Chapman, George · published 1613 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Whitefriars T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi typicality 0.75 · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
No question, he's a true, learned, Gentleman. He is as true as Tides, or any Star Is in his motion: And for his rare learning, He is not (as all else are that seek knowledge) Of taste so much depraved, that they had rather Delight, and satisfy themselves to drink Of the stream troubled, wandering ne'er so far From the clear fount, then of the fount itself. In all; Rome's Brutus is revived in him, Whom he of industry doth imitate. Or rather, as great Troy's Euphorbus was After Pythagoras; so is Brutus, Clermont. And (were not Brutus a Conspirator) Conspirator, my Lord? Doth that impair him? Caesar began to tyrannize; and when virtue, Nor the religion of the Gods could serve To curb the insolence of his proud Laws, Brutus would be the God's just instrument. What said the Princess (sweet Antigone) In the grave Greek Tragedian, when the question Twixt her and Creon is, for laws of Kings? Which when he urges, she replies on him; Though his Laws were a king's, they were not Gods; Nor would she value Creon's written Laws With God's unwrit Edicts: since they last not This day and the next, but every day and ever; Where Kings Laws alter every day and hour, And in that change imply a bounded power. Well, let us leave these vain disputings what Is to be done, and fall to doing something. When are you for your Government in Cambray? When you command, my Lord. Nay, that's not fit. Continue your designments with the King, With all your service; only if I send Respect me as your friend, and love my Clermont. Your Highness knows my vows. ay, 'tis enough. Thus must we play on both sides, and thus hearten In any ill those men whose good we hate. king's may do what they list: and for Kings, Subjects, Either exempt from censure or exception: For, as no man's worth can be justly judged But when he shines in some authority; So no authority should suffer censure But by a man of more authority. Great vessels into less are emptied never, There's a redundance past their continent ever. These virtuosos are the poorest creatures; For look how Spinners weave out of themselves Webs, whose strange matter none before can see; So these, out of an unseen good in virtue, Make arguments of right, and comfort, in her, That clothe them like the poor web of a Spinner. Now, to my Challenge. What's the place, the weapon? Soft sir: let first your Challenge be received. He would not touch, nor see it. Possible! How did you then? Left it, in his despite. But when he saw me enter so expectless, To hear his base exclaims of murder, murder, Made methink Noblesse lost, in him quick buried.
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No question, hee's a true, learn'd, Gentleman. He is as true as Tides, or any Starre Is in his motion: And for his rare learning, Hee is not (as all else are that seeke knowledge) Of taste so much deprau'd, that they had rather Delight, and satisfie themselues to drinke Of the streame troubled, wandring ne'er so farre From the cleare fount, then of the fount it selfe. In all; Romes Brutus is reuiu'd in him, Whom hee of industry doth imitate. Or rather, as great Troys Euphorbus was After Pithagoras; so is Brutus, Clermont. And (were not Brutus a Conspirator) Conspirator, my Lord? Doth that empaire him? Caesar beganne to tyrannize; and when vertue, Nor the religion of the Gods could serue To curbe the insolence of his proud Lawes, Brutus would be the Gods iust instrument. What said the Princesse (sweet Antigone) In the graue Greeke Tragedian, when the question Twixt her and Creon is, for lawes of Kings? Which when he vrges, shee replies on him; Though his Lawes were a Kings, they were not Gods; Nor would shee value Creons written Lawes With Gods vnwrit Edicts: since they last not This day and the next, but euery day and euer; Where Kings Lawes alter euery day and houre, And in that change imply a bounded power. Well, let vs leaue these vaine disputings what Is to be done, and fall to doing something. When are you for your Gouernment in Cambray? When you command, my Lord. Nay, that's not fit. Continue your designements with the King, With all your seruice; onely if I send Respect me as your friend, and loue my Clermont. Your Highnesse knowes my vowes. I, tis enough. Thus must wee play on both sides, and thus harten In any ill those men whose good wee hate. Kings may doe what they list: and for Kings, Subiects, Eyther exempt from censure or exception: For, as no mans worth can be iustly iudg'd But when he shines in some authoritie; So no authoritie should suffer censure But by a man of more authoritie. Great vessels into lesse are emptied neuer, There's a redoundance past their continent euer. These virtuosi are the poorest creatures; For looke how Spinners weaue out of themselues Webs, whose strange matter none before can see; So these, out of an vnseene good in vertue, Make arguments of right, and comfort, in her, That clothe them like the poore web of a Spinner. Now, to my Challenge. What's the place, the weapon? Soft sir: let first your Challenge be receiued. Hee would not touch, nor see it. Possible! How did you then? Left it, in his despight. But when hee saw mee enter so expectlesse, To heare his base exclaimes of murther, murther, Made me thinke Noblesse lost, in him quicke buried.