The Conspiracy of Charles Duke of Byron · chunk 32 of 33
Chapman, George · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) history · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 498 words
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You take me still in flat misconstruction, and conceive not by me. Therein we are strong in our own purposes; for it were something scandalous for us to conceive by you. Though there might be question made of your fruitfulness, yet dry weather in harvest does no harm. They will talk him into Savoy; he begins to hunt down. As the King is, and hath been, a most admired, and the most unmatchable soldier, so hath he been, and is, a sole excellent, and unparalleled Courtier. Povure Amy Merciè. Your highness does the king but right sir. And heaven shall bless you for that justice, With plentiful store of want in ladies' affections. You are cruel, and will not vouchsafe me audience to any conclusion. Beseech your grace conclude, that we may present our curtsies to you, and give you the adieu. It is said, the king will bring an army into Savoy. Truly we are not of his counsel of war. Nay but vouchsafe me. Vouchsafe him, vouchsafe him, else there's no play in't. Well I vouchsafe your Grace. Let the king bring an army into Savoy, and I'll find him sport for forty years. Would I were sure of that, I should then have a long gay, and a merry. I think your Grace would play with his army at Balloon. My faith, and that's a martial recreation. It is next to impious courting. I am not he that can set my Squadrons overnight, by midnight leap my horse, curry seven miles, and by three, leap my mistress; return to mine army again, and direct as I were infatigable, I am no such tough soldier. Your disparity is believed sir. And 'tis a piece of virtue to tell true. God's me, the king, Well, I have said nothing that may offend. 'tis hoped so, If there be any mercy in laughter. I'll take my leave. After the tedious stay my love hath made, (Most worthy to command our earthly zeal) I come for pardon, and to take my leave; Affirming though I reap no other good, By this my voyage; but t' have seen a Prince Of greatness, in all grace so past report; I nothing should repent me, and to show, Some token of my gratitude, I have sent, Into your treasury, the greatest jewels, In all my Cabinet of Beatrice. And of my late-deceased wife, th'Infanta. Which are two Basigus, and their ewers of crystal, Never yet valued for their workmanship, Nor the exceeding riches of their matter And to your stable, (worthy duke of Byron, I have sent in two of my fairest horses. Sent me your horses? upon what desert? I entertain no presents, but for merits; Which I am far from at your highness hands; As being of all men to you the most stranger, There is as ample bounty in refusing; As in bestowing, and with this I quit you. Then have I lost nought but my poor good will,
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You take me still in flat miscnstruction, and conceiue not by me. Therein we are strong in our owne purposes; for it were something scandalous for vs to conceiue by you. Though there might be question made of your fruitfulnes, yet drie weather in haruet dooes no harme. They will talke him into Sauoy; he beginnes to hunt downe. As the King is, and hath beene, a most admired, and the most vnmatchable souldier, so hath he beene, and is, a sole excellent, and vnpralelld Courtier. Pouvre Amy Merciè. Your highnes does the king but right sir. And heauen shall blesse you for that iustice, With plentiful store of want in Ladies affections. You are cruell, and wil not vouchsafe me audience to any conclusion. Beseech your grace conclude, that we may present our curtsies to you, and giue you the adiew. It is saide, the king wil bring an army into Sauoy. Truely we are not of his counsaile of warre. Nay but vouchsafe me. Vouchsafe him▪ vouchsafe him, else there's no play in't. Well I vouchsafe your Grace. Let the king bring an army into Sauoy, and Ile finde him sport for fortie yeares. Would I were sure of that, I should then haue a long gae, and a merry. I thinke your Grace woulde play with his army at Balloone. My faith, and that's a martiall recreation. It is next to impious courting. I am not hee that can set my Squadrons ouer-night, by midnight leape my horse, curry seauen miles, and by three, leape my mistris; returne to mine armie againe, and direct as I were infatigable, I am no such tough souldier. Your disparitie is beleeu'd sir. And tis a peece of virtue to tell true. Gods me, the king, Well, I haue said nothing that may offend. Tis hop't so, If there be any mercie in laughter. Ile take my leaue. After the tedious stay my loue hath made, (Most worthy to command our earthly zeale) I come for pardon, and to take my leaue; Affirming though I reape no other good, By this my voiage; but t' haue seene a Prince Of greatnes, in all grace so past report; I nothing should repent me, and to shew, Some token of my gratitude, I haue sent, Into your treasury, the greatest Iewells, In all my Cabinet of Beatrice. And of my late-deceased wife, th'Infanta. Which are two Basigus, and their Ewrs of christall, Neuer yet vallewd for their workmanship, Nor the exceding riches of their matter And to your stable, (worthy duke of Byron, I haue sent in two of my fayrest horses. Sent me your horses? vpon what desert? I entertaine no presents, but for merits; Which I am farre from at you highnes hands; As being of all men to you the most stranger, There is as ample bounty in refusing; As in bestowing, and with this I quit you. Then haue I lost nought but my poore good will,