The Conspiracy of Charles Duke of Byron · chunk 31 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 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
They suffer spleen, and are tumultuous; They can not equal differences without them; And this wind, that doth sing so in your ears, I know, is no disease bred in yourself; But whispered in by others; who in swelling Your veins with empty hope of much, yet able, To perform nothing; are like shallow streams, That make themselves so many heavens; to sight; Since you may see in them, the Moon, and Stars, The blue space of the air; as far from us, (To our weak senses) in those shallow streams As if they were as deep, as heaven is high; Yet with your middle finger only, sound them, And you shall pierce them to the very earth; And therefore leave them, and be true to me Or you'll be left by all; or be like one That in cold nights will needs have all the fire, And there is held by others, and embraced Only to burn him: your fire willbe inward, Which not another deluge can put out: O innocence the sacred amulet, 'gainst all the poisons of infirmity: Of all misfortune, injury, and death, That makes a man, in tune still in himself; Free from the hell to be his own accuser, Ever in quiet, endle, joy enjoying; No strife, nor no sedition in his powers: No motion in his will, against his reason, No thought 'gainst thought, Nor (as 'twere in the confines Of wishing, and repenting) doth possess Only a way ward, and tumultuous peace, But (all parts in him, friendly and secure, Fruitful of all best things in all worst Seasons) He can with every wish, be in their plenty, When, the infectious guilt of one foul crime, Destroys the free content of all our time. 'tis all acknowledged, and, (though all too late) Here the short madness of my anger ends: If ever I did good I locked it safe In you, th'impregnable defence of goodness: If ill, I press it with my penitent knees To that unsounded depth, whence nought returneth. 'tis music to mine ears: rise then for ever, Quit of what guilt soever, till this hour, And nothing touched in honour or in spirit, Rise without flattery, rise by absolute merit. Sir if it please you to be taught any Courtship take you to your stand: Savoy is at it with three Mistresses at once he loves each of them best, yet All differently. For the time he hath been here, he hath talked a Volume greater than the Turks Alcaron; stand up close; his lips go still Excuse me, excuse me; The King has ye all; True Sir, in honourable subjection. To the which we are bound by our loyalty. Nay your excuse, your excuse, intend me for affection? you are all bearers of his favours; and deny him not your opposition by night. You say rightly in that; for therein we oppose us to his command. In the which he never yet priest us. Such is the benediction of our peace.
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They suffer spleene, and are tumultuous; They can not equall differences without them; And this winde, that doth sing so in your eares, I know, is no disease bred in your selfe; But whisperd in by others; who in swelling Your vaines with emptie hope of much, yet able, To performe nothing; are like shallow streames, That make themselues so many heauens; to sight; Since you may see in them, the Moone, and Starres, The blew space of the ayre; as farre from vs, (To our weake sences) in those shallow streames As if they were as deepe, as heauen is high; Yet with your middle finger onely, sound them, And you shall pierce them to the very earth; And therefore leaue them, and be true to me Or yow'le be left by all; or be like one That in cold nights will needes haue all the fire, And there is held by others, and embrac't Onely to burne him: your fire wilbe inward, Which not another deluge can put out: O Inocence the sacred amulet, Gainst all the poisons of infirmitie: Of all misfortune, iniurie, and death, That makes a man, in tune still in himselfe; Free from the hell to be his owne accuser, Euer in quiet, endle, ioy enioying; No strife, nor no sedition i his powres: No motion in his will, against his reason, No thought gainst thought, Nor (as twere in the confines Of wishing, and repenting) doth possesse Onely a way ward, and tumultuose peace, But (all parts in him, friendly and secure, Fruitefull of all best thinges in all worst Seasons) He can with euery wish, be in their plenty, When, the infectious guilt of one foule crime, Destroyes the free content of all our time. Tis all acknowlegd, and, (though all to late) Heere the short madnesse of my anger ends: If euer I did good I lockt it safe In you, th'impregnable defence of goodnesse: If ill, I presse it with my penitent knees To that vnsounded depth, whence naught returneth. Tis musique to mine eares: rise then for euer, Quit of what guilt soeuer, till this houre, And nothing toucht in honnor or in spirit, Rise without flattery, rise by absolute merit. Sir if it please you to bee taught any Courthship take you to your stand: Sauoy is at it with three Mistresses at once he loues each of them best, yet All differently. For the time he hath beene here, he hath talkt a Volume greater then the Turkes Acaron; stand vp close; his lips go still Excuse me, excuse me; The King has ye all; True Sir, in honorable subiection. To the which we are bound by our loyallty. Nay your excuse, your excuse, intend me for affection? you are all bearers of his fauours; and deny him not your opposition by night. You say rightly in that; for therein we oppose vs to his command. In the which he neuer yet prest vs. Such is the beedictio of our eace.