The Conspiracy of Charles Duke of Byron · chunk 2 of 33
Chapman, George · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) history · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 483 words
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We should not set these passages of Spleen Twixt Spain and Savoy; to the weaker part, More good by sufferance grows, than deeds of heart, The nearer Princes are, the further off In rites of friendship; my advice had never Consented to this voyage of my Lord, In which he doth endanger Spain's whole loss, For hope of some poor fragment here in France. My hope in France you know not, though my counsel, And for my loss of Spain, it is agreed, That I should sleight it, oft-times PRINCE's rules Are like the Chemical Philosophers; Leave me then to mine own projection, In this our thrifty Alchemy of state, Yet help me thus far, you that have been here Our Lord Ambassador; and, in short inform me, What Spirits here are fit for our designs. The new-created Duke Byron is fit, Were there no other reason for your presence, To make it worthy; for he is a man Of matchless valour, and was ever happy In all encounters, which were still made good, With an unwearied sense of any toil, Having continued fourteen days together Upon his horse; his blood is not voluptuous, Nor much inclined to women; his desires Are higher than his state, and his deserts Not much short of the most he can desire, If they be weighed with what France feels by them: He is past measure glorious: And that humour Is fit to feed his Spirits, whom it possesseth With faith in any error; chiefly where Men blow it up, with praise of his perfections, The taste whereof in him so soothes his palate, And takes up all his appetite, that oft times He will refuse his meat, and company To feast alone with their most strong conceit; Ambition also, cheek by cheek doth march With that excess of glory, both sustained With an unlimited fancy, That the King, Nor France itself, without him can subsist. He is the man (my Lord) I come to win; And that supreme intention of my presence Saw never light till now, which yet I fear, The politic king, suspecting, is the cause That he hath sent him so far from my reach, And made him chief in the Commission, Of his embassage to my brother Archduke, With whom he is now; and (as I am told) So entertained and fitted in his humour, That ere I part, I hope he will return Prepared, and made the more fit for the physic That I intend to minister. My Lord, There is another discontented Spirit Now here in Court, that for his brain, and aptness To any course that may recover him In his declined and litigious state, Will serve Byron, as he were made for him, In giving vent to his ambitious vain, And that is, De Laffin. You tell me true, And him I think you have prepared for me.
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We should not set these passages of Splene Twixt Spaine and Sauoy; to the weaker part, More good by suffance growes, than deedes of heart, The nearer Princes are, the further off In rites of friendship; my aduice had neuer Consented to this voyage of my Lord, In which he doth endaunger Spaines whole losse, For hope of some poore fragment heere in Fraunce. My hope in France you know not, though my counsel, And for my losse of Spaine, it is agreede, That I should sleight it, oft-times Princes rules Are like the Chymicall Philosophers; Leaue me then to mine owne proiection, In this our thriftie Alchymie of state, Yet helpe me thus farre, you that haue beene heere Our Lord Ambassadour; and, in short informe mee, What Spirites here are fit for our designes. The new-created Duke Byron is fit, Were there no other reason for your presence, To make it worthie; for he is a man Of matchlesse valure, and was euer happy In all encounters, which were still made good, With an vnwearyed sence of any toyle, Hauing continewd fourteene dayes together Vpon his hose; his blood is not voluptuous, Nor much inclinde to women; his desires Are higher than his stae▪ and his deserts Not much short of the most he can desire, If they be weighd with what Fraunce feeles by them: He is past measure glorious: And that humour Is fit to feede his Spirites, whome it possesseth With faith in any errour; chiefly where Men blowe it vp, with praise of his perfections, The taste whereof in him so soothes his pallate, And takes vp all his appetite, that oft times He will refuse his meate, and companie To feast alone with their most strong conceit; Ambition also, cheeke by cheeke doth march With that excesse of glory, both sutaind With an vnlimited fancie, That the King, Nor Frunce it selfe, without him can subsist. He is the man (my Lord) I come to winne; And that supreame intention of my presence Saw neuer light till now, which yet I feare, The politike king, suspecting, is the cause That he hath sent him so farre from my reach, And made him chiefe in the Commission, Of his ambassage to my brother Arch-duke, With whome he is now; and (as I am tolde) So entertaind and fitted in his humour, That ere I part, I hope he will returne Prepar'd, and made the more fit for the phisicke That I intend to minister. My Lord, There is another discontented Spirite Now heere in Court, that for his braine, and aptnes To any course that may recouer him In his declined and litigious state, Will serue Byro, as he were made for him, In giuing vent to his ambitious vaine, And that is, De Laffin. You tell me true, And him I thinke you haue prepar'd for me.