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 · 435 words
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I see it fall, For justice being the prop of every Kingdom And mine broke, violating him that was The knot and contract of it all in him, It already falling in my eat, Pompey could hear it thunder, when the Senate And Capitol were deaf, so heavens loud chiding, I'll have another sentence for my Chancellor, Unless my Chabot live, In a Prince What a swift executioner is a frown, Especially of great and noble souls; How is it with my Philip? I must beg One other boon. Upon condition My Chabot will collect his scattered spirits, And be himself again, he shall divide My Kingdom with me. Sweet King. I observe A fierce and kill wrath engendered in you; For my sake, as you wish me strength to serve you, Forgive your Chancellor, let not the story Of Philip Chabot read hereafter draw A tear from any family, I beseech Your royal mercy on his life, and free Remission of all seizure upon his state, I have no comfort else. Endeavour But thy own health, and pronounce general pardon To all through France. Sir I must kneel to thank you, It is not sealed else, your blessed hand live happy, May all you trust have no less faith than Chabot, Oh. His heart is broken. And kneeling sir, As his ambition were in death to show The truth of his obedience. I feared this issue. he's past hope. He has a victory in's death, this world Deserved him not, how soon he was translated To glorious eternity, 'tis too late To fright the air with words, my tears embalm him. What can become of me? I'll be your husband Madam, and with care Supply your children's father, to your father I'll be a son, in what our love or power Can serve his friends, Chabot shall ne'er be wanting, The greatest loss is mine, past scale or recompense, We will proceed no further 'gainst the Chancellor, To the charity of our Admiral he owes His life which ever banished to a prison, Shall not beget in us, or in the subject Now fears of his injustice, for his fortunes Great and acquired corruptly, 'tis our will They make just restitution for all wrongs That shall within a year be proved against him; O Chabot that shall boast as many monuments As there be hearts in France, which as they grow, Shall with more love enshrine thee, King's they say, Die not, or starve succession, oh why Should that stand firm, and Kings themselves despair, To find their subject still in the next heir▪
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I ſee it fall, For Iuſtice being the proppe of every Kingdome And mine broke, violating him that was The knot and contract of it all in him, It already falling in my eate, Pompey could heare it thunder, when the Senate And Capitoll were deafe, ſo heavens loud chiding, Ile have another ſentence for my Chancellor, Vnleſſe my Chabot live, In a Prince What a ſwift executioner is a frowne, Eſpecially of great and noble ſoules; How is it with my Philip? I muſt begge One other boone. Vpon condition My Chabot will collect his ſcatter'd ſpirits, And be himſelfe agen, he ſhall divide My Kingdome with me. Sweete King. I obſerve A fierce and killing wrath engendred in you; For my ſake, as you wiſh me ſtrength to ſerve you, Forgive your Chancellor, let not the ſtory Of Philip Chabot read hereafter draw A teare from any family, I beſeech Your royall mercy on his life, and free Remiſſion of all ſeaſure upon his ſtate, I have no comfort elſe. Endeavour But thy owne health, and pronounce generall pardon To all through France. Sir I muſt kneele to thanke you, It is not ſeal'd elſe, your bleſt hand live happy, May all you truſt have no leſſe faith then Chabot, Oh. His heart is broken. And kneeling ſir, As his ambition were in death to ſhew The truth of his obedience. I feard this iſſue. Hees paſt hope. He has a victory ins death, this world Deſerv'd him not, how ſoone he was tranſlated To glorious eternitie, tis too late To fright the ayre with words, my teare embalme him. What can become of me? Ile be your husband Madam, and with care Supply your childrens father, to your father Ile be a ſonne, in what ou love or power Can ſerve his friends, Chabot ſhall nere be wanting, The greateſt loſſe is mine, paſt ſcale or recompence, We will proceede no further gainſt the Chancellor, To the charitie of our Admirall he owes His life which ever baniſh'd to a priſon, Shall not beget in us, or in the ſubject Nw feares of his injuſtice, for his fortunes Great and acquir'd corruptly, tis our will They make juſt reſtitution for all wrongs That ſhall within a yeare be prov'd againſt him; O Chabot that ſhall boaſt as many monuments As there be hearts in France, which as they grow, Shall with more love enſhrine thee, Kings they ſay, Die not, or ſtarve ſucceſſion, oh why Should that ſtand firme, and Kings themſelves deſpaire, To finde their ſubject ſtill in the next heire▪