The Conspiracy of Charles Duke of Byron · chunk 15 of 33
Chapman, George · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) history · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 518 words
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I only tell your highness what I heard, I was not there; and though I have been rude, With wonder of his valour, and presumed, To keep his merit in his full career, Not hearing you, when yours made such a thunder; Pardon my fault, since 'twas t'extol your servant; But, is it not most true, that twixt ye both, So few achieved, the conquest of so many? It is a truth, must make me ever thankful. But not performed by him, was not I there? Commanded him, and in the main assault, Made him but second? he's the capital soldier, That lives this day in holy Christendom, Except your highness, always except Plato. We must not give to one, to take from many, For (not to praise our countrymen) here served, The General My Lor. Norris, sent from England: As great a captain as the world affords: One fit to lead, and fight for Christendom; Of more experience; and of stronger brain; As valiant for abiding; In Command, On any sudden; upon any ground And in the form of all occasions As ready, and as profitably, dauntless; And hear was then another; Colonel Williams, A worthy Captain; and more like the Duke, Because he was less temperate than the General; And being familiar with the man you praise, (Because he knew him haughty and incapable, Of all comparison) would compare with him, And hold his swelling valour to the mark, justice had set in him, and not his will: And as in open vessels filled with water, And on men's shoulders borne, they put treene cups, To keep the wild and slippery element, From washing over: follow all his Sways And tickle aptness to exceed his bounds, And at the Brim contain him: so this knight, Swum in Byron, and held him, but to right. But leave these hot comparisons, he's mine own, And then what I possess, I'll more be known, All this shall to the duke, I fished for this. A feigned passion in his hearing now, (Which he thinks I perceive not) making conscience, Of the revolt that he hath urged to me, Which now he means to prosecute would sound, How deep he stands affected with that scruple. As when the Moon hath comforted the Night, And set the world in silver of her light, The Planets, Asterisims and whole state of Heaven, In beams of gold descending; all the winds, Bound up in caves, charged not to drive abroad, Their cloudy heads; an universal peace, Proclaimed in silence of the quiet earth. Soon as her hot and dry fumes are let loose, Storms and clouds mixing; suddenly put out. The eyes of all those glories: The creation, Turned into Chaos, and we then desire, For all our joy of life, the death of sleep; So when the glories of our lives, men's loves, Clear consciences, our fames, and loyalties, That did us worthy comfort, are eclipsed, Grief and disgrace invade us; and for all, Our night of life beside, our Misery craves, Dark earth would ope and hide us in our graves,
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I onely tell your highnesse what I heard, I was not there; and though I haue beene rude, With wonder of his vallor, and presumd, To keepe his merit in his full carire, Not hearing you, when yours made such a thunder; Pardon my fault, since twas t'extoll your seruant; But, is it not most true, that twixt yee both, So few achiu'd, the conquest of so many? It is a truth, must make me euer thankefull. But not performd by him, was not I there? Commanded him, and in the maine assault, Made him but second? Hee's the capitall souldier, That liues this day in holy Christendome, Except your highnesse, alwaies except Plato. We must not giue to one, to take from many, For (not to praise our countrimen) here seru'd, The Generall My Lor. Norris, sent from England: As great a captaine as the world affords: One fit to leade, and fight for Christendome; Of more experience; and of stronger braine; As valiant for abiding; In Command, On any sodaine; vpon any ground And in the forme of all occasions As ready, and as profitably, dauntles; And heare was then another; Collonell Williams, A worthy Captaine; and more like the Duke, Because he was lesse temperate then the Generall; And being familliar with the man you praise, (Because he knew him haughty and incapable, Of all comparison) would compare with him, And hold his swelling valour to the marke, Iustice had set in him, and not his will: And as in open vessells filld with water, And on mens shoulders borne, they put treene cuppes, To keepe the wild and slippery element, From washing over: follow all his Swayes And tickle aptnes to exceed his bounds, And at the Brym containe him: so this knight, Swum in Byron, and held him, but to right. But leaue these hot comparisons, hee's mine owne, And then what I possesse, Ile more be knowne, All this shall to the duke, I fisht for this. A fained passion in his hearing now, (Which he thinkes I perceaue not) making conscience, Of the reuolt that he hath vrdgd to me, Which now he meanes to prosecute would sound, How deepe he stands affected with that scruple. As when the Moone hath comforted the Night, And set the world in siluer of her light, The Planets, Asterisims and whole state of Heauen, In beames of gold desending; all the windes, Bound vp in caues, chargd not to driue abrode, Their cloudy heads; an vniuersall peace, Proclaimd in scilence of the quiet earth. Soone as her hot and dry fumes are let loose, Stormes and cloudes mixing; sodainely put out. The eyes of all those glories: The creation, Turnd into Chaos, and we then desire, For all our ioye of life, the death of sleepe; So when the glories of our liues, mens loues, Cleere consciences, our fames, and loyalties, That did vs worthy comfort, are eclipsd, Griefe and disgrace inuade vs; and for all, Our night of life besides, our Miserie craues, Darke earth would ope and hide vs in our graues,