Chapman, George · published 1613 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Whitefriars unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 507 words
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Pursue; enclose him; stand, or fall on him, And ye may take him. 'Sdeath, they make him guards. Stand Cowards, stand, strike, send your bullets at him. we came to entertain him sir, for honour. Did ye not say so? Slaves, he is a traitor; Command the horse troops to overrun the traitor. What spirit breathes thus, in this more than man, Turns flesh to air possessed, and in a storm, Tears men about the field like Autumn leaves? He turned wild lightning in the Lackeys hands, Who, though their sudden violent twitch unhorsed him, Yet when he bore himself, their saucy fingers Flew as too hot off, as he had been fire. The ambush then made in, through all whose force, He drove as if a fierce and fire given Canon Had spit his iron vomit out amongst them. The Battles then, in two halfmoons enclosed him, In which he showed, as if he were the light, And they but earth, who wondering what he was; Shrunk their steel horns, and gave him glorious pass, And as a great shot from a town besieged, At foes before it, flies forth black and roaring, But they too far, and that with weight oppressed, (As if disdaining earth) doth only grass, Strike earth, and up again into the air; Again sinks to it, and again doth rise, And keeps such strength that when it softliest moves, It piecemeal shivers any let it proves: So flew brave Clermont forth, till breath forsook him, Then fell to earth, and yet (sweet man) even than His spirits convulsions made him bound again, Past all their reaches; till all motion spent, His fixed eyes cast a blaze of such disdain, All stood and stared, and untouched let him lie, As something sacred fallen out of the sky. O now some rude hand hath laid hold on him! See, prisoner led, with his bands honoured more, Than all the freedom he enjoyed before. At length we have you sir. You have much joy too, I made you sport yet, but I pray you tell me, Are not you perjured? No: I swore for the King. Yet perjury I hope is perjury. But thus forswearing is not perjury; You are no Politician: not a fault, How foul soever, done for private ends, Is fault in us sworn to the public good: we never can be of the damned crew, we may impolitic ourselves (as 'twere) Into the kingdoms body politic, Whereof indeed we're members: you miss terms. The things are yet the same. 'tis nothing so: the property is altered: You're no Lawyer. Or say that oath and oath Are still the same in number, yet their species Differ extremely, as for flat example, When politic widows try men for their turn, Before they wed them, they are harlots then, But when they wed them, they are honest women: So, private men, when they forswear, betray, Are perjured treachers, but being public once, That is, sworn-married to the public good. Are married women public?
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Pursue; enclose him; stand, or fall on him, And yee may take him. Sdeath, they make him guards. Stand Cowards, stand, strike, send your bullets at him▪ Wee came to entertaine him sir, for honour. Did ye not say so? Slaues, hee is a traitor; Command the horse troopes to ouer-runne the traitor. What spirit breathes thus, in this more then man, Turnes flesh to ayre possest, and in a storme, Teares men about the field like Autumne leaues? He turnd wilde lightning in the Lackies hands, Who, though their sodaine violent twitch vnhorst him, Yet when he bore himselfe, their saucie fingers Flew as too hot off, as hee had beene fire. The ambush then made in, through all whose force, Hee draue as if a fierce and fire giuen Canon Had spit his iron vomit out amongst them. The Battailes then, in two halfe-moones enclos'd him, In which he shew'd, as if he were the light, And they but earth, who wondring what hee was; Shruncke their steele hornes, and gaue him glorious passe, And as a great shot from a towne besieg'd, At foes before it, flyes forth blacke and roring, But they too farre, and that with waight opprest, (As if disdaining earth) doth onely grasse, Strike earth, and vp againe into the ayre; Againe sinkes to it, and againe doth rise, And keepes such strength that when it softliest moues, It piece-meale shiuers any let it proues: So flew braue Clermont forth, till breath forsooke him, Then fell to earth, and yet (sweet man) euen then His spirits conuulsions made him bound againe, Past all their reaches; till all motion spent, His fixt eyes cast a blaze of such disdaine, All stood and star'd, and vntouch'd let him lie, As something sacred fallen out of the skie. O now some rude hand hath laid hold on him! See, prisoner led, with his bands honour'd more, Then all the freedome he enioy'd before. At length wee haue you sir. You haue much ioy too, I made you sport yet, but I pray you tell mee, Are not you periur'd? No: I swore for the King. Yet periurie I hope is periurie. But thus forswearing is not periurie; You are no Politician: not a fault, How foule soeuer, done for priuate ends, Is fault in vs sworne to the publike good: Wee neuer can be of the damned crew, Wee may impolitique our selues (as t'were) Into the Kingdomes body politique, Whereof indeede we'are members: you misse terme▪ The things are yet the same. Tis nothing so: the propertie is alter'd: Y'are no Lawyer. Or say that othe and othe Are still the same in number, yet their species Differ extreamely, as for flat example, When politique widowes trye men for their turne, Before they wed them, they are harlots then, But when they wed them, they are honest women▪ So, priuate men, when they forsweare, betray, Are periur'd treachers, but being publique once, That is, sworne-married to the publique good. Are married women publique?