Chapman, George · published 1613 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Whitefriars unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 478 words
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As how sir? Be a true glass to me, in which I may Behold what thoughts the many headed-beast, And thou thyself breathes out concerning me, My ends, and new upstarted state in Brabant, For which I now am bound, my higher aims, Imagined here in France: speak man, and let Thy words be borne as naked as thy thoughts: O were brave Bussy living! Living my Lord? 'tis true, thou art his brother, but durst thou Have braved the Guise: maugre his presence, courted His wedded Lady; emptied even the dregs Of his worst thoughts of me, even to my teeth; Discerned not me his rising sovereign From any common groom: but let me hear My grossest faults, as gross-ful as they were. Durst thou do this? I cannot tell: A man Does never know the goodness of his stomach Till he sees meat before him. Were I dared, Perhaps as he was, I durst do like him. Dare then to pour out here thy freest soul, Of what I am. 'tis stale, he told you it. He only jested, spoke of spleen and envy; Thy soul more learned, is more ingenuous, Searching, judicial; let me then from thee Hear what I am. What but the sole support, And most expectant hope of all our France, The toward victor of the whole low Countries? Tush, thou wilt sing Encomions of my praise, Is this like D'Ambois? I must vex the Guise, Or never look to hear free truth; tell me, For Bussy lives not: he durst anger me, Yet for my love, would not have feared to anger The King himself. Thou understandest me, dost not? I shall my Lord, with study. Dost understand thyself? I pray thee tell me, Dost never search thy thoughts, what my design Might be to entertain thee and thy brother? What turn I meant to serve with you? even what you please to think. But what thinkst thou? Had I no end in't think'st? I think you had When I took in such two as you two were, A ragged couple of decayed Commanders, When a French-crown would plentifully serve To buy you both to any thing i'th' earth. So it would you: Nay bought you both outright, You and your Trunks: I fear me, I offend thee. No not a jot. The most renowned Soldier Epaminondas (as good Authors say) Had no more suits than backs, but you two shared But one suit twixt you both, when both your studies Were not what meat to dine with; if your Partridge, Your Snipe, your Woodcock, Lark, or your red Hearing, But where to beg it, whether at my house, Or at the Guises (for you know you were Ambitious beggars,) or at some Cooks-shop, T' eternize the cook's trust, and score it up. Dost not offend thee? No sir. Pray proceed.
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As how sir? Be a true glasse to mee, in which I may Behold what thoughts the many headed-beast, And thou thy selfe breathes out concerning me, My ends, and new vpstarted state in Brabant, For which I now am bound, my higher aymes, Imagin'd here in France: speake man, and let Thy words be borne as naked as thy thoughts: O were braue Bussy liuing! Liuing my Lord? Tis true, thou art his brother, but durst thou Haue brau'd the Guise: mauger his presence, courted His wedded Lady; emptied euen the dregs Of his worst thoughts of mee, euen to my teth; Discern'd not me his rising soueraigne From any common groome: but let me heare My grossest faults, as grosse-full as they were. Durst thou doe this? I cannot tell: A man Does neuer know the goodnesse of his stomacke Till hee sees meate before him. Were I dar'd, Perhaps as he was, I durst doe like him. Dare then to poure out here thy freest soule, Of what I am. Tis stale, he tolde you it. He onely iested, spake of splene and enuie; Thy soule more learn'd, is more ingenuous, Searching, iudiciall; let me then from thee Heare what I am. What but the sole support, And most expectant hope of all our France, The toward victor of the whole low Countryes? Tush, thou wilt sing Encomions of my praise, Is this like D'Ambois? I must vexe the Guise, Or neuer looke to heare free truth; tell me, For Bussy liues not: hee durst anger mee, Yet for my loue, would not haue fear'd to anger The King himselfe. Thou vnderstand'st me, dost not? I shall my Lord, with studie. Dost vnderstand thy selfe? I pray thee tell me, Dost neuer search thy thoughts, what my designe Might be to entertaine thee and thy brother? What turne I meant to serue with you? Euen what you please to thinke. But what thinkst thou? Had I no end in't think'st? I thinke you ha When I tooke in such two as you two were, A ragged couple of decaid Commanders, When a French-crowne would plentifully serue To buy you both to any thing i'th' earth. So it would you: Nay bought you both out-right, You and your Trunkes: I feare me, I offend thee. No not a iot. The most renowmed Souldier Epaminondas (as good Authors say) Had no more suites then backes, but you two shar'd But one suite twixt you both, when both your studies Were not what meate to dine with; if your Partridge, Your Sipe, your Wood-cocke, Larke, or your red Hering, But where to begge it, whether at my house, Or at the Guises (for you know you were Ambitious beggars,) or at some Cookes-shop, T' eternize the Cookes trust, and score it vp. Dost not offend thee? No sir. Pray proceede.