Massinger, Philip · published 1639 · first performed or written 1624 [1624-1625] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 494 words
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There is no colour of reason that makes for him: had he discharged the trust committed to him, with that experience and fidelity he practised heretofore, it could not be our Navy should be blocked up, and in our sight our goods made prize, our Sailors sold for slaves, y his prodigious issue. I much grieve, after so many brave and high achievements, he should in one ill forfeit all the good he ever did his Country. Well, 'tis granted. I humbly thank you, Sir. He shall have hearing, his irons too struck off, bring him before us; but seek no further favour. Sir, I dare not. Monsieur Chamont, Montaigne, Lanour, assistants by a Commission from the most Christian King in punishing, or freeing Malefort our late great Admiral: though I know you need not instructions from me, how to dispose of yourselves in this man's trial (that exacts your clearest judgements) give me leave with favour to offer my opinion: we are to hear him, a little looking back on his fair actions, loyal, and true demeanour, not as now by the general voice, already he's condemned. But if we find (as most believe) he hath held intelligence with his accursed son, fall off from all allegiance, and turned (but for what cause we know not) the most bloody and fatal enemy, this Country ever repented to have brought forth, all compassion of what he was, or may be, if now pardoned, we sit engaged to censure him with all extremity and rigour. Your Lordship shows us a path which we will tread in. He that leaves to follow, as you lead, will lose himself. I'll not be singular. He comes, but with a strange distracted look. Live I once more to see these hands and arms free? these, that often In the most dreadful horror of a fight, Have been as seamarks to teach such as were Seconds in my attempts, to steer between The rocks of too much dating, and pale fear, To reach the Port of victory? When my sword, Advanced thus, to my enemies appeared A hairy comet, threatening death and ruin To such as durst behold it. These the legs That when our ship were grappled, carried me With such swift motion from deck to deck, As they that saw it, with amazement cried; He does not run, but flies. He still retains The greatness of his spirit. Now cramped with irons, Hunger, and could, they hardly do support me. But I forget myself. O my good Lords That sit there as my judges to determine The life and death of Malefort, where are now Those shouts, those cheerful looks, those loud applauses With which when I returned loaden with spoil You entertained your Admiral? all's forgotten, And I stand here to give account for that Of which I am as free, and innocent As he that never saw the eyes of him, for whom I stand suspected.
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There is no colour of reason that makes for him: ad he discharg'd the trust committed to him, ith that experience and fidelitie he practis'd heretofore, it could not be our Navie should be block'd up, and in our sight our goods made prize, our Sailors sold for slaves, y his prodigious issue. I much grieve, fter so many brave and high atchievements, he should in one ill forfeit all the good he ever did his Countrey. Well, 'tis granted. I humbly thanke you, Sir. He shall have hearing, his irons too strucke off, bring him before us; but seeke no further favour. Sir, I dare not. Monsieur Chamont, Montaigne, Lanour, assistants by a Commission from the most Christian King in punishing, or reeing Malefort our late great Admirall: though I know you need not instructions from me, how to dispose of your selves in this mans triall (that exacts your cleerest judgements) give me leave with favour to offer my opinion: we are to heare him, a little looking backe on his faire actions, loyall, and true demeanour, not as now by the generall voyce, already he's condemn'd. But if we finde (as most beleeve) he hath held intelligence with his accursed sonne, fale off from all allegeance, and turn'd (but for what cause we know not) the most bloudy and fatall enemie, this Countrey ever repented to have brought forth, all compassion of what he was, or may be, if now pardon'd, we sit ingag'd to censure him with all extremitie and rigour. Your Lordship shewes us a path which we will tread in. He that leaves to follow, as you lead, will lose himselfe. I'le not be singular. He comes, but with a strange distracted looke. Live I once more to see these hands and armes fre? these, that often In the most dreadfull horror of a fight, Have beene as sea-markes to teach such as were Seconds in my attempts, to steere betweene The rocks of too much dating, and pale feare, To reach the Port of victory? When my sword, Advancd thus, to my enemies appear'd A hairy comet, threatenning death and ruine To such as durst behold it. These the legs That when our ship were grappl'd, carried me With such swift motion from decke to decke, As they that saw it, with amazment cri'd; He does not runne, but flies. He still retaines The greatnesse of his spirit. Now crampt with irons, Hunger, and could, they hardly doe support me. ut I forget my selfe. O my good Lords That it there as my judges to determine The life and death of Malefort, where are now Those shoutes, those chearefull lookes, those loud applauses With which when I return'd loaden with spoile You entertain'd your Admirall all's forgotten, And I stand here to give accompt for that Of which I am a free, and innocent As he that never saw the eyes of him, or whom I stand suspected.