The Tragedy of Charles Duke of Byron · chunk 13 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 0.88 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Men never are satisfied with that they have; But as a man, matched with a lovely wife, When his most heavenly Theory of her beauties, Is dulled and quite exhausted with his practice: He brings her forth to feasts, where he alas, Falls to his viands with no thought like others, That think him blessed in her, and they (poor men) Court, and make faces, offer service, sweat, With their desires contention, break their brains For jests, and tales: sit mute, and lose their looks, (Far out of wit, and out of countenance) So all men else, do what they have transplant, And place their wealth in thirst of that they want. He will not come; I must both grieve and wonder, That all my care to win my subjects love And in one cup of friendship to comix, Our lives and fortunes: should leave out so many As give a man (contemptuous of my love, And of his own good, in the kingdoms Peace) Hope, in a continuance so ungrateful, To bear out his designs in spite of me; How should I better please all, than I do? When they supposed, I would have given some, Insolent garrisons; others Citadels, And to all sorts, increase of miseries; Province by Province, I did visit all Whom those injurious rumours had diswaide; And showed them how, I never sought to build, More forts for me, then were within their hearts; Nor use more stern constraints then their good wills, To succour the necessities of my crown, That I desired to ad to their contents By all occasions, rather than subtract; Nor wished I, that my treasury should flow, With gold that swum in, in my subjects tears; And than I found no man, that did not bless, My few years reign, and their triumphant peace, And do they now so soon, complain of ease? He will not come? O madness? he is come. The duke is come my Lord: Oh Sir, you're welcome, And fitly, to conduct me to my house; I must beseech your majesties excuse, That (jealous of mine honour) I have used, Some of mine own commandment in my stay, And came not with your highness soonest summons. The faithful servant right in holy writ; That said he would not come and yet he came: But come you hither; I must tell you now, Not the contempt you stood to in your stay, But the bad ground that bore up your contempt, Makes you arrive at no port, but repentance, Despair, and ruin; Be what port it will, At which your will, will make me be arrived, I am not come to justify myself, To ask you pardon nor accuse my friends, I you conceale my enemies you are one, And then my pardon shall be worth your asking, Or else your head be worth my cutting of.
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Men neuer are satisfi'd with that they haue; But as a man, matcht with a louely wife, When his most heauenly Theorye of her beauties, Is duld and quite exhausted with his practise: He bring her forth to feasts, where he ahlas, Falls to his viends with no thought like others, That hinke him blest in her, and they (poore men) Court, and make faces, offer seruice, sweate, With their desires contention, breake their braines For iests, and tales: sit mute, and loose their lookes, (Far out of wit, and out of countenance) So all men else, do what they haue transplant, And place their welth in thirst of that they want. He will not come; I must both grieue and wonder, That all my care to winne my subiects loue And in one cup of friendship to comix, Our liues and fortunes: should leaue out so many As giue a man (comtemptuous of my loue, And of his owne good, in the Kingdomes Peace) Hope, in a continuance so vngratefull, To beare out his designes in spight of me; How should I better please all, then I do? When they suppos'd, I would haue giuen some, Insolent garisons; others Citadells, And to all sorts, encrease of miseries; Prouince by Prouince, I did visit all Whom those iniurious rumors had diswaide; And shew'd them how, I neuer sought to build, More forts for me, then were within their hearts; Nor vse more sterne constraints then their good wills, To succor the necessities of my crowne, That I desird to ad to their contents By all occasions, rather then subtract; Nor wisht I, that my treasury should flow, With gold that swum in, in my subiects teares; And then I found no man, that did not blesse, My few yeares raigne, and their triumphant peace, And do they now so soone, complaine of ease? He will not come? O madnesse? he is come. The duke is come my Lord: Oh Sir, yare welcome, And fitly, to conduct me to my house; I must beseech your Maiesties excuse, That (Ielouse of mine honor) I haue vsd, Some of mine owne commandment in my stay, And came not with your heighnesse soonest summons. The faithfu'l seruant right in holy wri; That said he would not come and yet he came: But come you hether; I must tell you now, Not the contempt you stood to in your stay, But the bad ground that bore vp your contempt, Makes you arriue at no port, but repentance, Despayre, and ruine; Be what port it will, At which your will, will make me be ariued, I am not come to iustifie my selfe, To aske you pardon nor accuse my friends, I you conceale my enemies you are one, And then my pardon shall be worth your asking, Or else your head be worth my cutting of.