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 · 439 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
So soon as named possess it. You would be pleased take notice of this Gentleman, A Secretary of mine. Mounsieur Allegre, He that was racked sir for your Admiral. His limbs want strength to tender their full duty, An honest man that suffers for my sake. He shall be dear to us, for what has past sir By the unjustice of our Chancellor's power, we'll study to recompense, i'th' mean time that office You exercised for Chabot we translate To ourself, you shall be our Secretary. This is An honour above my weak desert, and shall Oblige the service of my life to satisfy it. You are gracious, and in this act have put All our complaints to silence, you Allegre, Cherish your health, and feeble limbs which cannot Without much prejudice be thus employed; All my best wishes with thee. All my prayers Are duties to your Lordship— 'tis too little, Can forfeit of his place, wealth, and a lasting Imprisonment purge his offences to Our honest Admiral, had our person been Exempted from his malice, he did persecute The life of Chabot with an equal wrath, You should have poured death on his treacherous head, I revoke all your sentences, and make Him that was wronged full Master of his destiny, Be thou his judge. O far be such injustice, I know his doom is heavy, and I beg Where mercy may be let into his sentence For my sake you would soften it, I have Glory enough to be set right in yours, And my dear country's thought, and by an act With such apparent notice to the world. Express it in some joy then. I will strive To show that pious gratitude to you but— But what My frame hath lately sir been ta'en a pieces, And but now put together, the least force Of mirth will shake and unjoint all my reason, Your patience royal sir. I'll have no patience, If thou forget the courage of a man. My strength would flatter me. Physicians Now I begin to fear his apprehension, Why how is Chabots' spirit fall'n? 'tTwere best He were conveyed to his bed. How soon turned widow. Who would not wish to live to serve your goodness. Stand from me, you betray me with your fears, The plummets may fall off that hang upon My heart, they were but thoughts at first, or if They weigh me down to death let not my eyes Close with another object then the King, Let him be last I look on. I would not have him lost for my whole Kingdom. He may recover sir.
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So ſoone as nam'd poſſeſſe it. You would be pleas'd take notice of this Gentleman, A Secretary of mine. Mounſieur Allegre, He that was rack'd ſir for your Admirall. His limbs want ſtrength to tender their full duty, An honeſt man that ſuffers for my ſake. He ſhall be deare to us, for what has paſt ſir By the unjuſtice of our Chancellors power, Weele ſtudy to recompence, ith' meane time that office You exercis'd for Chabot we tranſlate To our ſelfe, you ſhall be our Secretary. This is An honour above my weake deſert, and ſhall Oblige the ſervice of my life to ſatisfie it. You are gracious, and in this act have put All our complaints to ſilence, you Allegre, Cheriſh your health, and feeble limbs which cannot Without much prejudice be thus employ'd; All my beſt wiſhes with thee. All my prayers Are duties to your Lordſhip— Tis too little, Can forfeit of his place, wealth, and a laſting Impriſonment purge his offences to Our honeſt Admirall, had our perſon beene Exempted from his mallice, he did perſecute The life of Chabot with an equall wrath, You ſhould have powr'd death on his treacherous head, I revoke all your ſentences, and make Him that was wrong'd full Maſter of his deſtiny, Be thou his judge. O farre be ſuch injuſtice, I know his doome is heavie, and I begge Where mercy may be let into his ſentence For my ſake you would ſoften it, I have Glory enough to be ſet right in yours, And my deare countries thought, and by an act With ſuch apparent notice to the world. Expreſſe it in ſome joy then. I will ſtrive To ſhew that pious gratitude to you but— But what My frame hath lately ſir beene tane a peecs, And but now put together, the leaſt force Of mirth will ſhake and unjoynt all my reaſon, Your patience royall ſir. Ile have no patience, If thou forget the courage of a man. My ſtrength would latter me. Phiſitian Now I begin to feare his apprehenſion, Why how is Chabots ſpirit falne? Twere beſt He were conveid to his bed. How ſoone turn'd widdow. Who would not wiſh to live to ſerve your goodnes. Stand from me, you betray me with your feares, The plummets may fall off that hang upon My heart, they were but thoughts at firſt, or if They weigh me downe to death let not my eyes Cloſe with another object then the King, Let him be laſt I looke on. I would not have him loſt for my whole Kingdome. He may recover ſir.