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 · 462 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
It were too much honour to vouchsafe your sight. No doubt my Leigh, but he that hath offended In such a height against your crown and person, Will want no impudence to look upon you. Sir, I had charge given me by this Gentleman To bring your condemned prisoner to your presence. You have done well, and tell the Queen, and our Lord Constable we desire their presence, bid Our Admiral's Lady, and her father too Attend us here, they are but new withdrawn. I shall sir! Do you deserve this confidence? He stands as all his trial were a dream. He'll find the horror waking the King's troubled; Now for ● thunder-clap: the Queen and Constable. I do not like their mixture. My Lord Admiral, You made it your desire to have this trial That late hath passed upon you; And now you feel how vain is too much faith And flattery of yourself, as if your breast Were proof 'gainst all invasion, 'tis so slight You see it let's in death, what's past, hath been To satisfy your insolence, there remains That now we serve our own free pleasure, therefore By that most absolute power, with which all right Puts in my hands, these issues turns, and changes, I here in ear of all these, pardon all Your faults and forfeits, whatsoever sensured, Again advancing, and establishing Your person in all fullness of that state That ever you enjoyed before th' attainder▪ Wonderful, pardoned! Heaven preserve the King. Who for this will deserve all time to honour him. And live King's best example. Son youare pardoned, Be sure you look hereafter well about you. Vouchsafe great Sir to assure me what you said, You named my pardon. And again declare it, For all crimes past, of what nature soever. You cannot pardon me Sir. How's that Philip? It is a word carries too much relation To an offence, of which I am not guilty, And I must still be bold where truth still arms, In spite of all those frowns that would deject me To say I need no pardon. Ha', how's this? he's mad with overjoy, and answers nonsense. Why, tell me Chabot, are not you condemned? Yes, and that justifies me much the more, For whatsoever false report hath brought you, I was condemned for nothing that could reach To prejudice my life, my goods or honour, As first in firmness of my conscience, I confidently told you, not alas Presuming on your slender thread of favour, Or pride of fortunate and courtly boldness, But what my faith and justice bade me trust too, For none of all your learned assistant Judges, With all the malice of my crimes could urge, Or felony or hurt of sacred power.
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It were too much honour to vouchſafe your ſight. No doubt my Leigh, but he that hath offended In ſuch a height againſt your crowne and perſon, Will want no impudence to looke upon you. Sir, I had charge given me by this Gentleman To bring your condemn'd priſoner to your preſence. You have done well, and tell the Queene, and our Lord Conſtable we deſire their preſence, bid Our Admiralls Lady, and her father too Attend us here, they are but new withdrawne. I ſhall ſir! Doe you ſerve this confidence? He ſtands as all his triall were a dreame. Hele finde the horrour waking the King's troubled; Now for thuder-clap: the Queene and Conſtable. I doe not like their mixtue. My Lod Admirall, You made it your deſire to have this triall That late hath paſt upon you; And now you feele how vaine is too much faith And flattery of your ſelfe, as if your breſt Were proofe gainſt all invaſion, tis ſo ſlight You ſee it lets in death, whats paſt, hath beene To ſatisfie your inſolence, there remaines That now we ſerve our owne free pleaſure, therefore By tht moſt abſolute power, with which all right Puts in my hands, theſe iſſues turnes, and changes, I here in eare of all theſe, pardon all Your faults and forfeits, whatſoever ſenſur'd, Againe advancing, and eſtabliſhing Your perſon in all fulneſſe of that ſtate That ever you enjoy'd before th' attainder▪ Wonderfull, pardon'd! Heaven preſerve the King. Who for this will deſerve all time to honour him. And live Kings beſt example. Sonne yare pardon'd, Be ſure you looke hereafter well about you. Vouchſafe great Sir to aſſure me what you ſaid, You nam'd my pardon. And agen declare it, For all crimes paſt, of what nature ſoever. You cannot pardon me Sir. How's that Philip? It is a word carries too much relation To an offence, of which I am not guilty, And I muſt ſtill be bold where truth ſtill armes, In ſpight of all thoſe frownes that would deject me To ſay I neede no pardon. Ha, howes this? Hees mad with over-joy, and anſwers nonſence. Why, tell me Chabot, are not you condemn'd? Yes, and that juſtifies me much the more, For whatſoever falſe report hath brought you, I was condemn'd for nothing that could reach To prejudice my life, my goods or honour, As firſt in firmeneſſe of my conſcience, I confidently told you, not alas Preſuming on your ſlender thred of favour, Or pride of fortunate and courtly boldneſſe, But what my faith and juſtice bade me truſt too, For none of all your learned aſſiſtant Judges, With all the malice of my crimes could urge, Or felny or hurt of ſacred power.