The Conspiracy of Charles Duke of Byron · chunk 19 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 · 468 words
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be't not a face of excellent presentment, Though not so amorous with pure white, and red, Yet is the whole proportion singular; That ever I beheld, It hath good lines, And tracts drawn through it: The purfle, rare, I heard the famous and right learned Earl, And Archbishop of Lions Peirse Pinac, Who was reported to have wondrous judgement In men's events, and natures, by their looks: (Upon his death bed, visited by this duke) He told his sister, when his grace was gone, That he had never yet observed a face, Of worse presage than this: and I will swear, That (something seen in Physiognomy) I do not find in all the rules he gives One slenderest blemish tending to mishap, But (on the opposite part) as we may see, On trees late blossomed, when all frosts are past, How they are taken and what will be fruit: So, on this tree of Sceptres, I discern How it is loaden with appearances, Rules answering Rules; and glances, crowned with glances; What, does he take my picture? I my Lord. Your Highness will excuse me; I will give you My likeness put in Statue, not in picture; And by a Statuary of mine own, That can in Brass express the wit of man, And in his form, make all men see his virtues: Others that with much strictness imitate, The something stooping carriage of my neck, The voluble, and mild radiance of mine eyes, Never observe my Masculine aspect, And lion-like instinct, it shadoweth: Which Envy cannot say, is flattery: And I will have my Image promised you, Cut in such matter, it shall ever last; Where it shall stand, fixed with eternal roots, And with a most unmoved gravity; For I will have the famous mountain Oros, That looks out of the Duchy where I govern, (Into your highness Dukedom) first made yours, And then with such inimitable art Expressed and handled; chiefly from the place Where most conspicuously, he shows his face, That though it keep the true form of that hill In all his longitudes, and latitudes, His height, his distances, and full proportion, Yet shall it clearly bear my counterfeit, Both in my face and all my lineaments: And every man shall say, this is Byron. Within my left hand, I will hold a City, Which is the City Amiens; at whose siege I served so memorably: from my right, I'll power an endless flood, into a Sea Raging beneath me; which shall intimate My ceaseless service, drunk up by the King As th' Ocean drinks up rivers, and makes all Bear his proud title; ivory, Brass and Gold, That thieves may purchase; and be bought and sold, Shall not be used about me; lasting worth Shall only set the duke of Byron forth;
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Ist not a face of excellent presentment, Though not so amorouse with pure white, and red, Yet is the whole proportion singular; That euer I beheld, It hath good lines, And tracts drawne through it: The purfle, rare, I heard the famous and right learned Earle, And Archbishop of Lions Peirse Pinac, Who was reported to haue wondrouse Iudgment In mens euents, and natures, by their lookes: (Vpon his death bed, visited by this duke) He told his sister, when his grace was gon, That he had neuer yet obserud a face, Of worse presage then this: and I will sweare, That (something seene in Phisiognomy) I do not find in all the rules he giues One slendrest blemish tending to mishap, But (on the opposite part) as we may see, On trees late blossomd, when all frosts are past, How they are taken and what wil be fruit: So, on this tree of Scepters, I discerne How it is loden with apparances, Rules answering Rules; and glances, crownd with glances; What, does he take my picture? I my Lord. Your Highnesse will excuse me; I will giue you My likenesse put in Statue, not in picture; And by a Statuary of mine owne, That can in Brasse expresse the witte of man, And in his forme, make all men see his vertues: Others that with much strictnesse imitate, The some-thing stooping carriage of my neck, The voluble, and milde radiance of mine eyes, Neuer obserue my Masculine aspect, And Lyon-like instinct, it shaddoweth: Which Enuie cannot say, is flatterie: And I will haue my Image promist you, Cut in such matter, it shall euer last; Where it shall stand, fixt with eternall rootes, And with a most vnmooued grauitie; For I will haue the famous mountaine Oros, That lookes out of the Dutchy where I gouerne, (Into your highnesse Dukedome) first made yours, And then with such inimitable art Exprest and handled; chieflie from the place Where most conspicuously, he shewes his face, That though it keepe the true forme of that hill In all his longitudes, and latitudes, His height, his distances, and full proportion, Yet shall it cleerely beare my counterfaite, Both in my face and all my lineaments: And euery man shall say, this is Byron. Within my left hand, I will hold a Cittie, Which is the Cittie Amiens; at whose siedge I seru'd so memorably: from my right, Ile powre an endlesse flood, into a Sea Raging beneath me; which shall intimate My ceaselesse seruice, drunke vp by the King As th' Ocean drinkes vp riuers, and makes all Beare his proude title; Iuory, Brasse and Goulde, That theeues may purchase; and be bought and sould, Shall not be vsde about me; lasting worth Shall onely set the duke of Byron forth;