The Tragedy of Charles Duke of Byron · chunk 1 of 37
Chapman, George · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea typicality 0.72 · 507 words
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BYron fallen in so traitorous a relapse, alleged for our ingratitude: what offices, Titles of honour, and what admiration, Could France afford him that it poured not on? When he was scarce arrived at forty years, He ran through all chief dignities of France. At fourteen years of age he was made Colonel To all the Swisses serving then in Flanders; Soon after he was marshal of the camp. And shortly after, marshal General: He was received high Admiral of France In that our Parliament we held at Tours; Marshal of France in that we held at Paris. And at the Siege of Amiens he acknowledged, None his Superior but ourself, the King; Though I had there, the Princes of the blood I made him my Lieutenant General, Declared him jointly the prime Peer of France, And raised his Barony into a Duchy, And yet (my Lord) all this could not allay The fatal thirst of his ambition. For some have heard him say he would not die, Till on the wings of valour he had reached One degree higher; and had seen his head, Set on the royal Quarter of a crown; Yea at so unbelieved a pitch he aimed, That he hath said his heart would still complain, Till he aspired the style of Sovereign, And from what ground my Lord rise all the levies Now made in Italy? from whence should spring The warlike humour of the Count Fuentes? The restless stirrings of the Duke of Savoy? The discontent the Spaniard entertained, With such a threatening fury, when he heard The prejudicial conditions, Proposed him, in the treaty held at Vervins? And many other beaveries, this way aiming, But from some hope of inward aid from hence? And that, all this directly aims at you, Your highness hath by one intelligence, Good cause to think; which is your late advice, That the Sea army, now prepared at Naples, Hath an intended Enterprise on Provence? Although the cunning Spaniard gives it out, That all is for Algier. I must believe, That without treason bred in our own breasts, Spain's, affairs are not in so good estate, To aim at any action against France: And if Byron should be their instrument, His altered disposition could not grow, So far wide in an instant; Nor resign, His valour to these lawless resolutions Upon the sudden; nor without some charms, Of foreign hopes and flatteries sung to him: But far it flies my thoughts, that such a spirit, So active, valiant, and vigilant; Can see itself transformed with such wild furies. And like a dream it shows to my conceits, That he who by himself hath won such honour: And he to whom his father left so much, He that still daily reaps so much from me, And knows he may increase it to more proof From me, than any other foreign King; Should quite against the stream of all religion, Honour, and reason, take a course so foul, And neither keep his Oath, nor save his Soul.
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BYron sallue in so tratrous a relaps, Aleadgd for our ingratitude: what offices, Titles of honor, and what admiration, Could France afford him that it pourd not on? When he was scarce arriu'd at forty yeares, He ranne through all chiefe dignities of France. At fourteene yeares of age he was made Colonell To all the Suisses seruing then in Flanders; Soone after he was marshall of the campe. And shortly after, marshall Generall: He was receiued high Admirall of France In that our Parlament we held at Tours; Marshall of France in that we held at Paris. And at the Siege of Amiens he acknowledgd, None his Superiour but our selfe, the King; Though I had there, the Princes of the blood I made him my Lieutennant Generall, Declard him Ioyntly the prime Peere of France, And raisd his Barony into a Duchy, And yet (my Lord) all this could not allay The fatall thrist of his ambition. For some haue heard him say he would not die, Till on the wings of valour he had reacht One degree heigher; and had seene his head▪ Set on the royall Quarter of a crowne; Yea at so vnbeleeu'd a pitch he aymd, That he hath said his heart would still complaine, Till he aspird the style of Soueraigne, And from what ground my Lord rise all the leuyes Now made in Italy? from whence should spring The warlike humor of the Count Fuentes? The restles stirrings of the Duke of Sauoye? The discontent the Spaniard entertaind, With such a threatning fury, when he heard The preiudiciall conditions, Propos'd him, in the treaty held at Veruins? And many other beaueries, this way ayming, But from some hope of inward ayd from hence? And that, all this derectly aymes at you, Your highnes hath by one intelligence, Good cause to thinke; which is your late aduice, That the Sea army, now prepard at Naples, Hath an intended Enterprise on Prouence? Although the cunning Spaniard giues it out, That all is for Algier. I must beleeue, That without treason bred in our owne brests, Spaines, affayres are not in so good estate, To ayme at any action against France: And if Byron should be their instrument, His altred disposition could not growe, So far wide in an instant; Nor resigne, His valure to these lawles resolutions Vpon the sodaine; nor without some charms, Of forreigne hopes and flatteries sung to him: But far it flyes my thoughts, that such a spirrit, So actiue, valiant, and vigilant; Can see it selfe transformed with such wild furies. And like a dreame it shewes to my conceipts, That he who by himselfe hath wonne such honor: And he to whome his father left so much, He that still dayly reapes so much from me, And knowes he may encrease it to more proofe From me, then any other forreigne King; Should quite against the streame of all religion, Honor, and reason, take a course so foule, And neither keepe his Oth, nor saue his Soule.