Chapman, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) tragedy · Children of Paul's (second) · Paul's unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 471 words
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Fly at him and his brood, I cast thee off, And once more give thee surname of mine Eagle. I'll make you sport enough then, let me have My lucerns too (or dogs enured to hunt Beasts of most rapine) but to put them up, And if I truss not, let me not be trusted: Show me a great man (by the people's voice, Which is the voice of God) that by his greatness Bombasts his private roofs, with public riches; That affects royalty, rising from a clapdish; That rules so much more than his suffering King, That he makes kings of his subordinate slaves: Himself and them graduate like woodmongers (Piling a stack of billets) from the earth, Raising each other into steeples heights; Let him convey this on the turning props Of Protean Law, and (his own counsel keeping) Keep all upright; let me but hawk at him, I'll play the Vulture, and so thump his liver, That (like a huge unlading argosy) He shall confess all, and you then may hang him. Show me a Clergy man, that is in voice A Lark of Heaven; in heart a mole of earth; That hath good living, and a wicked life; A temperate look, and a luxurious gut; Turning the rents of his superfluous Cures Into your Pheasants and your Partridges; Venting their Quintessence as men read Hebrew: Let me but hawk at him, and, like the other, He shall confess all, and you then may hang him. Show me a Lawyer that turns sacred law (The equal renderer of each man his own, The scourge of Rapine and Extortion, The Sanctuary and impregnable defence Of retired learning, and oppressed virtue) Into a Harpy, that eats all but's own, Into the damned sins it punisheth; Into the Synagogue of thieves and Atheists; Blood into gold, and justice into lust: Let me but hawk at him, as at the tother, He shall confess all, and you then may hang him. Where will you find such game as you would hawk at? I'll hawk about your house for one of them. Come, you're a glorious Ruffian, and run proud Of the Kings headlong graces; hold your breath, Or by that poisoned vapour not the King Shall back your murderous valour against me. I would the King would make his presence free But for one charge betwixt us: By the reverence Due to the sacred space twixt kings and subjects, Here would I make thee cast that popular purple, In which thy proud soul sits and braves thy sovereign. Peace, peace, I pray thee peace. Let him peace first that made the first war. he's the better man. And therefore may do worst? He has more titles. So Hydra had more heads. he's greater known. His greatness is the peoples, mine's mine own.
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Flie at him and his broode, I cast thee off, And once more giue thee surname of mine Eagle. Ile make you sport enough then, let me haue My lucerns too (or dogges inur'd to hunt Beasts of most rapine) but to put them vp, And if I trusse not, let me not be trusted: Shew me a great man (by the peoples voice, Which is the voice of God) that by his greatnesse Bumbasts his priuate roofes, with publique riches; That affects royaltie, rising from a clapdish; That rules so much more than his suffering King, That he makes kings of his subordinate slaues: Himselfe and them graduate like woodmongers (Piling a stacke of billets) from the earth, Raising each other into steeples heights; Let him conuey this on the turning proppes Of Protean Law, and (his owne counsell keeping) Keepe all vpright; let me but Hawlke at him, Ile play the Vulture, and so thumpe his liuer, That (like a huge vnlading Argosea) He shall confesse all, and you then may hang him. Shew me a Clergie man, that is in voice A Larke of Heauen; in heart a Mowle of earth; That hath good liuing, and a wicked life; A temperate looke, and a luxurious gut; Turning the rents of his superfluous Cures Into your Phesants and your Partriches; Venting their Quintessence as men read Hebrew: Let me but hawlke at him, and, like the other, He shall confesse all, and you then may hang him. Shew me a Lawyer that turnes sacred law (The equall rendrer of each man his owne, The scourge of Rapine and Extortion, The Sanctuarie and impregnable defence Of retir'd learning, and oppressed vertue) Into a Harpye, that eates all but's owne, Into the damned sins it punisheth; Into the Synagogue of theeues and Atheists; Blood into gold, and iustice into lust: Let me but hawlke at him, as at the tother, He shall confesse all, and you then may hang him. Where will you finde such game as you would hawlke at? Ile hawlke about your house for one of them. Come, y'are a glorious Ruffin, and runne proud Of the Kings headlong graces; hold your breath, Or by that poison'd vapour not the King Shall backe your murtherous valour against me. I would the King would make his presence free But for one charge betwixt vs: By the reuerence Due to the sacred space twixt kings and subiects, Heere would I make thee cast that popular purple, In which thy proud soule sits and braues thy soueraigne. Peace, peace, I pray thee peace. Let him peace first that made the first warre. Hee's the better man. And therefore may doe worst? He has more titles. So Hydra had more heads. Hee's greater knowne. His greatnesse is the peoples, mine's mine owne.