The Gentleman Usher (Vincentio and Margaret) · chunk 23 of 42
Chapman, George · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) or Children of Paul’s (second) unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 496 words
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O hold my Lord, this is no christian part, Nor yet scarce manly, when your mankind foe, Imperious death shall make your groans his trumpets To summon resignation of life's Fort, To fly without resistance; you must force A countermine of Fortitude, more deep Than this poor Mine of pains, to blow him up, And spite of him live victor, though subdued: Patience in torment, is a valour more Than ever crowned Th' Alcmenean Conqueror. Rage is the vent of torment, let me rise. Men do but cry, that rage in miseries, And scarcely beaten children, become cries: Pains are like women's clamours, which the less They find men's patience stirred, the more they cease. Of this 'tis said, afflictions bring to God, Because they make us like him, drinking up joys that deform us with the lusts of sense, And turn our general being into soul, Whose actions simply formed and applied, Draw all our bodies' frailties from respect. Away with this unmedicinable balm Of worded breath; for bear friends, let me rest, I swear I will be bands unto myself. That will become your lordship best indeed. I'll break away, and leap into the Sea. Or from some Turret cast me headlong down, To shiver this frail carcase into dust. O my dear Lord, what unlike words are these, To the late fruits of your religious Noblesse? Leave me fond woman. I'll be hewn from hence Before I leave you; help me gentle Doctor. Have patience good my Lord. Then lead me in, Cut off the timber of this cursed Shaft, And let the forked pile canker to my heart. Dear Lord, resolve on humble sufferance. I will not hear thee, woman, be content. O never shall my counsels cease to knock At thy impatient ears, till they fly in And salve with Christian patience, Pagan sin. This is her letter sir, you now shall see How silly a thing 'tis in respect of mine, And what a simple woman she has proved, To refuse mine for hers; I pray look here. Soft sir, I know not, I being her sworn servant, If I may put up these disgraceful words, Given of my Mistress, without touch of honour. Disgraceful words; I protest I speak not To disgrace her, but to grace myself. Nay then sir, if it be to grace yourself, I am content; but otherwise you know, I was to take exceptions to a King. Nay, you're i'th' right for that; but read I pray, if there be not more choice words in that letter, than in any three of Guevara's golden epistles, I am a very ass. How think you Vince? By heaven no less sir, it is the best thing; Gods what a beast am I. Is is no matter, I can set it together again. Pardon me sir, I protest I was ravished: but was it possible she should prefer hers before this? O sir, she cried fie upon this.
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O hold my Lord, this is no christian part, Nor yet skarce manly, when your mankinde foe, Imperious death shall make your grones his trumpets To summon resignation of lifes Fort, To flie without resistance; you must force A countermine of Fortitude, more deepe Than this poore Mine of paines, to blow him vp, And spight of him liue victor, though subdu'd: Patence in torment, is a valure more Than eer crownd T' Alcmenean Conquerour. Rage is the vent of torment, let me rise. Men doe but crie, that rage in miseries, And scarcely beaten children, become cries: Paines are like womens clamors, which the lesse They find mens patience stirred, the more they cease. Of this tis said, afflictions bring to God, Because they make vs like him, drinking vp Ioyes that deforme vs with the lusts of sense, And turne our generall being into soule, Whose actions simply formed and applied, Draw all our bodies frailties from respect. Away with this vnmedcinable balme Of worded breath; for beare friends, let me rest, I sweare I will be bands vnto my selfe. That will become your lordship best indeed. Ile breake away, and leape into the Sea. Or from some Turret cast me hedlong downe, To shiuer this fraile carkasse into dust. O my deare Lord, what vnlike words are these▪ To the late fruits of your religious Noblesse? Leaue me fond woman. Ile be hewne from hence Before I leaue you; helpe me gentle Doctor▪ Haue patience good my Lord. Then leade me in, Cut off the timber of this cursed Shaft, And let the fork'd pile canker to my heart. Deare Lord, resolue on humble sufferance. I will not heare thee, woman, be content. O neuer shall my counsailes cease to knocke At thy impatient eares, till they fle in And salue with Christian patience, Pagan sinne. This is her letter sir, you now shall see How seely a thing tis in respect of mine, And what a simple woman she haz prou'd, To refuse mine for hers; I pray looke heere. Soft sir, I know not, I being her sworn seruant, If I may put vp these disgracefull words, Giuen of my Mistis, without touch of honour. Disgracefull words; I protest I speake not To disgrace her, but to grace my selfe. Nay then sir, if it be to grace your selfe, I am content; but otherwise you know, I was to take exceptions to a King. Nay, y'are ith right for that; but reade I pray▪ if there be not more choice words in that letter, than in any thre of Geuaras golden epistles, I am a very asse. How thinke you ? By heauen no lesse sir, it is the best thing; Gods what a beast am I. Is is no matter, I can set it together againe. Pardon me sir, I protest I was rauisht: but was it possible she should preferre hers before this? O sir, she cride fie vpon .