardon, And therein get some ground in his opinion By so much bounty as save his life, And me thinks that weighed more, should sway the balance Twixt me and him, held by his own free justice, For I could never find him obstinate In any mind he held, when once he saw Th' error with which he laboured, and since now He needs must feel it, I admit no doubt, But that his alteration will beget Another sense of things 'twixt him and me; Whos's there? Go to the Captain of my guard, and will him To attend his condemned prisoner to me instantly. I shall sir My Lords, you were spectators of our Admiral. And hearers too of his most just conviction, In which we witnessed over-weight enough In your great bounties, and as they there were weighed With all the feathers of his boasted merits. Has felt a scorching trial, and the test (That holds fires utmost force) we must give metals That will not with the hammer, and the melting Confess their truth, and this same sense of feeling (Being ground to all the senses) hath one key More than the rest to let in through them all The minds true apprehension, that thence takes Her first conveyed intelligence. I long To see this man of confidence again: How think you Lords, will Chabot look on me, Now spoiled of the integrity, he boasted?
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Now then he ſees cleerely That men perceive how vaine his Iuſtice was, And ſcorne him for the fooliſh net he wore To hide his nakedneſſe; iſt not a wonder That mens ambitions ſhould ſo blinde their reaſon To affect ſhapes of honeſty, and take pride Rather in ſeeming, then in being juſt. Seeming has better fortune to attend it Then being ſound at heart, and vertuous. Profeſſe all? nothing doe, like thoſe that live By looking to the Lamps of holy Temples, Who ſtill are buſie taking off their ſnuffes, But for their profit ſake will adde no oyle; So theſe will checke and ſentence every fame, The blaze of riotous blood doth caſt in others, And in themſelves leave the ſume moſt offenſive, But he to doe this? more deceives my judgement Than all the reſt whoſe nature I have ſounded. I know Sir, and have prov'd it. Well my Lord To omit circumſtance, I highly thanke you For this late ſervice you have done me here, Which is ſo great and meritorious That with my ableſt power I ſcarce can quit you. Your ſole acceptance (my dread ſoveraigne) I more rejoyce in, than in all the fortunes That ever chanc'd me, but when may it pleaſe Your Highneſſe to order the execution? The haſte thus farre hath ſpar'd no pinions. No my Lord, your care Hath therein much deſerv'd. But where proportion Is kept toth' end in things, at ſtart ſo happy That end ſet on the crowne. Ile ſpeede it therefore. Your thoughts direct it, they are wing'd. I joy this boldneſſe is condemn'd, that I may pardon, And terein get ſome ground in his opinion By ſo much bounty as ſave his life, And me thinks that weigh'd more, ſhould ſway the ballance Twixt me and him, held by his owne free Iuſtice, For I could never finde him obſtinate In any minde he held, when once he ſaw Th' error with which he laboured, and ſince now He needs muſt feele it, I admit no doubt, But that his alteration will beget Another ſence of things twixt him and me; Whoſe there? Goe to the Captaine of my uard, and will him To attend his condemn'd priſoner to me inſtantly. I ſhall ſir My Lords, you were ſpectators of our Admirall. And hearers too of his moſt juſt conviction, In which we witneſt over-weight enough In your great bounties, and as they there were weigh'd With all the feathers of his boaſted merits. Has felt a ſcorching triall, and the teſt (That holds fires utmoſt force) we muſt give mettalls That will not with the hammer, and the melting Confeſſe their truth, and this ſame ſence of feeling (Being ground to all the ſences) hath one key More than the reſt to let in through them all The mindes true apprehenſion, that thence takes Her firſt convey'd intelligence. I long To ſee this man of conſidence agen: How thinke you Lords, will Chabot looke on mee, Now ſpild of the integrity, he boaſted?