The Tragedy of Charles Duke of Byron · chunk 20 of 37
Chapman, George · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
It is resolved, A work shall now be done, Which, (while learned Atlas shall with stars be crowned, While th' Ocean walks in storms his wavy round, While Moons at full, repair their broken rings: While Lucifer foreshows Aurora's springs, And Arctos sticks above the Earth unmoved, Shall make my realm be blessed, and me beloved; Call in the count D' Awergne. A word my Lord. Will you become as wilful as your friend? And draw a mortal justice on your heads, That hangs so black and is so loath to strike? If you would utter what I know you know, Of his inhuman treason; on Strong Bar, Betwixt his will, and duty were dissolved. For then I know he would submit himself; Think you it not as strong a point of faith, To rectify your loyalties to me, As to be trusty in each others wrong? Trust that deceives ourselves in treachery, And Truth that truth conceals an open lie; My Lord if I could utter any thought, Instructed with disloyalty to you, And might light any safety to my friend; Though mine own heart came after it should out; I know you may, and that your faith's affected To one another, are so vain and false, That your own Strengths will ruin you: ye contend, To cast up rampires to you in the sea, And strive to stop the waves that run before you, All this my Lord to me is misery. It is; I'll make it plain enough. Believe me. Come my Lord Chancellor let us end our mate. You are undone my Lord; Is it possible? Play good my Lord: whom look you for? Your mind, Is not upon your Game, Play, pray you play, Enough, 'tis late, and time to leave our play, On all hands; all forbear the room, my Lord? Stay you with me; yet is your will resolved, To duty, and the main bond of your life? I swear (of all th' Intrusions I have made, Upon your own good, and continued fortunes) This is the last; inform me yet the truth, And here I vow to you, (by all my love; By all means shown you, even to this extreme, When all men else forsake you) you are safe. What passages have slipped twixt count Fuentes, You, and the Duke of Savoy? Good my Lord. This nail is driven already past the head, You much have overcharged, an honest man: And I beseech you yield my innocence justice, (But with my single valour) 'gainst them all, That thus have poisoned your opinion of me, And let me take my vengeance by my sword: For I protest, I never thought an Action, More than my tongue hath uttered. Would 'twere true. And that your thoughts and deeds, had fell no fouler. But you disdain submission, not remembering, That (in intentes urged for the common good) He that shall hold his peace being charged to speak: Doth all the peace and nerves of Empire break Which on your conscience lie, adieu, good night.
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It is resolud, A worke shall now be done, Which, (while learnd Atlas shall with starres be crownd, While th' Ocean walkes in stormes his wauy round, While Moones at full, repaire thei broken rings: While Lucifer fore-shewes Auroras springs, And Artos stickes aboue the Earth vnmou'd, Shall make my realme be blest, and me beloued; Call in the count D' Auuergne. A word my Lord. Will you become as wilfull as your friend? And draw a mortall iustice on your heads, That hangs so blacke and is so loth to strike? If you would vtter what I knowe you knowe, Of his inhumaine treason; on Stronge Barre, Betwixt his will, and duty were dissolud. For then I know he would submit himselfe; Thinke you it not as stronge a point of faith, To rectifie your loyalties to me, As to be trusty in ech others wrong? Trust that deceiues our selues in treachery, And Truth that truth conceales an open lie; My Lord if I could vtter any thought, Instructed with disloyalty to you, And might light any safty to my friend; Though mine owne heart came after it should out; I knowe you may, and that your faith's affected To one another, are so vaine and faulce, That your owne Strengths will ruine you: ye contend, To cast vp rampiers to you in the sea, And striue to stop the waues that runne before you, All this my Lord to me is misery. It is; Ile make it plaine enouge. Beleeue me. Come my Lord Chancellor let vs end our mate. You are vndone my Lord; Is it possible? Play good my Lord: whom looke you for? Your mind, Is not vpon your Game, Play, pray you play, Enough, tis late, and time to leaue our play, On all hands; all forbeare the roome, my Lord? Stay you with me; yet is your will resolued, To dewty, and the maine bond of your life? I sweare (of all th' Intrusions I haue made, Vpon your owne good, and continew'd fortunes) This is the last; informe me yet the truth, And here I vow to you, (by all my loue; By all meanes showne you, euen to this extreame, When all men else forsake you) you are safe. What passages haue slipt twixt count Fuentes, You, and the Duke of Sauoye? Good my Lord. This nayle is driuen already past the head, You much haue ouerchargd, an honest man: And I beseech you yeeld my Inocence iustice, (But with my single valure) gainst them all, That thus haue poisoned your opinion of me, And let me take my vengeance by my sword: For I protest, I neuer thought an Action, More then my tongue hath vtterd. Would twere true. And that your thoughts and deeds, had fell no fouler. But you disdaine submission, not remembring, That (in intentes vrdgd for the common good) He that shall hould his peace being chardgd to speake: Doth all the peace and nerues of Empire breake Which on your conscience lie, adieu, good night.