The Tragedy of Charles Duke of Byron · chunk 17 of 37
Chapman, George · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
All these together are indeed oftentful, Which by another like, I can confirm: The matchless Earl of Essex who some make, (In their most sure divinings of my death) A parallel with me in life and fortune, Had one horse likewise that the very hour, He suffered death, (being well the night before) Died in his pasture. Noble happy beasts, That die, not having to their wills to live: They use no deprecations, nor complaints. Nor suit for mercy: amongst them the Lion, Serves not the Lion; nor the horse the horse, As man serves man: when men show most their spirits, In valour and their utmost dares to do; They are compared to Lions, Wolves, and Boars, But by conversion; None will say a Lion, Fights as he had the spirit of a man. Let me then in my danger now give cause, For all men to begin that Simile. For all my huge engagement, I provide me, This short sword only; which if I have time, To show my apprehendor, he shall use, Power of ten Lions if I get not lose. What shall we do with this unthankful man? Would he (of one thing) but reveal the truth, Which I have proof of, underneath his hand, He should not taste my justice. I would give, Two hundred thousand crowns, that he would yield, But such means for my pardon, as he should; I never loved man like him: would have trusted, My Son in his protection, and my Realm: He hath deserved my love with worthy service, Yet can he not deny, but I have thrice, Saved him from death: I drew him of the foe. At Fountain Francoise where he was engaged, So wounded and so much amazed with blows, That (as I played the soldier in his rescue,) I was enforced to play the Marshal, To order the retreat: because he said, He was not fit to do it nor to serve me, Your majesty hath used your utmost means, Both by your own persuasions, and his friends To bring him to submission, and confess (With some sign of repentance) his foul fault: Yet still he stands prefract and insolent. You have in love and care of his recovery Been half in labour to produce a course, And resolution, what were fit for him. And since so amply it concerns your crown, You must by law cut of, what by your grace, You cannot bring into the state of safety, Begin at th' end my Lord and execute, Like Alexander with Parmenio. Princes (you know) are Masters of their laws, And may resolve them to what forms they please, So all conclude in justice; in whose stroke, There is one sort of manage for the Great; Another for inferior: The great Mother, Of all productions (grave Necessity) Commands the variation: And the profit, So certainly foreseen, commends the example.
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All these together are indeed otentfull, Which by another like, I can confirme: The matchlesse Earle of Essex who some make, (In their most sure diuinings of my death) A parallel with me in life and fortune, Had one horse like-wise that the very howre, He sufferd death, (being well the night before) Died in his pasture. Noble happy beasts, That die, not hauing to their wills to liue: They vse no deprecations, nor complaints. Nor sute for mercy: amongst them the Lion, Serues not the Lion; nor the horse the horse, As man serues man: when men shew most their spirrits, In valure and their vtmost dares to do; They are compard to Lions, Woolues, and Bores, But by conuersion; None will say a Lyon, Fights as he had the Spirrit of a man. Let me then in my danger now giue cause, For all men to begin that Simile. For all my huge engagement, I prouide me, This short sword onely; which if I haue time, To show my apprehendor, he shall vse, Power of tenne Lions if I get not loose. What shall we doe with this vnthankefull man? Would he (of one thing) but reueale the truth, Which I haue proofe of, vnderneath his hand, He should not tast my Iustice. I would giue, Two hundred thousand crownes, that he would yeeld, But such meanes for my pardon, as he should; I neuer lou'd man like him: would haue trusted, My Sonne in his protection, and my Realme: He hath deseru'd my loue with worthy seruice, Yet can he not deny, but I haue thrice, Sau'd him from death: I drew him of the foe. At Fountaine Francoise where he was engag'd, So wounded and so much amazd with blowes, That (as I playd the souldier in his rescue,) I was enforc't to play the Marshall, To order the retreat: because he said, He was not fit to do it nor to serue me, Your maiesty hath vsd your vtmost meanes, Both by your owne perswasions, and his friends To bring him to submission, and confesse (With some signe of repentance) his foule fault: Yet still he stands prefract and insolent. You haue in loue and care of his recouery Beene halfe in labour to produce a course, And resolution, what were fit for him. And since so amply it concernes your crown, You must by law cut of, what by your grace, You cannot bring into the state of safety, Begin at th' end my Lord and execute, Like Alexander with Parmeni. Princes (you knowe) are Maisters of their lawes, And may resolue them to what forms they please, So all conclude in iustice; in whose stroke, There is one sort of manadge for the Great; Another for inferiour: The great Mother, Of all productions (graue Necessity) Commands the variation: And the profit, So certenly fore-seene, commends the example.