Chapman, George · published 1613 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Whitefriars unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 499 words
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Yet now none are wise That think not heavens true foolish, weighed with that. Well thou most worthy to be greatest Guise, Make with thy greatness a new world arise. Such depressed Nobles (followers of his) As you, myself, my Lord will find a time When to revenge your wrongs. I make no doubt: In mean time, I could wish, the wrong were righted Of your slain Brother in law, brave Bussy D' Ambois. That one accident was made my charge. My Brother Bussy's Sister (now my wife) By no suit would consent to satisfy My love of her, with marriage, till I vowed, To use my utmost to revenge my Brother: But Clermont D' Ambois (Bussy's second Brother) Had (since) his apparition, and excitement, To suffer none but his hand in his wreak, Which he hath vowed, and so will needs acquit Me of my vow, made to my wife, his Sister, And undertake himself Bussy's revenge; Yet loathing any way to give it act, But in the noblest and most manly course. (If th'earl dares take it) he resolves to send A Challenge to him, and my selfe must beare i, To which delivery I can use no means; He is so barricadoed in his house, And armed with guard still. That means lay on me, Which I can strangely make. My last lands sale, By his great suit, stands now on price with him, And he (as you know) passing covetous, (With that blind greediness that follows gain) Will cast no danger, where her sweet feet tread. Besides, you know, his Lady by his suit, (Wooing as freshly, as when first love shot His faultless arrows from her rosy eyes) Now lives with him again, and she, I know, Will join with all helps, in her friend's revenge. No doubt (my Lord) and therefore let me pray you To use all speed; for so on needle's points My wife's heart stands with haste of the revenge: Being (as you know) full of her brother's fire, That she imagines I neglect my vow; Keeps off her kind embraces, and still asks; When, when, will this revenge come? when performed Will this dull vow be? And I vow to Heaven So sternly, and so past her sex she urges My vows performance; that I almost fear To see her, when I have a while been absent, Not showing her before I speak, the blood She so much thirsts for, freckling hands and face, Get you the Challenge writ, and look from me, To hear your passage cleared no long time after. All restitution to your worthiest Lordship, Whose errand I must carry to the King, As having sworn my service in the search Of all such malcontents, and their designs, By seeming one affected with their faction, And discontented humours 'gainst the state: Nor doth my brother Clermont scape my counsel Given to the King, about his Guisean greatness, Which (as I spice it) hath possessed the King
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Yet now none are wise That thinke not heauens true foolish, weigh'd with that. Well thou most worthy to be greatest Guise, Make with thy greatnesse a new world arise. Such dprest Nobles (followers of his) As you, my selfe, my Lord will finde a time When to reuenge your wrongs. I make no doubt: In meane time, I could wish, the wrong were righted Of your slaine Brother in law, braue Bussy D' Ambois. That one accident was made my charge. My Brother Bussy's Sister (now my wife) By no suite would consent to satisfie My loue of her, with marriage, till I ow'd, To vse my vtmost to reuenge my Brother: But Clermont D' Ambois (Bussy's second Brother) Had (since) his apparition, and excitement, To suffer none but his hand in his wreake, Which hee hath vow'd, and so will needes acquite Me of my vow, made to my wife, his Sister, And vndertake himselfe Bussy's reuenge; Yet loathing any way to giue it act, But in the noblest and most manly course. (If th'Earle dares take it) he resolues to send A Challenge to him, and my selfe must beare i, To which deliuerie I can vse no meanes; He is so barricado'd in his house, And arm'd with guard still. That meanes lay on mee, Which I can strangely make. My last lands sale, By his great suite, stands now on price with him, And hee (as you know) passing couetous, (With that blinde greedinesse that followes gaine) Will cast no danger, where her sweet feete tread. Besides, you know, his Lady by his suite, (Wooing as freshly, as when first loue shot His faultlesse arrowes from her rosie eyes) Now liues with him againe, and shee, I know, Will ioyne with all helps, in her friends reuenge. No doubt (my Lord) and therefore let me pray you To vse all speede; for so on needels points My wifes heart stands with haste of the reuenge: Being (as you know) full of her brothers fire, That shee imagines I neglect my vow; Keepes off her kinde embraces, and still askes; When, when, will this reuenge come? when perform'd Will this dull vow be? And I vow to Heauen So sternely, and so past her sexe she vrges My vowes performance; that I almost feare To see her, when I haue a while beene absent, Not showing her before I speake, the bloud Se so much thirsts for, freckling hands and face, Get you the Challenge writ, and looke from me, To heare your passage clear'd no long time after. All restitution to your worthiest Lordship, Whose errand I must carrie to the King, As hauing sworne my seruice in the search Of all such Malecontents, and their designes, By seeming one affected with their faction, And discontented humours gainst the state: Nor doth my brother Clermont scape my counsaile Giuen to the King, about his Guisean greatnesse, Which (as I spice it) hath possest the King