The Conspiracy of Charles Duke of Byron · chunk 33 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 · 574 words
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Well cousin, I with all thanks, welcome that; And the rich arguments with which you prove it, Wishing I could, to your wish welcome you; Draw, for your marquisate, the articles; Agreed on in our composition, And it is yours, but where you have purposed, (In your advices) my design for Milan, I will have no war with the king of Spain, Unless his hopes prove weary of our peace; And (Princely cousin) it is far from me, To think your wisdom, needful of my counsel, Yet love, oft-times must offer things unneedful; And therefore I would counsel you to hold All good terms, with his Majesty of Spain: If any troubles should be stirred betwixt you, I would not stir therein, but to appease them; I have too much care of my royal word, To break a Peace so just and consequent, Without force of precedent injury: Endless desires are worthless of just Princes, And only proper to the swinge of tyrants. At all parts spoke like the most christian king, I take my humblest leave, and pray your Highness, To hold me as your servant, and poor kinsman, Who wisheth no supremer happiness Than to be yours: To you (right worthy Princes) I wish for all your favours poured on me The love of all these Ladies mutually, And (so they please their Lords) that they may please Themselves by all means. And be you assured (Most lovely Princesses) as of your lives, You cannot be true women, if true wives. Is this he Espernon, that you would needs Persuade us courted so absurdly. This is even he sir, howsoever he hath studied his Parting Courtship. In what one point seemed he so ridiculous as you would present him? Behold me sir, I beseech you behold me, I appear to you as the great Duke of Savoy with these three Ladies. Well sir, we grant your resemblance. He stole a carriage sir, from Count d'Auuergne here. From me sir? Excuse me sir, from you I assure you: here sir, he lies at the Lady Antoniette, just thus, for the world, in the true posture of Count d'Auuergne. You're exceeding delightsome. Why is not that well it came in with the organ hose. Organ hose? a pox an't; let it pipe itself into contempt; he hath stolen it most feloniously, and it graces him like a disease. I think he stole it from D'Auvergne indeed. Well, would he had robbed him of all his other diseases, He were then the soundest lord in France. As I am sir, I shall stand all weathers with you. But sir, he has praised you above th'invention of Rhymers. Wherein? or how? He took upon him to describe your victories in war, and where he should have said, you were the most absolute soldier in Christendom, (no Ass could have missed it) he delivered you for as pretty a fellow of your hands, as any was in France. Marry God dild him. A pox on him. Well, (to be serious) you know him well To be a gallant Courtier: his great wit Can turn him into any form he lists, More fit to be avoided, then deluded. For my Lord Duke of Byron here, well knows, That it infecteth, where it doth affect: And where it seems to counsel, it conspires. With him go all our faults, and from us fly, (With all his counsel) all conspiracy.
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Well cosine, I with all thankes, welcome that; And the rich arguments with which you proue it, Wishing I could, to your wish welcome you; Draw, for your marquisate, the articles; Agreed on in our composition, And it is yours, but where you haue porpos'd, (In your aduices) my designe for Millane, I will haue no warre with the king of Spaine, Vnlesse his hopes proue weary of our peace; And (Princely cosine) it is farre from me, To thinke your wisedome, needeful of my counsaile, Yet loue, oft-times must offer things vnneedeful; And therefore I would counsaile you to hold All good termes, with his Maiestie of Spaine: If any troubles should be stirr'd betwixt you, I would not stirre therein, but to appease them; I haue too much care of my royal word, To breake a Peace so iust and consequent, Without force of precedent iniure: Endles desires are worthles of iust Princes, And onely proper to the swinge of tyrants. At al partes spoke like the most christian king, I take my humblest leaue, and pray your Highnes, To holde me a your seruant, and poore kinsman, Who wisheth no supreamer happines Than to be yours: To you (right worthy Princes) I wish for all your fauours powr'd on me The loue of al these Ladies mutually, And (so they please their Lordes) that they may please Themselues by all meanes. And be you assurde (Most louely Princesses) as of your liues, You cannot be true women, if true wiues. Is this he Espernon, that you would needes Perswade vs courted so absurdly. This is euen he sir, howsoeuer he hath studied his Parting Courtship. In what one point seemde hee so ridiculous as you would present him? Behold me sir, I beseech you behold me, I appeare to you as the great Duke of Sauoy with these three Ladies. Well sir, we graunt your resemblance. He stole a carriage sir, from Count d'Auuergne heere. From me sir? Excuse me sir, from you I assure you: heere sir, he lies at the Lady Antoniette, iust thus, for the worlde, in the true posture of Count d'Auuegne. Y'are exceeding delightsome. Why is not that welit came in with the organ hose. Organ hose? a pox ant; let it pipe it selfe into contempt; hee hath stolne it most felloniously, and it graces him like a disease. I thinke he stole it from D'Avuergne indeed. Well, would he had robd him of all his other diseases, He were then the soundest lord in France. As I am sir, I shall stand all wethers with you. But sir, he has praisd you aboue th'inuention of Rimers. Wherein? or how? He tooke vpon him to describe your victories in warre, and where hee should haue sayd, you were the most absolute souldier in Christendome, (no Asse could haue mist it) hee deliuerd you for as pretty a fellow of your hands, as any was in France. Marry God dild him. A pox on him. Well, (to be serious) you know him well To be a gallant Courtier: his great wit Can turne him into any forme he lists, More fit to be auoyded, then deluded. For my Lord Duke of Byron here, well knowes, That it infecteth, where it doth affect: And where it seemes to counsaile, it conspires. With him go all our faults, and from vs flie, (With all his counsaile) all conspiracie.