The Conspiracy of Charles Duke of Byron · chunk 30 of 33
Chapman, George · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) history · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Ha ha ha, O hold my Lord; for my sake, mighty spirit. Respect, Revenge, slaughter repay for laughter, What's' grave in Earth, what awful? what abhorred? If my rage be ridiculous? I will make it, The law and rule of all things serious. So long as such as he Are suffered, soothed and wrest all right, to safety So long is mischief gathering massacres, For their cursed kingdoms; which I will prevent, Laughter? I'll fright it from him, far as he, Hath cast irrevocable shame; which ever, Bring found is lost and lost returneth never; Should Kings cast of their bounties, with their dangers? He that can warm at fires, where virtue burns, Hunt pleasure through her torments; nothing feel, Of all his subjects suffer; but (long hid) In wants, and miseries, and having passed Through all the gravest shapes, of worth and honour, (For all Heroic fashions to be learned, By those hard lessons) show an antic vizard, Who would not wish him rather hewed to nothing, Then left so monstrous? slight my services? Drown the dead noises of my sword, in laughter? My blows, as but the passages of shadows, Over the highest and most barren hills, And use me, like, no man; but as he took me Into a desert, gashed with all my wounds, Sustained for him, and buried me in flies; Forth vengeance then, and open wounds in him Shall let in Spain, and Savoy. O my Lord, This is to large a licence given your fury; Give time to it, what reason, suddenly, Can not extend, respite doth oft supply. While respite, holds revenge, the wrong redoubles, And so the shame of sufferance, it torments me, To think what I endure, at his shrunk hands, That scorns the gift, of one poor for't to me: That have subdued for him; O injury, Forts, Cities, Countries, ay, and yet my fury. Byron? My Lord? the King calls, Turn I pray, How now? from whence flow these distracted faces? From what attempt return they? as disclaiming, Their late Heroic bearer? what, a pistol? Why, good my Lord, can mirth make you so wrathful? Mirth? 'twas mockery, a contempt; a scandal To my renown for ever: a repulse, As miserably cold, as Stygian water, That from sincere earth issues, and doth break The strongest vessels, not to be contained, But in the tough hoof of a patient Ass. My Lord, your judgement is not competent, In this dissension, I may say of you; As Fame says of the ancient Eleans, That, in th' olympian contentions, They ever were the justest Arbitrators, If none of them contended, nor were parties; Those that will moderate disputations well, Must not themselves affect the coronet; For as the air, contained within our ears: If it be not in quiet; nor refrains, Troubling our hearing, with offensive sounds; But our affected instrument of hearing, Replete with noise, and singings in itself, It faithfully receives no other voices; So, of all judgements, if within themselves
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Ha ha ha, O hold my Lord; for my sake, mighty Spirrit. Respect, Reuendge, slaughter repaie for laughter, Whats' graue in Earth, what awfull? what abhord▪ If my rage be ridiculouse? I will make it, The law and rule of all things serious. So long as such as he Are suffered, soothed and wrest all right, to safty So long is mischiefe gathering massacres, For their curst kingdomes; which I will preuent, Laughter? Ile fright it from him, farre as he, Hath cast irreuocable shame; which euer, Bring found is lost and lost returneth neuer; Should Kings cast of their bounties, with their dangers? He that can warme at fies, where vertue burnes, Hunt pleasure through her torments; nothing feele, Of all his subiects suffer; but (long hid) In wants, and miseries, and hauing past Through all the grauest shapes, of worth and honor, (For all Heroiqe fashions to be learned, By those hard lessons) shew an antique vizard, Who would not wish him rather hewd to nothing, Then left so monstrous? slight my seruices? Drowne the dead noises of my sword, in laughter? My blowes, as but the passages of shadowes, Ouer the highest and most barraine hills, And vse me, like, no man; but as he tooke me Into a desart, gasht with all my wounds, Sustaind for him, and buried me in flies; Forth vengeance then, and open wounds in him Shall let in Spaine, and Sauoy. O my Lord, This is to large a licence giuen your furie; Giue time to it, what reason, sodainely, Can not extend, respite doth oft supplie. While respite, holds reuenge, the wrong redoubles, And so the shame of sufferance, it torments me, To thinke what I endure, at his shrunke hands, That skornes the guift, of one pore fort to me: That haue subdu'd for him; O iniurie, Forts, Citties, Countries, I, and yet my furie. Byron? My Lord? the King calls, Turne I pray, How now? from whence flow these distracted faces? From what attempt returne they? as disclayming, Their late Heroique bearer? what, a pistall? Why, good my Lord, can mirth make you so wrathfull? Mirth? twas mockerie, a contempt; a scandall To my renowne for euer: a repulse, As miserably cold, as Stygian water, That from sincere earth issues, and doth breake The strongest vessells, not to be containde, But in the tough hoofe of a pacient Asse. My Lord, your iudgement is not competent, In this dissention, I may say of you; As Fame saies of the antient Eleas, That, in th' Olimpian contentions, They euer were the iustest Arbitrators, If none of them contended, nor were partie; Those that will moderate disputations well, Must not themselues affect the coronet; For as the ayre, containd within our eares: If it be not in quiet; nor refrains, Troubling our hearing, with offensiue sounds; But our affected instrument of hearing, Replat with noise, and singings in it selfe, It faithfully receiues no other voices; So, of all iudgements, if within themselues