Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Chabot, Admiral of France · chunk 28 of 38

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 T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 495 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.

Madam you infinitely oblige our duty. I was too long ignorant of your worth my Lord, And this sweet Lady's virtue. Both your servants. I never had a fear of the King's justice, And yet I Know not what creeps over my heart, And leaves an ice beneath it, my Lord Chancellor, You have my forgiveness, but implore heavens pardon For wrongs to equal justice, you shall want No charity of mine to mediate To the King for you. Horror of my soul Confounds my gratitude. To me now most welcome. It was my allegiance sir, I did enforce, But by directions of your Chancellor, It was my office to advance your cause 'Gainst all the world, which when I leave to execute, Flea me, and turn me out a most raw Advocate. You see my Chancellor. He has an ill look with him. It shall be your province now, on our behalf To urge what can in justice be against him, His riot on our Laws, and corrupt actions Will give you scope and field enough. And I Will play my law prize, never fear it sir. He shall be guilty of what you please, I am studied In him sir, I will squeeze his villainies, And urge his acts so whom into his bowels, The force of it shall make him hang himself, And save the Laws a labour. judges, for all The poisonous outrage, that this viper spile On all my royal freedom and my Empire, As making all but servants to his malice, I will have you revise the late arraignment, And for those worthy reasons, that already Affect you for my Admiral's acquittal Employ your justice on this Chancellor, away with him, Arrest him Captain of my guard to answer All that due course of Law against him can Charge both his Acts and life. I do arrest thee Lord Chancellor in his Highness' name, To answer all that equal course of Law Can charge thy acts and life with. I Obey. How false a heart corruption has, how base Without true worth are all these earth-bred glories? Oh blessed justice, by which all things stand, That stills the thunder, and makes lightning sinke Twixt earth and heaven amazed, and cannot strike, Being proved so now in wonder of this man, The object of men's hate, and heavens bright love; And as in cloudy days, we see the Sun Glide over turrets, temples, richest fields, All those left dark, and slighted in his way, And on the wretched plight of some poor shed, Powers all the glories of his golden head; So heavenly virtue, on this envied Lord, Points all his graces, that I may dinstinguish Him better from the world. You do him right. But away judges, and pursue the afraignement Of this polluted Chancellor with that swiftness, His fury winged against my Admiral, And be you all, that sat on him compurgators Of me against this false judge.
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PlayChabot, Admiral of France
AuthorChapman, George / Shirley, James
Publication year (edition)1639
First performance / composition (Annals)1612 [1611-1613; revised by Shirley and licensed for stage, Apr 29, 1635]
First performance (BritDrama)1612 [1611-1634] [revised 1635]
Company (BritDrama)Unknown
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1096 · TCP B12027 · DEEP 912
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1658–1726 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 28 of 38 in this edition
Length495 words · 620 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honour at 0.732
Other seedsseed 43: T62 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Madam you infinitely oblige our duty. I was too long ignorant of your worth my Lord, And this ſweete Ladies vertue. Both your ſervants. I never had a feare of the Kings Iuſtice, And yet I Know not what creepes ore my heart, And leaves an ice beneath it, my Lord Chancellor, You have my forgiveneſſe, but implore heavens pardon For wrongs to equall juſtice, you ſhall want No charitie of mine to mediate To the King for you. Horrour of my ſoule Confounds my gratitude. To me now moſt welcome. It was my allegiance ſir, I did enforce, But by directions of your Chancellor, It was my office to advance your cauſe Gainſt all the world, which when I leave to execute, Flea me, and turne me out a moſt raw Advocate. You ſee my Chancellor. He has an ill looke with him. It ſhall be your province now, on our behalfe To urge what can in juſtice be againſt him, His riot on our Lawes, and corrupt actions Will give you ſcope and field enough. And I Will play my law prize, never feare it ſir. He ſhall be guilty of what you pleaſe, I am ſtudied In him ſir, I will ſqueeze his villanes, And urge his acts ſo whom into his bowells, The force of it ſhall make him hang himſelfe, And ſave the Lawes a labour. Iudges, for all The poiſonous outrage, that this viper ſpile On all my royall freedome and my Empire, As making all but ſervants to his malice, I will have you reviſe the late arraignement, And for thoſe worthy reaſons, that already Affect you for my Admiralls acquitall Employ your juſtice on this Chancellor, away with him, Arreſt him Captaine of my guard to anſwer All that due courſe of Law againſt him can Charge both his Acts and life. I doe arreſt thee Lord Chancellor in his Highneſſe name, To anſwer all that equall courſe of Law Can charge thy acts and life with. I Obey. How falſe a heart corruption has, how baſe Without true worth are all theſe earth-bred glories? Oh bleſſed juſtice, by which all things ſtand, That ſtills the thunder, and makes lightning finke Twixt earth and heaven amaz'd, and cannot ſtrike, Being prov'd ſo now in wonder of this man, The object of mens hate, and heavens bright love; And as in cloudy dayes, we ſee the Sunne Glide over turrets, temples, richeſt fields, All thoſe left darke, and ſlighted in his way, And on the wretched plight of ſome poore ſhed, Powres all the glories of his golden head; So heavenly vertue, on this envied Lord, Points all his graces, that I may dinſtinguiſh Him better from the world. You doe him right. But away Iudges, and purſue the afraignement Of this polluted Chancellor with that ſwiftneſſe, His fury wing'd againſt my Admirall, And be you all, that ſate on him compurgators Of me againſt this falſe Iudge.