The Conspiracy of Charles Duke of Byron · chunk 24 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 · 478 words
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The duke of Byron is returned from England, And (as they say) was Princely entertained, Schooled by the matchless Queen there, who I hear Spoke most divinely; and would gladly hear, Her speech reported. I can serve your turn, As one that speaks from other's not from her, And thus it is reported at his parting, THus Monsieur Du Byron you have beheld, Our Court proportioned to our little kingdom. In every entertainment; yet our mind, To do you all the rites of your repair, Is as unbounded as the ample air. What idle pains have you bestowed to see A poor old woman? who in nothing lives More, than in true affections, borne your king; And in the perfect knowledge she hath learned, Of his good knights, and servants of your sort. We thank him that he keeps the memory Of us and all our kindness; but must say, That it is only kept; and not laid out To such affectionate profit as we wish; Being so much set on fire with his deserts, That they consume us; not to be restored By your presentment of him; but his person; And we had thought, that he whose virtues fly So beyond wonder, and the reach of thought, Should check at eight hours sail, and his high spirit That stoops to fear, less than the Poles of heaven; Should doubt an under billow of the Sea, And (being a Sea) be sparing of his streams; And I must blame all you that may advise him; That (having helped him through all martial dangers) You let him stick, at the kind rites of peace, Considering all the forces I have sent, To set his martial seas up in firm walls, On both his sides for him to pass at pleasure; Did plainly open him a guarded way And led in Nature to this friendly shore, But here is nothing worth his personal sight, Here are no walled Cities; for that Crystal Sheds with his light, his hardness, and his height About our thankful person, and our Realm; Whose only aid, we ever yet desired; And now I see, the help we sent to him, Which should have swum to him in our own blood, Had it been needful; (our affections Being more given to his good, than he himself) Ends in the actual right it did his state, And ours is slighted; all our worth is made, The common-stock, and bank; from whence are served All men's occasions; yet (thanks to heaven) Their gratitudes are drawn dry; not our bounties. And you shall tell your King, that he neglects Old friends for new; and sets his soothed Ease Above his honour; Marshals policy In rank before his justice; and his profit Before his royalty: his humanity gone, To make me no repayment of mine own. What answered the Duke?
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The duke of Byron is return'd from England, And (as they say) was Princely entertainde, Schoold by the matchlesse Queene there, who I heare Spake most diuinely; and would gladly heare, Her speech reported. I can serue your turne, As one that speakes from others not from her, And thus it is reported at his parting, THus Monsieur Du Byron you haue beheld, Our Court proportion'd to our little kingdome. In euery entertainment; yet our minde, To do you all the rites of your repaire, Is as vnbounded as the ample ayre. What idle paines haue you bestowd to see A poore ould woman? who in nothing liues More, then in true affections, borne your king; And in the perfect knowledge she hath learn'd, Of his good knights, and seruants of your sort. We thanke him that he keepes the memory Of vs and all our kindnesse; but must say, That it is onely kept; and not laid out To such affectionate profit as we wish; Being so much set on fire with his deserts, That they consume vs; not to be restorde By your presentment of him; but his person; And we had thought, that he whose vertues flye So beyond wonder, and the reach of thought, Should check at eight houres saile, and his high spirit That stoopes to feare, lesse then the Poles of heauen; Should doubt an vnder billow of the Sea, And (being a Sea) be sparing of his streames; And I must blame all you that may aduise him; That (hauing helpt him through all martiall dangers) You let him stick, at the kinde rites of peace, Considering all the forces I haue sent, To set his martiall seas vp in firme walls, On both his sides for him to passe at pleasure; Did plainly open him a guarded way And led in Nature to this friendly shore, But here is nothing worth his personall sight, Here are no walled Citties; for that Christall Sheds with his light, his hardnesse, and his height About our thankfull person, and our Realme; Whose onely ayde, we euer yet desirde; And now I see, the helpe we sent to him, Which should haue swum to him in our owne bloud, Had it beene needfull; (our affections Being more giuen to his good, then he himselfe) Ends in the actuall right it did his state, And ours is sleighted; all our worth is made, The common-stock, and banck; from whence are seru'd All mens occasions; yet (thankes to heauen) Their gratitudes are drawne drye; not our bounties. And you shall tell your King, that he neglects Ould friends for new; and sets his soothed Ease Aboue his honor; Marshals policie In ranck before his iustice; and his profit Before his royalty: his humanitie gone, To make me no repaiment of mine owne. What answered the Duke?