The Tragedy of Charles Duke of Byron · chunk 8 of 37
Chapman, George · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions typicality 0.79 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Good fame is that a good Lady most likes I am sure; That's granted; Yet ever makes show she least of all seeks: for she likes it only for the virtue, which is not glorious. That holds well 'tis ever embraced and affected by her: for she must, persever in virtue or fame vanishes. Yet never is seen to please or come nigh her for fame is Invisible, Exceeding right. Most served in her night weeds: for Ladies that most wear their Nightweeds come left abroad, and they that come least abroad serve fame most; according to this; Non forma sed fama in publicum exire de bet. 'tis very substantial, Does her good in a corner: that is in her most retreat from the world, comforts her; but a poor man's thing: for every poor man may purchase it, yet doth richly adorn a Lady. That all must grant. Most cheap for it costs nothing, and most dear, for gold can not buy it; above all worldly pelf; for that's transitory, and fame eternal. It is hard to get in; that is hard to get: But comes out of itself; for when it is virtuously deserved with the most inward retreat from the world, it comes out in spite of it, & so Cupid your jewel is mine. It is: and be the virtue of it, yours. we'll now turn to our dance, and then attend, Your highness will, as touching our resort, If virtue may be entertained in Court, This show hath pleased me well, for that it figures. The reconcilement of my Queen and Mistress: Come Let us in and thank them and prepare, To entertain our trusty friend Byron. Dear friend, we must not be more true to kings, Than Kings are to their subjects, there are schools, Now broken ope in all parts of the world, First founded in ingenious Italy, Where some conclusions of estate are held, That for a day preserve a Prince, and ever, Destroy him after: from thence men are taught, To glide into degrees of height by craft, And then lock in themselves by villainy: But God, who knows kings are not made by art, But right of Nature, nor by treachery propped, But simple virtue, once let fall from heaven, A branch of that green tree, whose root is yet, Fast fixed above the stars: which sacred branch, we well may liken to that Laurel spray, That from the heavenly Eagles golden seres, Fell in the lap of great Augustus' wife: Which spray once set, grew up into a tree, Whereof were garlands made, and Emperors, Had their estates and foreheads crowned with them: And as the arms of that tree did decay, The race of great Augustus wore away, Nero being last of that imperial line, The tree and Emperor together died. Religion is a branch, first set and blessed By heavens high finger in the hearts of kings, Which whilom grew into a goodly tree, Bright Angels sat and sung upon the twigs,
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Good fame is that a good Lady most likes I am sure; Thats graunted; Yet euer makes showe she least of all seekes: for shee likes it onely for the vertue, which is not glorious. That holds well Tis euer embrac't and affected by her: for she must, perseuer in vertue or fame vanishes. Yet neuer is seene to please or come nye her for fame is Inuisible, Exceeding right. Most serued in her night weeds: for Ladies that most weare their Nightweeds come left abrode, and they that come least abrode serue fame most; according to this; Non forma sed fama in publicum exire de bet. Tis very substantiall, Does her good in a corner: that is in her most retreate from the world, comforts her; but a poore mans thing: for euery poore man may purchase it, yet doth richly adorne a Lady. That all must grant. Most cheape for it costs nothing, and most deare, for gould can not buy it; aboue all worldly pelffe; for thats transitory, and fame eternall. It is hard to get in; that is hard to get: But comes out of it selfe; for when it is vertuosely deserud with the most inward retreate from the world, it comes out in spight of it, & so Cupid your iewell is mine. It is: and be the vertue of it, yours. Wee'l now turne to our daunce, and then attend, Your heighnes will, as touching our resort, If vertue may be entertaind in Court, This show hath pleased me well, for that it figures. The reconcilement of my Queene and Mistris: Come Let vs in and thanke them and prepare, To entertaine our trusty friend Byron. Deare friend, we must not be more true to kings, Then Kings are to their subiects, there are schooles, Now broken ope in all parts of the world, First founded in ingenious Italy, Where some conclusions of estate are held, That for a day preserue a Prince, and euer, Destroy him after: from thence men are taught, To glyde into degrees of height by crafte, And then lock in them-selues by villanie: But God, who knowes kings are not made by art, But right of Nature, nor by trechery propt, But simple vertue, once let fall from heauen, A branch of that greene tree, whose root is yet▪ Fast fixt aboue the starrs: which sacred branch, Wee well may liken to that Lawrell spray, That from the heauenly Eagles golden seres, Fell in the lap of great Augustus wife: Which spray once set, grew vp into a tree, Whereof were Girlonds made, and Emperors, Had their estates and foreheads crownd with them: And as the armes of that tree did decay, The race of great Augustus wore away, Nero being last of that imperiall line, The tree and Emperor together died. Religion is a branch, first set and blest By heauens highe finger in the hearts of kings, Which whilelome grew into a goodly tree, Bright Angels sat and sung vpon the twigs,