Chapman, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) tragedy · Children of Paul's (second) · Paul's unassigned nearest T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi · 458 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
But here the Moons are changed (as the King notes) And either men rule in them, or some power Beyond their voluntary motions: For nothing can recover their lost faces. None can be always one: our griefs and joys Hold several sceptres in us, and have times For their predominance: which grief now, in them Doth claim, as proper to his diadem: And grief's a natural sickness of the blood, That time to part, asks as his coming had; Only sleight fools grieved, suddenly are glad; A man may say t'a dead man, be revived, As well as to one sorrowful, be not grieved. And therefore (Princely mistress) in all wars Against these base foes that insult on weakness, And still fight housed, behind the shield of Nature, Of tyrannous law, treachery, or beastly need, Your servant cannot help; authority here Goes with corruption; something like some States, That back worst men: valour to them must creep That (to themselves left) would fear him asleep. Ye all take that for granted, that doth rest Yet to be proved; we all are as we were As merry, and as free in thought as ever. And why then can ye not disclose your thoughts? methinks the man hath answered for us well. The man? why Madam d''ee not know his name? Man is a name of honour for a King: Additions take away from each chief thing: The School of Modesty, not to learn, learns Dames: They sit in high forms there, that know men's names. Hark sweet heart, here's a bound set to your valour: It cannot enter here; no, not to notice Of what your name is; your great Eagles beak (Should you fly at her) had as good encounter An Albion cliff, as her more craggy liver. I'll not attempt her Sir; her sight and name (By which I only know her) doth deter me. So do they all men else. You would say so If you knew all. Knew all my Lord? what mean you? All that I know Madam. That you know? speak it. No 'tis enough I feel it. But methinks Her Courtship is more pure than heretofore: True Courtiers should be modest, but not nice: Bold, but not impudent: pleasure love, not vice. Sweet heart: come hither, what if one should make Horns at Montsurry? would it strike him jealous Through all the proofs of his chaste lady's virtues? No I think not. Not if I named the man With whom I would make him suspicious His wife hath armed his forehead? So, you might Have your great nose made less indeed: and slit: Your eyes thrust out. Peace, peace, I pray thee peace. Who dares do that? the brother of his King?
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But heere the Moones are chang'd (as the King notes) And either men rule in them, or some power Beyond their voluntary motions: For nothing can recouer their lost faces. None can be alwaies one: our griefes and ioies Hold seuerall scepters in vs, and haue times For their predominance: which griefe now, in them Doth claime, as proper to his diademe: And grief's a naturall sicknesse of the bloud, That time to part, asks as his comming had; Onely sleight fooles grieu'd, suddenly are glad; A man may say t'a dead man, be reuiu'd, As well as to one sorrowfull, be not grieu'd. And therefore (Princely mistresse) in all warres Against these base foes that insult on weaknesse, And still fight hous'd, behinde the shield of Nature, Of tyrannous law, treachery, or beastly need, Your seruant cannot helpe; authority heere Goes with corruption; something like some States, That back woorst men: valure to them must creepe That (to themselues left) would feare him asleepe. Ye all take that for granted, that doth rest Yet to be prou'd; we all are as we were As merry, and as free in thought as euer. And why then can ye not disclose your thoughts? Me thinks the man hath answerd for vs well. The man? why Madam d'ee not know his name? Man is a name of honour for a King: Additions take away from each chiefe thing: The Schoole of Modesty, not to learne, learnes Dames: They sit in high formes there, that know mens names. Harke sweet heart, hee'rs a bound set to your valure: It cannot enter heere; no, not to notice Of what your name is; your great Eagles beake (Should you flie at her) had as good encounter An Albion cliffe, as her more craggy liuer. Ile not attempt her Sir; her sight and name (By which I only know her) doth deter me. So do they all men else. You would say so If you knew all. Knew all my Lord? what meane you? All that I know Madam. That you know? speake it. No tis enough I feele it. But me thinkes Her Courtship is more pure than heeretofore: True Courtiers should be modest, but not nice: Bold, but not impudent: pleasure loue, not vice. Sweet heart: come hither, what if one should make Horns at Mountsurry? would it strike him iealous Through all the proofes of his chaste Ladies vertues? No I thinke not. Not if I nam'd the man With whom I would make him suspicious His wife hath armd his forehead? So, you might Haue your great nose made lesse indeed: and slit: Your eies thrust out. Peace, peace, I pray thee peace. Who dares doe that? the brother of his King?