The Tragedy of Charles Duke of Byron · chunk 23 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 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
My Lord my frontiers shall not be disarmed, Till, by arraignment of the Duke of Byron, My scruples are resolved; and I may know In what account to hold your masters faith, For his observance of the League betwixt us; You wish me to believe that he is clear From all the projects caused by Cont Fuentes, His special Agent; But where, deeds, pull down, Words, may repair, no faith; I scarce can think That his gold was so bounteously employed, Without his special counsel, and command: These faint proceedings in our Royal faiths, Make subjects prove so faithless: If because, We sit above the danger of the laws, We likewise lift our Arms above their justice; And that our heavenly Sovereign, bounds not us In those religious confines; out of which Our justice and our true laws are informed; In vain have we expectance that our subjects, Should not as well presume to offend their Earthly, As we our Heavenly Sovereign? And this breach Made in the Forts of all Society; Of all celestial, and human respects, Makes no strengths of our bounties, counsels arms, Hold out against their treasons; and the rapes Made of humanity, and religion, In all men's more than Pagan liberties, atheisms, and slaveries, will derive their springs From their base precedents, copied out of kings. But all this, shall not make me break the commerce, Authorised by our treaties; let your Army Take the directest pass, it shall go safe. So rest your highness ever; and assured That my true Sovereign, loathes all opposite thoughts. Are our dispatches made to all the kings, Princes, and Potentates, of Christendom? Ambassadors and Province governors, T'inform the truth of this conspiracy? They all are made my Lord, and some give out, That 'tis a blow given to religion, To weaken it, in ruining of him, That said, he never wished more glorious title, Then to be called the scourge of Huguenots. Others that are like favourers of the fault, Said 'tis a politic advise from England, To break the feared javelins, both together. Such shut their eyes to truth, we can but set His lights before them, and his trumpet sound Close to their ears; their partial wilfulness, In resting blind, and deaf, or in perverting, What their most certain senses apprehend, Shall nought discomfort our impartial justice. Nor clear the desperate fault that doth enforce it. The Peers of France (my Lord) refuse t'appear, At the arraignment of the Duke Byron. The Court may yet proceed; and so command it, 'Tis not their slackness to appear shall serve, To let my will t'appear in any fact. Wherein the boldest of them tempts my justice. I am resolved, and will no more endure, To have my subjects make what I command, The subject of their oppositions, Who evermore slack their allegiance, As kings forbear their penance; how sustain Your prisoners their strange durance?
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My Lord my frontiers shall not be disarm'd, Till, by araignment of the Duke of Byron, My scruples are resolu'd; and I may know In what account to hold your Maisters faith, For his obseruance of the League betwixt vs; You wish me to beleeue that he is cleare From all the proiects caus'd by Cont Fuentes, His speciall Agent; But where, deedes, pull downe, Words, may repaire, no faith; I scarce can thinke That his gold was so bounteously employd, Without his speciall counsaile, and command: These faint proceedings in our Royall faiths, Make subiects proue so faithlesse: If because, We sit aboue the danger of the lawes, We likewise lift our Armes aboue their iustice; And that our heauenly Soueraigne, bounds not vs In those religious confines; out of which Our iustice and our true lawes are inform'd; In vaine haue we expectance that our subiects, Should not as well presume to offend their Earthly, As we our Heauenly Soueraigne? And this breach Made in the Forts of all Society; Of all celestiall, and humane respects, Makes no strengths of our bounties, counsailes armes, Hold out against their treasons; and the rapes Made of humanitie, and religion, In all mens more then Pagan liberties, Atheismes, and slaeries, will deriue their springs From their base Presidents, copied out of kings. But all this, shall not make me breake the commerce, Authorisde by our treaties; let your Armie Take the directest passe, it shall goe safe. So rest your highnesse euer; and assurde That my true Soueraigne, lothes all opposite thoughts. Are our dispatches made to all the kings, Princes, and Potentates, of Christendome? Ambassadors and Prouince gouernors, T'enforme the truth of this conspiracie? They all are made my Lord, and some giue out, That 'tis a blow giuen to religion, To weaken it, in ruining of him, That said, he neuer wisht more glorious title, Then to be call'd the scourge of Hugenots. Others that are like fauourers of the fault, Said 'tis a politique aduise from England, To breake the feared Iauelins, both together▪ Such shut their eyes to truth, we can but set His lights before them, and his trumpet sound Close to their eares; their partiall wilfulnesse, In resting blinde, and deafe, or in peruerting, What ther most certaine sences apprehend, Shall naught discomfort our impartiall Iustice. Nor cleere the desperat fault that doth enforce it. The Peeres of France (my Lord) refuse t'appeare, At the arraignement of the Duke Byron. The Court may yet proceed; and so command it, 'Tis not their slacknesse to appeare shall serue, To let my will t'appeare in any fact. Wherein the bouldest of them tempts my iustice. I am resolu'd, and will no more endure, To haue my subiects make what I command, The subiect of their oppositions, Who euer-more slack their allegiance, As kings forbeare their pennance; how sustaine Your prisoners their strange durance?