The Conspiracy of Charles Duke of Byron · chunk 25 of 33
Chapman, George · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) history · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi · 490 words
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In this sort. Your highness sweet speech hath no sharper end, Than he would wish his life; if he neglected, The least grace you have named; but to his wish, Much power is wanting: the green roots of war, Not yet so close cut up, but he may dash Against their relics to his utter ruin, Without more near eyes, fixed upon his feet, Than those that look out of his country's soil, And this may well excuse his personal presence, Which yet he oft hath longed to set by yours: That he might imitate the Majesty, Which so long peace hath practised, and made full, In your admired appearance; to illustrate And rectify his habit in rude war. And his will to be here, must needs be great, Since heaven hath throned so true a royalty here, That he thinks no king absolutely crowned, Whose temples have not stood beneath this sky, And whose height is not hardened with these stars, Whose influences for this altitude, distilled, and wrought in with this temperate air, And this division of the Element Have with your reign, brought: forth more worthy spirits, For counsel, valour, height of wit, and art, Than any other region of the earth: Or were brought forth to all your ancestors, And as a cunning Orator, reserves His fairest similes, best-adorning figures, Chief matter, and most moving arguments For his conclusion; and doth then supply His ground-streams laid before, glides over them, Makes his full depth seen through; and so takes up, His audience in applauses past the clouds. So in your government, conclusive nature, (Willing to end her Excellence in earth When your foot shall be set upon the stars) Shows all her Sovereign Beauties, Ornaments, Virtues, and Raptures; overtakes her works In former Empires, makes them but your foils, Swells to her full Sea, and again doth drown The world, in admiration of your crown. He did her (at all parts) confessed right. She took it yet, but as a part of Courtship, And said, he was the subtle Orator, To whom he did too gloriously resemble, Nature in her, and in her government, He said, he was no Orator, but a Soldier, More than this air, in which you breathe hath made me, My studious love, of your rare government, And simple truth, which is most eloquent, Your Empire is so amply absolute, That even your Theatres show more comely rule, True noblesse, royalty, and happiness Then others' courts: you make all state before Utterly obsolete; all to come, twice sod. And therefore doth my royal Sovereign wish Your years may prove, as vital, as your virtues, That (standing on his Turrets this way turned, Ordering and fixing his affairs by yours) He may at last, on firm grounds, pass your Seas, And see that Maiden-sea of Majesty, In whose chaste arms, so many kingdoms lie. When came she to her touch of his ambition?
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In this sort. Your highnesse sweete speech hath no sharper end, Then he would wish his life; if he neglected, The least grace you haue nam'd; but to his wish, Much powre is wanting: the greene rootes of warre, Not yet so close cut vp, but he may dash Against their relickes to his vtter ruine, Without more neere eyes, fixt vpon his feete, Then those that looke out of his countries soyle, And this may well excuse his personall presence, Which yet he oft hath long'd to set by yours: That he might immitate the Maiestie, Which so long peace hath practisde, and made full, In your admir'd apparance; to illustrate And rectifie his habite in rude warre. And his will to be here, must needs be great, Since heauen hath thron'de so true a royaltie here, That he thinkes no king absolutely crownde, Whose temples haue not stood beneath this skie, And whose height is not hardned with these starres, Whose influences for this altitude, Distild, and wrought in with this temperate ayre, And this diuision of the Element Haue with your raigne, brought: forth more worthy spirits, For counsaile, valour, height of wit, and art, Then any other region of the earth: Or were brought forth to all your ancestors, And as a cunning Orator, reserues His fairest similies, best-adorning figures, Chiefe matter, and most mouing arguments For his conclusion; and doth then supply His ground-streames layd before, glides ouer them, Makes his full depth seene through; and so takes vp, His audience in Aplawses past the clowds. So in your gouernment, conclusiue nature, (Willing to end her Excellence in earth When your foote shall be set vpon the starres) Showes all her Soueraigne Beauties, Ornaments, Vertues, and Raptures; ouertakes her workes In former Empires, makes them but your foyles, Swels to her full Sea, and againe doth drowne The world, in admiration of your crowne. He did her (at all parts) confessed right. She tooke it yet, but as a part of Court-ship, And sayd, he was the subtle Orator, To whom he did too gloriously resemble, Nature in her, and in her gouernment, He said, he was no Orator, but a Souldier, More then this ayre, in which you breath hath made me, My studious loue, of your rare gouernment, And simple truth, which is most eloquent, Your Empire is so amply absolute, That euen your Theaters show more comely rule, True noblesse, royaltie, and happinesse Then others courts: you make all state before Vtterly obsolete; all to come, twice sod. And therefore doth my royall Soueraigne wish Your yeares may proue, as vitall, as your virtues, That (standing on his Turrets this way turn'd, Ordring and fixing his affaires by yours) He may at last, on firme grounds, passe your Seas, And see that Maiden-sea of Maiestie, In whose chaste armes, so many kingdomes lye. When came she to her touch of his ambition?