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 · 477 words
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THese Troops and companies come in with wings: So many men, so armed, so gallant Horse, I think no other Government in France So soon could bring together. With such men methinks a man might pass th'insulting Pillars Of Bacchus and Alcides. I much wonder Our Lord Lieutenant brought his brother down To feast and honour him, and yet now leaves him At such an instance. 'twas the king's Command: For whom he must leave Brother, Wife, friend, all things. The confines of his Government, whose view Is the pretext of his Command, hath need Of no such sudden expedition. we must not argue that. The king's Command Is need and right enough: and that he serves, (As all true Subjects should) without disputing. But knows not he of your Command to take His Brother Clermont? No: the Kings will is Expressly to conceal his apprehension From my Lord Governor. Observed ye not? Again peruse the Letters. Both you are Made my assistants, and have right and trust In all the weighty secrets like myself. 'tis strange a man that had, through his life past, So sure a foot in virtue and true knowledge, As Clermont D'Ambois, should be now found tripping, And taken up thus, so to make his fall More steep and headlong. It is virtues fortune, To keep her low, and in her proper place. Height hath no room for her: But as a man That hath a fruitful wife, and every year A child by her, hath every year a month, To breath himself: where he that gets no child Hath not a night's rest (if he will do well.) So, let one marry this same barren Virtue, She never lets him rest: where fruitful vice Spares her rich drudge, gives him in labour breath; Feeds him with bane, and makes him fat with death, I see that good lives never can secure Men from bad livers. Worst men will have best As ill as they, or heaven to hell they'll wrest. There was a merit for this, in the fault That Bussy made, for which he (doing penance) Proves that these foul adulterous guilts will run Through the whole blood, which not the clear can shun. I'll therefore take heed of the bastarding Whole innocent races; 'tis a fearful thing. And as I am true Bachelor, I swear, To touch no woman (to the coupling ends) Unless it be mine own wife or my friends. I may make bold with him. 'tis safe and common. The more your friend dares trust, the more deceive him. And as through dewy vapours the suns form Makes the gay Rainbow, girdle to a storm, So in hearts hollow, Friendship (even the Sun To all good growing in society) Makes his so glorious and divine name hold Colours for all the ill that can be told.
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THese Troopes and companies come in with wings: So many men, so arm'd, so gallant Horse, I thinke no other Gouernment in France So soone could bring together. With such men Me thinkes a man might passe th'insulting Pillars Of Bacchus and Alcides. I much wonder Our Lord Lieutenant brought his brother downe To feast and honour him, and yet now leaues him At such an instance. Twas the Kings Command: For whom he must leaue Brother, Wife, friend, all things. The confines of his Gouernment, whose view Is the pretext of his Command, hath neede Of no such sodaine expedition. Wee must not argue that. The Kings Command Is neede and right enough: and that he serues, (As all true Subiects should) without disputing. But knowes not hee of your Command to take His Brother Clermont? No: the Kings will is Expressely to conceale his apprehension From my Lord Gouernour. Obseru'd yee not? Againe peruse the Letters. Both you are Made my assistants, and haue right and trust In all the waightie secrets like my selfe. Tis strange a man that had, through his life past, So sure a foote in vertue and true knowledge, As Clermont D'Ambois, should be now found tripping, And taken vp thus, so to make his fall More steepe and head-long. It is Vertues fortune, To keepe her low, and in her proper place. Height hath no roome for her: But as a man That hath a fruitfull wife, and euery yeere A childe by her, hath euery yeere a month, To breathe himselfe: where hee that gets no childe Hath not a nights rest (if he will doe well.) So, let one marry this same barraine Vertue, She neuer lets him rest: where fruitfull vice Spares her rich drudge, giues him in labour breath; Feedes him with bane, and makes him fat with death, I see that good liues neuer can secure Men from bad liuers. Worst men will haue best As ill as they, or heauen to hell they'll wrest. There was a merit for this, in the fault That Bussy made, for which he (doing pennance) Proues that these foule adulterous guilts will runne Through the whole bloud, which not the cleare can shunne. Ile therefore take heede of the bastarding Whole innocent races; tis a fearefull thing. And as I am true Batcheler, I sweare, To touch no woman (to the coupling ends) Vnlesse it be mine owne wife or my friends. I may make bold with him. Tis safe and common. The more your friend dares trust, the more deceiue him. And as through dewie vapors the Sunnes forme Makes the gay Rainebow, girdle to a storme, So in hearts hollow, Friendship (euen the Sunne To all good growing in societie) Makes his so glorious and diuine name hold Collours for all the ill that can be told.