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 T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 497 words
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We are so. Be you two joined in the commission, And nothing urged but justly, of me learning This one more lesson out of the events Of these affairs now past, that whatsoever Charge or Commission judges have from us, They ever make their aim ingenuous justice, Not partial for reward, or swelling favour, To which if your King steer you, spare to obey; For when his troubled blood is clear, and calm, He will repent that he pursued his rage, Before his pious Law, and hold that judge Unworthy of his place, that lets his censure Float in the waves of an imagined favour, This shipwrecks in the haven, and but wounds Their consciences that soothe the soon ebbed humours Of their incensed King. Royal and sacred. Come Philip, shine thy honour now for ever, For this short temporal eclipse it suffered By th' interposed desire I had to try thee, Nor let the thought of what is past afflict thee, For my unkindness, live still circled here, The bright intelligence of our royal spheere. THe Admiral sick? Fa. With danger at the heart, I came to tell the King. He never had More reason in his soul, to entertain All the delights of health. I fear my Lord, Some apprehension of the King's unkindness, By giving up his person, and his offices To the Law's gripe and search, is ground of his Sad change, the greatest fowls are thus oft wounded, If he vouchsafe his presence, it may quicken His fast decaying spirits, and prevent The hasty ebb of life. The King is now Fraught with the joy of his fresh preservation, The news so violent, let into his ear, May have some dangerous effect in him, I would not counsel sir to that. With greater reason I may suspect they'll spread my Lord, and as A river left his curled and impetuous waves Over the banks, by confluence of streams That fill and swell her channel, for by this time He has the addition of Allegres suffering, His honest servant, whom I met though feeble And worn with torture, going to congratulatë His Master's safety. It seems he much Affected that Allegre. There will be But a sad interview and dialogue. Does he keep his bed? In that alone He shows a fortitude, he will move, and walk He says while his own strength or others can Support him, wishing he might stand and look His destiny in the face at the last summon, Not sluggishly exhaile his soul in bed, With indulgence, and nice flattery of his limbs. Can he in this show spirit, and want force To wrestle with a thought? Oh Madam, Madam, We may have proof against thë sword, and tyranny Of boisterous war that threatens us, but when King's frown, a Cannon mounted in each eye, Shoot death to apprehension, ere their fire And force approach us. Here's the King. No words To interrupt his quiet, I'll begun then.
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We are ſo. Be you two joyn'd in the commiſſion, And nothing urg'd but juſtly, of me learning This one more leſſon out of the events Of theſe affaires now paſt, that whatſoever Charge or Commiſſion Iudges have from us, They ever make their ayme ingenuous Iuſtice, Not partiall for reward, or ſwelling favour, To which if your King ſteere you, ſpare to obey; For when his troubled blood is cleere, and calme, He will repent that he purſued his rage, Before his pious Law, and hold that Iudge Vnworthy of his place, that lets his cenſure Flote in the waves of an imagin'd favour, This ſhipwracks in the haven, and but wounds Their conſciences that ſooth the ſoone ebb'd humours Of their incenſed King. Royall and ſacred. Come Philip, ſhine thy honour now for ever, For this ſhort temporall ecclipſe it ſuffer'd By th' interpos'd deſire I had to try thee, Nor let the thought of what is paſt afflict thee, For my unkindneſſe, live ſtill circled here, The bright intelligence of our royall ſpheere. THe Admirall ſicke? Fa. With danger at the hrt, I came to tell the King. He never had More reaſon in his ſoule, to entertaine All the delights of health. I feare my Lord, Some apprehenſion of the Kings unkindneſſe, By giving up his perſon, and his offices To the Lawes gripe and ſearch, is ground of his Sad change, the greateſt foules are thus oft wounded, If he vouchſafe his preſence, it may quicken His faſt decaying ſpirits, and prevent The haſty ebbe of life. The King is now Fraught with the joy of his freſh preſervation, The newes ſo violent, let into his eare, May have ſome dangerous effect in him, I wod not counſell ſir to that. With greater reaſon I may ſuſpect they'le ſpread my Lord, and as A river left his curl'd and impetuous waves Over the bankes, by confluence of ſtreames That fill and ſwell her channell, for by this time He has the addition of Allegres ſuffering, His honeſt ſervant, whom I met though feeble And worne with torture, going to congratulatë His Maſters ſafetie. It ſeemes he much Affected that Allegre. There will be But a ſad interview and dialogue. Does he keepe his bed? In that alone He ſhewes a fortitude, he will move, and walke He ſayes while his owne ſtrength or others can Support him, wiſhing he might ſtand and looke His deſtiny in the face at the laſt ſummon, Not ſluggiſhly exhaile his ſoule in bed, With indulgence, and nice flattery of his limbs. Can he in this ſhew ſpirit, and want force To wraſtle with a thought? Oh Madam, Madam, We may have proofe againſt thë ſword, and tyranny Of boyſterous warre that threatens us, but when Kings froune, a Cannon mounted in each eye, Shoote death to apprehenſion, ere their fire And force approach us. Here's the King. No words To interrupt his quiet, Ile begon then.