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 · 490 words
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Do any hear this, but myself? My Lords, This man still justifies his innocence, What prodigies are these? have not our Laws Past on his actions, have not equal judges Certified his arraignment, and him guilty Of capital Treason? and yet do I hear Chabot accuse all these, and quit himself. It does appear distraction sir. Did we Seem so indulgent to propose our free And royal pardon without suit or prayer, To meet with his contempt? Vnhea●'d of impudence! I were malicious to myself, and desperate To force untruths upon my soul, and when 'tis clear, to confess a shame to exercise Your pardon sir, were I so foul and monstrous As I am given to you, you would commit A sin next mine, by wronging your own mercy To let me draw out impious breath, it will Release your wonder, if you give command To see your process, and if it prove other Tha● I presume to Inform, tear me in pieces. Go for the Process, and the Chancellor, With the assistant judges. I thank heaven That with all these enforcements of distraction My reason stays so clear to hear, and answer, And ●● direct a message. This inversion Of all the loyalties, and true deserts That I believed I governed with, till now In my choice Lawyers, and chief Counsellors Is able to shake all my frame of reason. I am much grieved. No more, I do incline To think I am abused, my Laws betrayed And wrested to the purpose of my Judges, This confidence in Chabot turns my judgement, This was too wild away▪ to make his merits Stoop and acknowledge my superior bounties, That it doth raise, and six 'em passed my art, To shadow all the shame and forfeits mine. The Chancellor and Judges Sir. I like not This passion in the King, the Queen and Constable Are of that side. My Lord, you dare appear then? Dare Sir, I hope. Well done, hope still, and tell me, Is not this man condemned? Strange question Sir, The process will declare it, signed with all These my assistant brothers reverend hands To his conviction in a public trial. You said for foul and monstrous facts proved by 〈◊〉 The very words are there sir. But the deeds I look for sir, name me but one that's monstrous? His foul comparisons, and affronts of you, To me seemed monstrous. I told you them sir, Nor were they any that your so vast knowledge, Being a man studied in him, could produce And prove as clear as heaven, you warranted To make appear such treasons in the Admiral, As never all Laws, Volumes yet had sentenced, And France should look on, having scaped with wonder What in this nature hath been clearly proved In his arraignment. 1. Nothing that we heard In slenderest touch urged by your Advocate. Dare you affirm this too? 2. Most confidently.
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Doe any heare this, but my ſelfe? My Lords, This man ſtill juſtifies his innocence, What prodigies are theſe? have not our Lawes Paſt on his actions, have not equall Iudges Certified his arraignement, and him guilty Of capitall Treaſon? and yet doe I heare Chabot accuſe all theſe, and quit himſelfe. It does appeare diſtraction ſir. Did we Seeme ſo indulgent to propoſe our free And royall pardon without ſuite or prayer, To meete with his contempt? Vnhea'd of impudence! I were malicious to my ſelfe, and deſperate To force untruths upon my ſoule, and when Tis cleare, to confeſſe a ſhame to exerciſe Your pardon ſir, were I ſo foule and monſtrous As I am given to you, you would commit A ſinne next mine, by wronging your owne mercy To let me draw out impious breath, it will Releaſe your wonder, if you give command To ſee your proceſſe, and if it prove other Tha I preſume to Informe, teare me in peeces. Goe for the Proceſſe, and the Chancellor, With the aſſiſtant Iudges. I thanke heaven That with all theſe inforcements of diſtraction My reaſon ſtayes ſo cleare to heare, and anſwer, And direct a meſſage. This inverſion Of all the loyalties, and true deſerts That I beleev'd I govern'd with, till now In my choice Lawyers, and chiefe Counſellors Is able to ſhake all my frame of reaſon. I am much griv'd. No more, I doe incline To thinke I am abus'd, my Lawes betrai'd And wreſted to the purpoſe of my Judges, This confidence in Chabot turnes my judgement, This was too wilde away▪ to make his merits Stoope and acknowledge my ſuperior bounties, That it doth raiſe, and ſixe e'm paſt my art, To ſhadow all the ſhame and forfeits mine. The Chancellor and Judges Sir. I like not This paſſion in the King, the Queene and Conſtable Are of that ſide. My Lord, you dare appeare then? Dare Sir, I hope. Well done, hope ſtill, and tell me, Is not this man condemn'd? Strange queſtion Sir, The proceſſe will declare it, ſign'd with all Theſe my aſſiſtant brothers reverend hands To his conviction in a publike triall. You ſaid for foule and monſtrous facts prov'd by The very words are there ſir. But the deedes I looke for ſir, name me but one thats monſtrous? His foule compariſons, and affronts of you, To me ſeem'd monſtrous. I told you them ſir, Nor were they any that your ſo vaſt knowledge, Being a man ſtudied in him, could produce And prove as cleare as heaven, you warranted To make appeare ſuch treaſons in the Admirall, As never all Lawes, Volumes yet had ſentenc'd, And France ſhould looke on, having ſcap'd with wonder What in this nature hath beene cleerely prov'd In his arraignement. 1. Nothing that we heard In ſlendreſt touch urg'd by your Advocate. Dare you affirme this too? 2. Moſt conſidently.