The Conspiracy of Charles Duke of Byron · chunk 8 of 33
Chapman, George · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) history · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 450 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
So Oreng wisheth, and to the deserts Of your great actions, their most royal Crown. Away my Lord, the Lords inquire for you. Would we might win his valour to our part. 'tis well prepared in his entreaty here; With all states highest observations: And to their form, and words are added gifts, He was presented with two goodly horses, One of which two, was the brave Beast Pastrana: With plate of gold, and a much prized jewel; Girdle and hangers, set with wealthy stones: All which were valued, at ten thousand crowns; The other Lords had suits of tapestry, And chains of gold, and every gentleman A pair of Spanish Gloves, and rapier blades: And here ends their entreaty; which I hope Is the beginning of more good to us, Than twenty thousand times their gifts to them. My Lord, I grieve that all the setting forth, Of our best welcome, made you more retired: Your chamber hath been more loved than our honours; And therefore we are glad your time of parting Is come to set you in the air you love: Commend my service to his Majesty, And tell him that this day of peace with him I'll hold, as holy. All your pains my Lords I shallbe always glad to gratify With any love and honour, your own hearts Shall do me grace to wish expressed to you. Here hath been strange demeanour, which shall fly, To the great author of this embassy. Admit no entry, I will speak with none, Good signor de Laffin, your worth shall find, That I will make a jewel for my cabinet, Of that the King (in surfeit of his store) Hath cast out, as the sweepings of his hall; I told him, having threatened you away, That I did wonder, this small time of peace, Could make him cast his armour so securely In such as you, and as 'twere set the head Of one so great in counsels, on his foot, And pitch him from him with such guardlike strength. He may perhaps find he hath pitched away, The axle-tree that kept him on his wheels. I told him so, I swear, in other terms And not with too much note of our close loves lest so he might have smoked our practises. To choose his time, and spit his poison on me, Through th'ears, and eyes of strangers. So I told him And more than that, which now I will not tell you: It rests now then, Noble, and worthy friend, That to our friendship, we draw Duke Byron, To whose attraction there is no such chain, As you can forge, and shake out of your brain.
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So Oreng wisheth, and to the desarts Of your great actions, their most roiall Crowne. Away my Lord, the Lords enquire for you. Would we might winne his valor to our part. Tis well prepar'd in his entreaty here; With all states highest obseruations: And to their forme, and words are added gifts, He was presented with two goodly horses, One of which two, was the braue Beast Pastrana: With plate of gold, and a much prized iewell; Girdle and hangers, set with welthy stones: All which were vallewed, at ten thousand crownes; The other Lords had suites of tapistry, And chaines of gold, and euery gentleman A paire of Spanish Gloues, and Rapire blades: And here ends their entreaty; which I hope Is the beginning of more good to vs, Then twenty thousand times their giftes to them. My Lord, I grieue that all the setting forth, Of our best welcome, made you more retired: Your chamber hath beene more lou'd then our honors; And therefore we are glad your time of parting Is come to set you in the ayre you loue: Commend my seruice to his Maiesty, And tell him that this daie of peace with him Ile hold, as holie. All your paines my Lords I shalbe alwaies glad to gratefie With any loue and honour, your owne hearts Shall do me grace to wish exprest to you. Here hath beene strange demeaneure, which shall flie, To the great author of this Ambassy. Admit no entry, I will speake with none, Good signior de Laffin, your worth shall finde, That I will make a iewell for my cabinet, Of that the King (in surfet of his store) Hath cast out, as the sweepings of his hall; I told him, hauing threatned you away, That I did wonder, this small time of peace, Could make him cast his armor so securely In such as you, and as twere set the head Of one so great in counsailes, on his foote, And pitch him from him with such guardlike strength. He may perhaps finde he hath pitcht away, The Axeltree that kept him on his wheeles. I told him so, I sweare, in other termes And not with too much note of our close loues Least so he might haue smokt our practises. To chuse his time, and spit his poison on me, Through th'eares, and eies of strangers. So I told him And more then that, which now I will not tell you: It rests now then, Noble, and worthy friend, That to our friendship, we draw Duke Byron, To whose attraction there is no such chaine, As you can fordge, and shake out of your braine.