The Tragedy of Charles Duke of Byron · chunk 4 of 37
Chapman, George · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.78 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Betwixt ourselves we may give liberal vent To all our fiery and displeased impressions; Which nature could not entertain with life, Without some exhalation; A wronged thought Will break a rib of steel. My Princely friend, Enough of these eruptions; our grave Councillor Well knows that great affairs will not be forged But upon anvils that are lined with wool; We must ascend to our intentions top Like Clouds that be not seen till they be up? O, you do too much ravish; And my soul Offer to Music in your numerous breath; Sententious, and so high, it wakens death; It is for these parts, that the Spanish King Hath sworn to win them to his side At any price or peril; That great Savoy, Offers his princely daughter, and a dowry, Amounting to five hundred thousand crowns; With full transport of all the Sovereign rights Belonging to the State of Burgondie; Which marriage will be made, the only Cement T'effect and strengthen all our secret Treaties; Instruct me therefore, (my assured Prince) Now I am going to resolve the King Of his suspicions, how I shall behave me. Go my most trusted friend, with happy feet: Make me a sound man with him; Go to Court But with a little train; and be prepared To hear, at first, terms of contempt and choler, Which you may easily calm, and turn to grace. If you beseech his highness to believe That your whole drift and course for Italy, (Where he hath heard you were) was only made Out of your long-well-known devotion To our right holy Lady of Lorretto, As you have told some of your friends in Court: And that in passing Mylan and Thurin, They charged you to propound my marriage With the third daughter of the Duke of Savoy; Which you have done, and I rejected it, Resolved to build upon his royal care For my bestowing, which he lately vowed. O, you direct, as if the God of light Sat in each nook of you; and pointed out The path of Empire; Charming all the dangers On both sides armed, with his harmonious finger. Besides let me entreat you to dismiss, All that have made the voyage with your Lordship, But specially the Curate: And to lock Your papers in some place of doubtless safety; Or sacrifice them to the God of fire; Considering worthily that in your hands I put my fortunes, honour, and my life. Therein the bounty that your Grace hath shown me, I prize past life, and all things that are mine; And will undoubtedly preserve, and tender The merit of it, as my hope of heaven. I make no question; farewell worthy friend. Are these proofs of that purely catholic zeal That made him wish no other glorious title, Then to be called the scourge of Huguenots? No question sir he was of no religion; But (upon false grounds, by some Courtiers laid) Hath oft been heard to mock and jest at all. Are not his treasons heinous?
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Betwixt our selues we may giue liberall vent To all our fiery and displeas'd impressions; Which nature could not entertaine with life, Without some exhalation; A wrongd thought Will breake a rib of steele. My Princely friend, Enough of these eruptions; our graue Councellor Well knowes that great affaires will not be forg'd But vpon Anuills that are linde with wooll; We must ascend to our intentions toppe Like Clowdes that be not seene till they be vp? O, you do too much rauish; And my soule Offer to Musique in your numerous breath; Sententious, and so high, it wakens death; It is for these parts, that the Spanish King Hath sworne to winne them to his side At any price or perril; That great Sauoy, Offers his princely daughter, and a dowry, Amounting to fiue hundred thousand crownes; With full transport of all the Soueraigne rights Belonging to the State of Burgondie; Which marriage will be made, the onely Cyment T'effect and strengthen all our secret Treaties; Instruct me thererfore, (my assured Prince) Now I am going to resolue the King Of his suspitions, how I shall behaue me. Go my most trusted friend, with happy feete: Make me a sound man with him; Go to Court But with a little traine; and be prepar'd To heare, at first, tearmes of contempt and choller, Which you may easily calme, and turne to grace. If you beseech his highnesse to beleeue That your whole drift and course for Italy, (Where he hath heard you were) was onely made Out of your long-well-knowne deuotion To our right holy Lady of Lorretto, As you haue told some of your friends in Court: And that in passing Mylan and Thurin, They charg'd you to propound my marrriage With the third daughter of the Duke of Sauoy; Which you haue done, and I reiected it, Resolu'd to build vpon his royall care For my bestowing, which he lately vowd. O, you direct, as if the God of light Sat in each nooke of you; and pointed out The path of Empire; Charming all the dangers On both sides arm'd, with his harmoniouse finger. Besides let me intreat you to dismsse, All that haue made the voyage with your Lordship, But specially the Curate: And to locke Your papers in some place of doubtlesse safety; Or sacrifize them to the God of fire; Considering worthily that in your handes I put my fortunes, honour, and my life. Therein the bounty that your Grace hath showne me, I prize past life, and all thinges that are mine; And will vndoubtedly preserue, and tender The merit of it, as my hope of heauen. I make no question; farewell worthy friend. Are these proofes of that purely Chatholike zeale That made him wish no other glorious title, Then to be calld the scourge of Huguenots? No question sir he was of no religion; But (vpon false groundes, by some Courtiers laid) Hath oft bene heard to mocke and iest at all. Are not his treasons haynous?