Chapman, George · published 1613 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Whitefriars unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 502 words
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(Knowing his daring spirit) of much danger: Charged in it to his person: though my conscience Dare swear him clear of any power to be Infected with the least dishonesty: Yet that sincerity, we Politicians Must say, grows out of envy, since it cannot Aspire to policy's greatness: and the more We work on all respects of kind, and virtue, The more our service to the King seems great, In sparing no good that seems bad to him: And the more bad, we make the most of good, The more our policy searcheth; and our service Is wondered at for wisdom and sincereness. 'tis easy to make good suspected still, Where good, and God, are made but cloaks for ill. See Monsieur taking now his leave for Brabant, The Guise, & his dear Minion, Clermont D'Ambois, Whispering together, not of state affairs I durst lay wagers, (though the Guise be now In chief heat of his faction) but of some thing, Savouring of that which all men else despise, How to be truly noble, truly wise. See how he hangs upon the ear of Guise, Like to his jewel. he's now whispering in Some doctrine of stability, and freedom, Contempt of outward greatness, and the guises That vulgar great ones make their pride and zeal, Being only servile trains, and sumptuous houses, High places, offices. Contempt of these Does he read to the Guise? 'tis passing needful, And he, I think, makes show t'affect his doctrine. Commends, admires it. And pursues another, 'tis fine hypocrisy, and cheap, and vulgar, Known for a covert practice, yet believed (By those abused souls, that they teach and govern) No more than Wives adulteries, by their Husbands, They bearing it with so unmoved aspects, Hot coming from it; as 'twere not all, Or made by custom nothing. This same D'Ambois Hath gotten such opinion of his virtues, (Holding all learning but an Art to live well,) And showing he hath learned it, in his life, Being thereby strong in his persuading others; That this ambitious Guise, embracing him, Is thought t'embrace his virtues. Yet in some His virtues are held false for th'other's vices: For 'tis more cunning held, and much more common, To suspect truth than falsehood: and of both, Truth still fares worse; as hardly being believed, As 'tis unusual, and rarely known. I'll part engendering virtue. Men affirm Though this same Clermont hath a D'Ambois spirit, And breathes his brother's valour; yet his temper Is so much passed his, that you cannot move him: I'll try that temper in him, Come, you two Devour each other with your virtues zeal, And leave for other friends, no fragment of ye: I wonder Guise, you will thus ravish him Out of my bosom, that first gave the life His manhood breathes, spirit, and means and luster. What do men think of me, I pray thee Clermont? Once give me leave (for trial of that love That from thy brother Bussy thou inheritest) T'unclasp thy bosom.
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(Knowing his daring spirit) of much danger: Charg'd in it to his person: though my conscience Dare sweare him cleare of any power to be Infected with the least dishonestie: Yet that sinceritie, wee Politicians Must say, growes out of enuie, since it cannot Aspire to policies greatnesse: and the more We worke on all respects of kinde, and vertue, The more our seruice to the King seemes great, In sparing no good that seemes bad to him: And the more bad, we make the most of good, The more our policie searcheth; and our seruice Is wonder'd at for wisedome and sincerenesse. Tis easie to make good suspected still, Where good, and God, are made but cloakes for ill. See Monsieur taking now his leaue for Brabant, The Guise, & his deare Minion, Clermont D'Ambois, Whispering together, not of state affaires I durst lay wagers, (though the Guise be now In chiefe heate of his faction) but of some thing, Sauouring of that which all men else despise, How to be truely noble, truely wise. See how hee hangs vpon the eare of Guise, Like to his Iewell. Hee's now whisp'ring in Some doctrine of stabilitie, and freedome, Contempt of outward greatnesse, and the guises That vulgar great ones make their pride and zeale, Being onely seruile traines, and sumptuous houses, High places, offices. Contempt of these Does he read to the Guise? Tis passing needfull, And hee, I thinke, makes show t'affect his doctrine. Commends, admires it. And pursues another, Tis fine hypocrisie, and cheape, and vulgar, Knowne for a couert practise, yet beleeu'd (By those abus'd soules, that they teach and gouerne) No more then Wiues adulteries, by their Husbands, They bearing it with so vnmou'd aspects, Hot comming from it; as twere not all, Or made by custome nothing. This same D'Ambois Hath gotten such opinion of his vertues, (Holding all learning but an Art to liue well,) And showing hee hath learn'd it, in his life, Being thereby strong in his perswading others; That this ambitious Guise, embracing him, Is thought t'mbrace his vertues. Yet in some His vertues are held false for th'others vices: For tis more cunning held, and much more common, To suspect truth then falshood: and of both, Truth still fares worse; as hardly being beleeu'd, As tis vnvsuall, and rarely knowne. Ile part engendring vertue. Men affirme Though this same Clermont hath a D'Ambois spirit, And breathes his brothers valour; yet his temper Is so much past his, that you cannot moue him: Ile try that temper in him, Come, you two Deuoure each other with your vertues zeale, And leaue for other friends, no fragment of yee: I wonder Guise, you will thus rauish him Out of my bosome, that first gaue the life His manhood breathes, spirit, and meanes and luster. What doe men thinke of me, I pray thee Clermont? Once giue me leaue (for tryall of that loue That from thy brother Bussy thou inherit'st) T'vnclaspe thy bosome.