Chapman, George · published 1613 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Whitefriars T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil typicality 0.84 · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
Well, sir; all Is in the issue well: and (worthiest Friend) Here's from your friend the Guise; here from the Countess, Your Brother's Mistress, the contents whereof I know, and must prepare you now to please Th'unrested spirit of your slaughtered brother, If it be true, as you imagined once, His apparition showed it; the complot Is now laid sure betwixt us; therefore haste Both to your great friend (who hath some use weighty For your repair to him) and to the Countess, Whose satisfaction is no less important. I see all, and will haste as it importeth. And good friend, since I must delay a little My wished attendance on my noblest Mistress, Excuse me to her, with return of this, And endless protestation of my service; And now become as glad a messenger, As you were late a woeful. Happy change, I ever will salute thee with my service Yet more news Brother; the late jesting Monsieur Makes now your Brother's dying prophesy equal At all parts, being dead as he presaged. Heaven shield the Guise from seconding that truth, With what he likewise prophesied on him. It hath enough, 'twas graced with truth in one, Toth' other falsehood and confusion. Lead toth' Court sir. You I'll lead no more, It was to ominous and foul before. UP from the Chaos of eternal night, (To which the whole digestion of the world Is now returning) once more I ascend, And bide the cold damp of this piercing air. To urge the justice, whose almighty word Measures the bloody acts of impious men, With equal penance, who in th'act itself Includes th'infliction, which like chained shot Batter together still; though (as the thunder Seems, by men's duller hearing than their sight, To break a great time after lightning forth, Yet both at one time tear the labouring cloud,) So men think penance of their ills is slow, Though th'ill and penance still together go. Reform ye ignorant men, your manless lives Whose laws ye think are nothing but your lusts; When leaving but for supposition's sake, The body of felicity (Religion) Set in the midst of Christendom, and her head Cleft to her bosom; one half one way swaying Another th'other: all the Christian world And all her laws, whose observation, Stands upon faith, above the power of reason: Leaving (I say) all these, this might suffice, To fray ye from your vicious swinge in ill, And set you more on fire to do more good: That since the world (as which of you denies) Stands by proportion, all may thence conclude, That all the joints and nerves sustaining nature, As well may break, and yet the world abide, As any one good unrewarded die, Or any one ill scape his penalty. Thus (friend) thou seest how all good men would thrive, Did not the good thou prompt'st me with prevent, The jealous ill pursuing them in others. But now thy dangers are dispatched, note mine: Hast thou not heard of that admired voice, That at the Barricadoes spoke to me, (No person seen) Let's lead (my Lord) to Rheims?
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Well, sir; all Is in the issue vvell: and (vvorthiest Friend) Here's from your friend the Guise; here from the Countesse, Your Brothers Mistresse, the contents vvhereof I know, and must prepare you now to please Th'vnrested spirit of your slaughtered brother, If it be true, as you imagin'd once, His apparition show'd it▪ the complot Is now laid sure betwixt vs; therefore haste Both to your great friend (vvho hath some vse vvaightie For your repaire to him) and to the Countesse, Whose satisfaction is no lesse important. I see all, and vvill haste as it importeth. And good friend, since I must delay a little My wisht attendance on my noblest Mistresse, Excuse me to her, with returne of this, And endlesse protestation of my seruice; And now become as glad a messenger, As you vvere late a vvofull. Happy change, I uer vvill salute thee with my seruice Yet more newes Brother; the late iesting Monsieur Makes now your Brothers dying prophesie equall At all parts, being dead as he presag'd. Heauen shield the Guise from seconding that truth, With what he likewise prophesied on him. It hath enough, twas grac'd with truth in one, To'th other falshood and confusion. Leade to'th Court sir. You Ile leade no more, It was to ominous and foule before. VP from the Chaos of eternall night, (To vvhich the whole digestion of the world Is now returning) once more I ascend, And bide the cold dampe of this piercing ayre. To vrge the iustice, whose almightie word Measures the bloudy acts of impious men, With equall pennance, who in th'act it selfe Includes th'infliction, which like chained shot Batter together still; though (as the thunder Seemes, by mens duller hearing then their sight, To breake a great time after lightning forth, Yet both at one time teare the labouring cloud,) So men thinke pennance of their ils is slow, Though th'ill and pennance still together goe. Reforme yee ignorant men, your manlesse liues Whose lawes yee thinke are nothing but your lusts▪ When leauing but for supposition sake, The body of felicitie (Religion) Set in the midst of Christendome, and her head Cleft to her bosome; one halfe one vvay swaying Another th'other: all the Christian world And all her lawes, vvhose obseruation, Stands vpon faith, aboue the power of reason: Leauing (I say) all these, this might suffice, To fray yee from your vicious swindge in ill, And set you more on fire to doe more good: That since the vvorld (as vvhich of you denies) Stands by proportion, all may thece conclude, That all the ioynts and nerues sustaining nature, As well may breake, and yet the vvorld abide, As any one good vnrewarded die, Or any one ill scape his penaltie. Thus (friend) thou seest how all good men would thriue, Did not the good thou prompt'st me with preuent, The iealous ill pursuing them in others. But now thy dangers are dispatct, note mine: Hast thou not heard of that admired voyce, That at the Barricadoes spake to mee, (No person seene) Let's leade (my Lord) to Reimes?