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 T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 493 words
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No base corruptions charged upon him. 1. None sir. This argues Chabot has corrupted him. I do not like this. 1. The sum of all Was urged to prove your Admiral corrupt, Was an exaction of his officers, Of twenty sauce taken from the Fishermen For every boat, and that fished the Normand coast. And was this all The mountains, and the marvels promised me, To be in clear proof made against the life. Of our so hated Admiral. All sir, Upon our lives and consciences. I am blasted. How durst you then subscribe to his conviction. 1. For threats by my Lord Chancellor on the Bench, Affirming that your Majesty would have it Made capital treason, or account us traitors. 2. Yet sir, we did put to our names with this Interposition of a note in secret In these two letters V, and I, to show We were enforced to what we did, which then In Law is nothing. How do you feel your Lordship, Did you not find some stuffing in your head, Your brain should have been purged, I fall to pieces, Would they had rotten on the Bench. And so you saved the peace of that high Court. Which otherwise his impious rage had broken, But thus am I by his malicious arts A parley rendered, and most tyrannous spur To all the open course of his base envies, A forcer of my judges, and a thirst Of my nobilities blood, and all by one, I trusted to make clear my love of justice. I beseech your Majesty, let all my zeal To serve your virtues, with a sacred value Made of your royal state, to which each least But shade of violence in any subject Doth provoke certain death. Death on thy name And memory for ever, one command Our Advocate attend us presently. He waits here. But single death shall not excuse, thy skin Torn o'er thine ears, and what else can be inflicted If thy life with the same severity Dissected cannot stand so many fires. Tre. Be merciful great Sir. Yet more amaze? Is there a knee in all the world beside That any humane conscience can let bow For him, youare traitors all that pity him. This is no time to move. Yet 'twas my fault To trust this wretch, whom I knew fierce and proud With forms of tongue and learning, what a prisoner Is pride of the whole 'slud of man? for as A humane seed is said to be a mixture And fair contemperature extracted from All our best faculties, so the seed of all Man's sensual frailty, may be said to abide, And have their confluence in only pride, It stupifies man's reason so, and dulls True sense of any thing, but what may fall In his own glory, quenches all the spirits That light a man to honour and true goodness. Your Advocate. Come hither. My most gracious Sovereign.
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No baſe corruptions charg'd upon him. 1. None ſir. This argues Chabot has corrupted him. I doe not like this. 1. The ſumme of all Was urg'd to prove your Admirall corrupt, Was an exaction of his officers, Of twenty ſouſe taken from the Fiſhermen For every boate, and that fiſh'd the Normand coaſt. And was this all The mountaines, and the marvells promiſt me, To be in cleere proofe made againſt the life. Of our ſo hated Admirall. All ſir, Vpon our lives and conſciences. I am blaſted. How durſt you then ſubſcribe to his conviction. 1. For threats by my Lord Chancellor on the Bench, Affirming that your Majeſtie would have it Made capitall treaſon, or account us traitors. 2. Yet ſir, we did put to our names with this Interpoſition of a note in ſecret In theſe two letters Ʋ, and I, to ſhew Wee were enforc'd to what we did, which then In Law is nothing. How doe you feele your Lordſhip, Did you not finde ſome ſtuffing in your head, Your braine ſhould have beene purg'd, I fall to peeces, Would they had rotted on the Bench. And ſo you ſav'd the peace of that high Court. Which otherwiſe his impious rage had broken, But thus am I by his malicious arts A parly rendred, and moſt tyrannous ſpurre To all the open courſe of his baſe envies, A forcer of my Iudges, and a thirſt Of my nobilities blood, and all by one, I truſted to make cleere my love of Iuſtice. I beſeech your Majeſtie, let all my zeale To ſerve your vertues, with a ſacred value Made of your royall ſtate, to which each leaſt But ſhade of violence in any ſubject Doth provoke certaine death. Death on thy name And memory for ever, one command Our Advocate attend us preſently. He waites here. But ſingle death ſhall not excuſe, thy skinne Torne ore thine eares, and what elſe can be inflicted If thy life with the ſame ſeverity Diſſected cannot ſtand ſo many fires. Tre. Be mercifull great Sir. Yet more amaze? Is there a knee in all the world beſide That any humane conſcience can let bow For him, yare traitors all that pitty him. This is no time to move. Yet twas my fault To truſt this wretch, whom I knew fierce and proud With formes of tongue and learning, what a priſoner Is pride of the whole ſlood of man? for as A humane ſeede is ſaid to be a mixture And faire contemperature extracted from All our beſt faculties, ſo the ſeede of all Mans ſenſuall frailty, may be ſaid to abide, And have their confluence in onely pride, It ſtupifies mans reaſon ſo, and dulls True ſence of any thing, but what may fall In his owne glory, quenches all the ſpirits That light a man to honour and true goodneſſe. Your Advocate. Come hither. My moſt gracious Soveraigne.