Chapman, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) tragedy · Children of Paul's (second) · Paul's unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 464 words
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That I am sir. And have Commanded? ay, and gone without sir. I see the man: A hundred Crowns will make him Swagger, and drink healths to his highness bounty; And swear he could not be more bountiful. So there's nine hundred Crowns, saft; here tall soldier, His grace hath sent you a whole hundred Crowns. A hundred sire nay do his Highness right; I know his hand is larger, and perhaps I may deserve more than my outside shows: I am a scholar, as I am a soldier, And I can poetize; and (being well encouraged) May sing his Fame for giving; yours for delivering (Like a most faithful Steward) what he gives. What shall your subject be? I care not much, If to his excellence I sing the praise Of fair great Noses, And to your Deserts The reverend virtues of a faithful Steward; What Qualities have you sir (beside your chain And velvet jacket) Can your worship dance? A merry Fellow faith: It seems my Lord Will have him for his jester; And believe it, Such men are now no fools, 'tis a knight's place: If I (to save my Lord some Crowns) should urge him T'abate his Bounty, I should not be heard; I would to heaven I were an errant Ass, For then I should be sure to have the Ears Of these great men, where now their jesters have them: 'tis good to please him, yet I'll take no notice Of his preferment, but in policy Will still be grave and serious, lest he think I fear his wooden dagger: Here sir Ambo, A thousand Crowns I bring you from my Lord; Serve God, play the good husband, you may make This a good standing living, 'tis a Bounty, His Highness might perhaps have bestowed better. Go, you're a Rascal; hence, Away you Rogue. What mean you sir? Hence; prate no more; Or by thy villains blood thou prat'st thy last: A Barbarous Groom, grudge at his master's Bounty: But since I know he would as much abhor His hind should argue what he gives his friend, Take that Sir, for your aptness to dispute. These Crowns are sown in blood, blood be their fruit. Duchess of Guise, your Grace is much enriched, In the attendance of this English virgin, That will initiate her Prime of youth, (Disposed to Court conditions) under hand Of your preferred instructions and Command, Rather than any in the English Court, Whose Ladies are not matched in Christendom, For graceful and confirmed behaviours; More than the Court, where they are bred is equalled. I like not their Court form, it is too crest-fallen, In all observance; making Semigods Of their great Nobles; and of their old Queen An ever-young, and most immortal Goddess.
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That I am sir. And haue Commanded? I, and gone without sir. I see the man: A hundred Crounes will make him Swagger, and drinke healths to his highnes bountie; And sweare he could not be more bountifull. So ther's nine hundred Crounes, saft; heere tall souldier, His grace hath sent you a whole hundred Crounes. A hundred sire naie doe his Highnes right; I know his hand is larger, and perhaps I may deserue more than my outside shewes: I am a scholar, as I am a souldier, And I can Poetise; and (being well encourag'd) May sing his Fame for giuing; yours for deliuering (Like a most faithfull Steward) what he giues. What shall your subiect be? I care not much, If to his excellence I sing the praise Of faire great Noses, And to your Deserts The reuerend vertues of a faithfull Steward; What Qualities haue you sir (beside your chaine And veluet Iacket) Can your worship dance? A merrie Fellow faith: It seemes my Lord Will haue him for his Iester; And beleeue it, Such men are now no fooles, Tis a Knights place: If I (to saue my Lord some Crounes) should vrge him T'abate his Bountie, I should not be heard; I would to heauen I were an errant Asse, For then I should be sure to haue the Eares Of these great men, where now their Iesters haue them: Tis good to please him, yet Ile take no notice Of his preferment, but in policie Will still be graue and serious, lest he thinke I feare his wodden dagger: Heere sir Ambo, A thousand Crounes I bring you from my Lord; Serue God, play the good husband, you may make This a good standing liuing, Tis a Bountie, His Highnes might perhaps haue bestow'd better. Goe, y'are a Rascall; hence, Away you Rogue. What meane you sir? Hence; prate no more; Or by thy villans blood thou prat'st thy last: A Barbarous Groome, grudge at his masters Bountie: But since I know he would as much abhorre His hinde should argue what he giues his friend, Take that Sir, for your aptnesse to dispute. These Crounes are sown in blood, blood be their fruit. Dutchesse of Guise, your Grace is much enricht, In the attendance of this English virgin, That will initiate her Prime of youth, (Dispos'd to Court conditions) vnder hand Of your preferd instructions and Command, Rather than anie in the English Court, Whose Ladies are not matcht in Christendome, For gracefull and confirm'd behauiours; More than the Court, where they are bred is equall'd. I like not their Court forme, it is too crestfalne, In all obseruance; making Semi-gods Of their great Nobles; and of their old Queene An euer-yoong, and most immortall Goddesse.