The Conspiracy of Charles Duke of Byron · chunk 13 of 33
Chapman, George · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) history · Children of the Queen's Revels T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.73 · 471 words
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So brave a subject as the Duke, no king Seated on earth, can vaunt of but your Highness, So valiant, loyal, and so great in service. No question he sets valour in his height, And hath done service to an equal pitch, Fortune attending him with fit events, To all his venturous and well-laid attempts. Fortune? to him was Iuno, to Alcides, For when, or where did she but open way, To any act of his? what stone took he With her help or without his own lost blood? What sort won he by her? or was not forced? What victory but 'gainst odds? on what Commander Sleepy or negligent, did he ever charge? What Summer ever made she fair to him? What winter, not of one continued storm? Fortune is so far from his creditress, That she owes him much; for in him, her looks Are lovely, modest, and magnanimous, Constant, victorious; and in his Achievements, Her cheeks are drawn out with a virtuous redness, Out of his eager spirit to victory, And chaste contention to convince with honour; And (I have heard) his spirits have flowed so high, In all his conflicts against any odds, That (in his charge) his lips have bled with terror: How served he at your famous siege of Dreux? Where the enemy (assured of victory) Drew out a body of four thousand horse, And twice six thousand foot, and like a Crescent, Stood for the signal, you: (that showed yourself A sound old soldier) thinking it not fit To give your enemy the odds, and honour Of the first stroke, commanded de la Guiche, To let fire all his cannons, that did pierce The adverse thickest squadrons, and had shot Nine volleys ere the foe had once given fire: Your troup was charged, and when your Duke's old father, Met with th'assailants, and their Grove of Reiters Repulsed so fiercely, made them turn their beards And rally up themselves behind their troops; Fresh forces seeing your troops a little severed, From that part first assaulted, gave it charge, Which then, this duke made good, seconds his father, Beats through and through the enemies greatest strength, And breaks the rest like Billows 'gainst a rock And there the heart of that huge battle broke. The heart but now came on, in that strong body, Of twice two thousand horse, lead by Du main Which (if I would be glorious) I could say I first encountered. How did he take in, Beaune in view of that invincible army Lead by the Lord great Constable of Castille? Autun, and Nuis: in Burgundy chaste away, Viscount I'avanne's troops before Dijon, And puts himself in, and there that was won. If you would only give me leave my Lord, I would do right to him, yet must not give.
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So braue a subiect as the Duke, no king Seated on earth, can vante of but your Highnesse, So valiant, loyall, and so great in seruice. No question he sets valour in his height, And hath done seruice to an equall pitche, Fortune attending him with fit euents, To all his ventrous and well-laid attempts. Fortune? to him was Iuno, to Alcides, For when, or where did she but open way, To any act of his? what stone tooke he With her helpe or without his owne lost bloud? What sort wan he by her? or was not forc't? What victory but gainstods? on what Commander Sleepy or negligent, did he euer chage? What Summer euer made she faie to him? What winter, not of one continued storme? Fortune is so farre from his Creditresse, That she owes him much; for in him, her lookes Are louely, modest, and magnanimous, Constant, victorious; and in his Achieuments, Her cheekes are drawne out with a vertuous rednesse, Out of his eager spirit to victorie, And chast contention to conuince with honor; And (I haue heard) his spirits haue flowd so high, In all his conflicts against any odds, That (in his charge) his lips haue bled with teruor: How seru'd he at your famous siege of Dreux? Where the enemie (assur'd of victory) Drew out a bodie of foure thousand horse, And twice sixe thousand foote, and like a Crescent, Stood for the signall, you: (that show'd your selfe A sound old souldiar) thinking it not fit To giue your enemy the ods, and honour Of the first stroke, commanded de la Guiche, To let fe all his cannans, that did pierse The adurse thickest squadrons, and had shot Nine volleies ere the foe had once giuen fire: Your troope was charg'd, and when your dukes old father, Met with th'affailants, and their Groue of Reiters Repulst so fiercely, made them turne their beards And rallie vp themselues behind their troopes; Fresh forces seeing your troopes a little seuerd, From that part first assaulted, gaue it charge, Which then, this duke made good, seconds his father, Beates through and through the enemies greatest strength, And breakes the rest like Billowes gainst a rock And there the heart of that huge battaile broke. The heart but now came on, in that stronge body, Of twice two thousand horse, lead by Du Maine Which (if I would be glorious) I could say I first encountred. How did he take in, Beaune in view of that inuincible army Lead by the Lord great Constable of Castile? Autun, and Nuis: in Burgundy chast away, Vicount l'auannes troopes before Dijon, And puts himselfe in, and there that was won. If you would onely giue me leaue my Lord, I would do right to him, yet must not giue.