The Tragedy of Charles Duke of Byron · chunk 22 of 37
Chapman, George · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea typicality 0.82 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Come will you go my Lord? this rage is vain; And so is all your grave authority; And that all France shall feel before I Die; Ye see all how they use good Catholics; Farewell for ever; so have I deserved An exhalation that would be a Star Fall when the Sun forsook it, in a sink. Shoes ever overthrow that are too large, And hugest canons, burst with overcharge. My Lord I have commandment from the King, To charge you go with me, and ask your sword; My sword, who fears it? it was ne'er the death Of any but wild Boars; I prithee take it; Hadst thou advertised this when last we met, I had been in my bed, and fast asleep Two hours ago; lead; I'll go where thou wilt: See how he bears his cross, with his small strength, On easier shoulders than the other Atlas. Strength to aspire, is still accompanied With weakness to endure; All popular gifts, Are colours, it will bear no vinegar; And rather to adverse affairs, betray; Thine arm against them; his State still his best That hath most inward worth; and that's best tried, That neither glories, nor is glorified. What shall we think (my Lords) of these new forces That (from the King of Spain) hath passed the Alps? For which (I think) his Lord Ambassador, Is come to Court, to get their pass for Flanders? I think (my Lord) they have no end for Flanders; Cont Maurice being already entered Brabant To pass to Flanders, to relieve Ostend, And th'archduke full prepared to hinder him; And sure it is that they must measure forces, Which (ere this new force could have passed the Alps) Of force must be encountered. 'tis unlikely, That their march hath so large an aim as Flanders; As these times sort, they may have shorter reaches; That would pierce further; I have been advertised, That Cont Fuentes (by whose means this army Was lately levied; And whose hand was strong, In thrusting on Byron's conspiracy) Hath caused these cunning forces to advance, With colour only to set down in Flanders; But hath intentional respect to favour And countenance his false Partisans in Bresse, And friends in Burgondie; to give them heart For the full taking of their hearts from me; Be as it will; we shall prevent their worst, And therefore call in Spain's Ambassador, What would the Lord Ambassador of Spain? First (in my masters name) I would beseech Your highness hearty thought; That his true hand, (Held in your vowed amities) hath not touched, At any least point in Byron's offence; Nor once had notice of a crime so foul; Whereof, since he doubts not, you stand resolved, He prays your Leagues continuance in this favour; That the army he hath raised to march for Flanders, May have safe passage by your frontier towns, And find the River free, that runs by Rhone.
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Come will you go my Lord? this rage is vaine; And so is all your graue authority; And that all France shall feele before I Die; Ye see all how they vse good Catholiques; Farewell for euer; so haue I desern'd An exhalation that would be a Starre Fall when the Sunne forsooke it, in a sincke. Shooes euer ouerthrow that are too large, And hugest canons, burst with ouercharge. My Lord I haue commandment from the King, To charge you go with me, and aske your sword; My sword, who feares it? it was n'ere the death Of any but wilde Bores; I prithee take it; Hadst thou aduertis'd this when last we met, I had bene in my bed, and fast asleepe Two houres a goe; lead; ile go where thou wilt: See how he beares his crosse, with his small strength, On easier shoulders then the other Atlas. Strength to aspire, is still accompanied With weakenes to indure; All popular gifts, Are coullors, it will beare no vineger; And rather to aduerse affaies, betray; Thine arme against them; his State still his best That hath most inward worth; and that's best tryed, That neither glories, nor is glorified. What shall we thinke (my Lords) of these new forces That (from the King of Spaine) hath past the Alps? For which (I thinke) his Lord Ambassador, Is come to Court, to get their passe for Flanders? I thinke (my Lord) they haue no end for Flanders; Cont Maurice being allready entred Brabant To passe to Flanders, to relieue Ostend, And th'Arch-duke full prepar'd to hinder him; And sure it is that they must measure forces, Which (ere this new force could haue past the Alps) Of force must be incountred. Tis vnlikely, That their march hath so large an ayme as Flanders; As these times sort, they may haue shorter reaches; That would pierce further; I haue bene aduertis'd, That Cont Fuentes (by whose meanes this army Was lately leuied; And whose hand was strong, In thrusting on Byrons conspiracie) Hath caus'd these cunning forces to aduance, With coullor onely to set downe in Flanders; But hath intentionall respect to fauor And countnance his false Partizans in Bresse, And friendes in Burgondie; to giue them hart For the full taking of their hearts from me; Be as it will; we shall preuent theyr worst, And therefore call in Spaines Ambassador, What would the Lord Ambassador of Spaine? First (in my maisters name) I would beseech Your highnes hearty thought; That his true hand, (Held in your vowd amities) hath not toucht, At any least point in Byrons offence; Nor once had notice of a cryme so foule; Whereof, since he doubts not, you stand resolu'd, He prayes your Leagues continuance in this fauor; That the army he hath rais'd to march for Flanders, May haue safe passage by your frontier townes, And finde the Riuer free, that runs by Rhosne.