Chapman, George · published 1613 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Whitefriars T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.74 · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Nor could you learn the person? By no means. 'twas but your fancy then a waking dream: For as in sleep, which binds both th' outward senses, And the sense common to; th'imagining power (Stirred up by forms hid in the memory's store, Or by the vapours of overflowing humours In bodies full and foul; and mixed with spirits,) feigneth many strange, miraculous images, In which act, it so painfully applies itself to those forms, that the common sense It actuates with his motion; and thereby Those fictions true seem, and have real act: So, in the strength of our conceits, awake, The cause alike, doth of like fictions make. Be what it will, 'twas a presage of something Weighty and secret, which th'advertisements I have received from all parts, both without, And in this Kingdom, as from Rome and Spain Soccaine and Savoy, gives me cause to think, All writing that our plots Catastrophe, For propagation of the Catholic cause, Will bloody prove, dissolving all our counsels? Retire then from them all. I must not do so. The archbishop of lions tells me plain I shall be said then to abandon France In so important an occasion: And that mine enemies (their profit making Of my faint absence) soon would let that fall, That all my pains did to this height exhale. Let all fall that would rise unlawfully: Make not your forward spirit in virtues right, A property for vice, by thrusting on Further than all your powers can fetch you off. It is enough, your will is infinite To all things virtuous and religious, Which within limits kept, may without danger, Let virtue some good from your Graces gather, Avarice of all is ever nothings father. Danger (the spur of all great minds) is ever The curb to your tame spirits; you respect not (With all your holiness of life and learning) More than the present, like illiterate vulgars, Your mind (you say) kept in your flesh's bounds, Shows that man's will must ruled be by his power: When (by true doctrine) you are taught to live Rather without the body, then within; And rather to your God still then yourself: To live to him, is to do all things fitting His Image, in which, like himself we live; To be his Image, is to do those things, That make us deathless, which by death is only; Doing those deeds that fit eternity, And those deeds are the perfecting that justice, That makes the world last, which proportion is Of punishment and wreak for every wrong, As well as for right a reward as strong: Away then, use the means thou hast to right The wrong I suffered. What corrupted Law Leaves unperformed in Kings, do thou supply, And be above them all in dignity. Why stand'st thou still thus, and appliest thine ears, And eyes to nothing? Saw you nothing here? Thou dreamest, awake now; what was here to see? My Brother's spirit, urging his revenge. Thy Brother's spirit! pray thee mock me not. No, by my love and service.
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Nor could you learne the person? By no meanes. Twas but your fancie then a waking dreame: For as in sleepe, which bindes both th' outward senses, And the sense common to; th'imagining power (Stird vp by formes hid in the memories store, Or by the vapours of o'er-flowing humours In bodies full and foule; and mixt vvith spirits,) Faines many strange, miraculous images, In which act, it so painfully applyes It selfe to those formes, that the common sense It actuates with his motion; and thereby Those fictions true seeme, and haue reall act: So, in the strength of our conceits, awake, The cause alike, doth of like fictions make. Be what it vvill, twas a presage of something Waightie and secret, vvhich th'aduertisements I haue receiu'd from all parts, both vvithout, And in this Kingdome, as from Rome and Spaine Soccaine and Sauoye, giues me cause to thinke, All vvriting that our plots Catastrophe, For propagation of the Catholique cause, Will bloudy proue, dissoluing all our counsailes▪ Retyre then from them all. I must not doe so. The Arch-Bishop of Lyons tels me plaine I shall be said then to abandon France In so important an occasion: And that mine enemies (their profit making Of my faint absence) soone would let that fall, That all my paines did to this height exhale. Let all fall that would rise vnlawfully: Make not your forward spirit in vertues right, A property for vice, by thrusting on Further then all your powers can fetch you off. It is enough, your will is infinite To all things vertuous and religious, Which within limits kept, may without danger, Let vertue some good from your Graces gather, Auarice of all is euer nothings father. Danger (the spurre of all great mindes) is euer The curbe to your tame spirits; you respect not (With all your holinesse of life and learning) More then the present, like illiterate vulgars, Your minde (you say) kept in your fleshes bounds, Showes that mans will must rul'd be by his power: When (by true doctrine) you are taught to liue Rather without the body, then within; And rather to your God still then your selfe: To liue to him, is to doe all things fitting His Image, in which, like himselfe we liue; To be his Image, is to doe those things, That make vs deathlesse, which by death is onely; Doing those deedes that fit eternitie, And those deedes are the perfecting that Iustice, That makes the world last, which proportion is Of punishment and wreake for euery wrong, As well as for right a reward as strong: Away then, vse the meanes thou hast to right The wrong I suffer'd. What corrupted Law Leaues vnperform'd in Kings, doe thou supply, And be aboue them all in dignitie. Why stand'st thou still thus, and applyest thine eares, And eyes to nothing? Saw you nothing here? Thou dream'st, awake now; what was here to see? My Brothers spirit, vrging his reuenge. Thy Brothers spirit! pray thee mocke me not. No, by my loue and seruice.