Chapman, George · published 1613 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Whitefriars T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi typicality 0.80 · 543 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
Good sir, believe that no particular torture Can force me from my glad obedience To any thing the high and general cause, To match with his whole Fabric, hath ordained, And know ye all (though far from all your aims, Yet worth them all, and all men's endless studies) That in this one thing, all the discipline Of manners, and of manhood is contained; A man to join himself with th'universe, In his main sway, and make (in all things fit) One with that all, and go on, round as it; Not plucking from the whole his wretched part, And into straits, or into nought revert, Wishing the complete Universe might be Subject to such a rag of it as he: But to consider great necessity All things as well refract, as voluntary Reduceth to the prime celestial cause, Which he that yields to with a man's applause, And cheek, by cheek, goes; crossing it, no breath, But like God's Image, follows to the death, That man is truly wise, and every thing, (Each cause, and every part distinguishing) In Nature, with enough Art understands, And that full glory merits at all hands, That doth the whole world at all parts adorn, And appertains to one celestial borne. So foul a scandal never man sustained, Which caused byth' King, is rude and tyrannous: Give me a place, and my Lieutenant make The filler of it. I should never look For better of him; never trust a man, For any justice, that is rapt with pleasure: To order arms well, that makes smocks his ensigns, And his whole Governments sails: you heard of late, He had the four and twenty ways of Venery Done all before him. 'twas abhorred and beastly. 'tis more than natures mighty hand can do To make one human and a Lecher too. Look how a Wolf doth like a Dog appear, So, like a friend is an Adulterer, Voluptuaries, and these belly-gods; No more true men are, then so many Toads. A good man happy, is a common good; Vile men advanced live of the common blood. Give and then take like children. Bounties are As soon repented as they happen rare. What should Kings do, and men of eminent places; But as they gather, sow gifts to the graces, And where they have given, rather give again, (Being given for virtue) then like Babes and fools, Take and repent Gifts; why are wealth and power? Power and wealth move to tyranny, not bounty; The Merchant for his wealth is swollen in mind, When yet the chief Lord of it is the Wind. That may so chance to our State-Merchants too: Something performed, that hath not far to go. That's the main point, my Lord; insist on that. But doth this fire rage further? hath it taken The tender tinder of my wife's sere blood? Is she so passionate? So wild, so mad, She cannot live, and this unwreaked sustain. The woes are bloody that in women reign. The Sicil gulf keeps fear in less degree; There is no Tiger, not more tame than she. There is no looking home then? Home? Medea With all her herbs, charms, thunders, lightning, Made not her presence, and black haunts more dreadful.
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Good sir, beleeue that no perticular torture Can force me from my glad obedience To any thing the high and generall cause, To match with his whole Fabricke, hath ordainde, And know yee all (though farre from all your aymes, Yet worth them all, and all mens endlesse studies) That in this one thing, all the discipline Of manners, and of manhood is contain'd; A man to ioyne himselfe with th'Vniuerse, In his maine sway, and make (in all things fit) One with that all, and goe on, round as it; Not plucking from the whole his wretched part, And into straies, or into nought reuert, Wishing the compleate Vniuerse might be Subiect to such a ragge of it as hee: But to consider great necessitie All things as well refract, as voluntarie Reduceth to the prime celestiall cause, Which he that yeelds to with a mans applause, And cheeke, by cheeke, goes; crossing it, no breath, But like Gods Image, followes to the death, That man is truely wise, and euery thing, (Each cause, and euery part distinguishing) In Nature, with enough Art vnderstands, And that full glory merits at all hands, That doth the whole world at all parts adorne, And appetaines to one celestiall borne. So foule a scandall neuer man sustain'd, Which caus'd by'th King, is rude and tyrannous: Giu me a place, and my Lieutenant make The filler of it. I should neuer looke For better of him; neuer trust a man, For any Iustice, that is rapt with pleasure: To order armes well, that makes smockes his ensignes, And his whole Gouernments sayles: you heard of late, Hee had the foure and twenty wayes of Venerie Done all before him. Twas abhorr'd and beastly. Tis more then natures mightie hand can do To make one humane and a Letcher too. Looke how a Wolfe doth like a Dogge appeare, So, like a friend is an Adulterer, Voluptuaries, and these belly-gods; No more true men are, then so many Toads. A good man happy, is a common good; Vile men aduanc'd liue of the common bloud. Giue and then take like children. Bounties are As soone repented as they happen rare. What should Kings doe, and men of eminent places; But as they gather, sow gifts to the graces, And where they haue giuen, rather giue againe, (Being giuen for vertue) then like Babes and fooles, Take and repent Gifts; why are wealth and power? Power and wealth moue to tyranny, not bountie; The Merchant for his wealth is swolne in minde, When yet the chiefe Lord of it is the Winde. That may so chance to our State-Merchants too: Something performed, that hath not farre to goe. That's the maine point, my Lord; insist on that. But doth this fire rage further? hath it taken The tender tynder of my wifes sere bloud? Is shee so passionate? So wilde, so mad, Shee cannot liue, and this vnwreakt sustaine. The woes are bloudy that in women raigne. The Sicile gulfe keepes feare in lesse degree; There is no Tyger, not more tame then shee. There is no looking home then? Home? Medea With all her hearbs, charmes, thunders, lightning, Made not her presence, and blacke hants more dreadfull.