Chapman, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) tragedy · Children of Paul's (second) · Paul's unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 470 words
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he's nobly borne. He is not, I am noble. And noblesse in his blood hath no gradation, But in his merit. thouart not nobly borne, But bastard to the Cardinal of Ambois. Thou liest proud Guiserd; let me fly (my Lord.) Not in my face; (my Eagle) violence flies The Sanctuaries of a PRINCE's eyes. Still shall we chide? and some upon this bit? Is the Guise only great in faction? Stands he not by himself? Proves he th'Opinion That men's souls are without them? Be a Duke, And lead me to the field. Come, follow me. Stay them, stay D'Ambois; cozen Guise, I wonder Your equal disposition brooks so ill A man so good, that only would uphold Man in his native noblesse, from whose fall All our dissensions rise; that in himself (Without the outward patches of our frailty, Riches and honour) knows he comprehends Worth with the greatest: king's had never borne Such boundless eminence over other men, Had all maintained the spirit and state of D'Ambois; Nor had the full impartial hand of nature That all things gave in her original, Without these definite terms of Mine and Thine, Been turned unjustly to the hand of Fortune: Had all preserved her in her prime, like D'Ambois; No envy, no disjunction had dissolved, Or plucked out one stick of the golden faggot, In which the world of Saturn was comprised, Had all been held together with the nerves, The genius and th'ingenuous soul of D'Ambois. Let my hand therefore be the Hermean rod To part and reconcile, and so conserve you, As my combined embracers and supporters. 'tis our king's motion, and we shall not seem (To worst eyes) womanish, though we change thus soon Never so great grudge for his greater pleasure. I seal to that, and so the manly freedom That you so much profess, hereafter prove not A bold and glorious licence to deprave: To me his hand shall prove the Hermean rod His grace affects, in which submissive sign On this his sacred right hand, I lay mine. 'tis well my Lord, and so your worthy greatness Engender not the greater insolence, Nor make you think it a Prerogative, To rack men's freedoms with the ruder wrongs; My hand (stuck full of laurel, in true sign 'tis wholly dedicate to righteous peace) In all submission kisseth th'other side. Thanks to ye both: and kindly I invite ye Both to a banquet where we'll sacrifice Full cups to confirmation of yours loves; At which (fair Ladies) I entreat your presence. What had my bounty drunk when it raised him? Y'ave stuck us up a very proper flag That takes more wind than we with all our sails. O so he spreads and flourishes. He must down, Upstarts should never perch too near a crown.
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Hee's noblie borne. He is not, I am noble. And noblesse in his blood hath no gradation, But in his merit. Th'art not nobly borne, But bastard to the Cardinall of Ambois. Thou liest proud Guiserd; let me flie (my Lord.) Not in my face; (my Eagle) violence flies The Sanctuaries of a Princes eies. Still shall we chide? and some vpon this bit? Is the Guise only great in faction? Stands he not by himselfe? Prooues he th'Opinion That mens soules are without them? Be a Duke, And lead me to the field. Come, follow me. Stay them, stay D'Ambois; Cosen Guise, I wonder Your equall disposition brookes so ill A man so good, that only would vphold Man in his natiue noblesse, from whose fall All our dissentions rise; that in himselfe (Without the outward patches of our frailtie, Riches and honour) knowes he comprehends Worth with the greatest: Kings had neuer borne Such boundlesse eminence ouer other men, Had all maintain'd the spirit and state of D'Ambois; Nor had the full impartiall hand of nature That all things gaue in her originall, Without these definite terms of Mine and Thine, Beene turn'd vniustly to the hand of Fortune: Had all preseru'd her in her prime, like D'Ambois; No enuie, no disiunction had dissolu'd, Or pluck'd out one sticke of the golden fagot, In which the world of Saturne was compris'd, Had all beene held together with the nerues, The genius and th'ingenuous soule of D'Ambois. Let my hand therefore be the Hermean rodde To part and reconcile, and so conserue you, As my combin'd embracers and supporters. Tis our Kings motion, and wee shall not seeme (To worst eies) womanish, though wee change thus soone Neuer so great grudge for his greater pleasure. I seale to that, and so the manly freedome That you so much professe, heereafter prooue not A bold and glorious licence to depraue: To mee his hand shall prooue the Hermean rodde His grace affects, in which submissiue signe On this his sacred right hand, I lay mine. Tis well my Lord, and so your worthie greatnesse Engender not the greater insolence, Nor make you thinke it a Prerogatiue, To racke mens freedomes with the ruder wrongs; My hand (stucke full of lawrell, in true signe Tis wholly dedicate to righteous peace) In all submission kisseth th'other side. Thankes to ye both: and kindly I inuite ye Both to a banquet where weele sacrifice Full cups to confirmation of yours loues; At which (faire Ladies) I entreat your presence. What had my bounty drunke when it rais'd him? Y'ane stucke vs vp a very proper flag That takes more winde than we with all our sailes. O so he spreds and flourishes. He must downe, Vpstarts should neuer perch too neere a crowne.