Chapman, George · published 1613 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Whitefriars unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 509 words
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Our duties bind us, he is now but dead. we trust in it, and thank ye. Baligny, Go lodge their ambush, and thou God that art Fautor of Princes, thunder from the skies, Beneath his hill of pride this Giant Guise. I see you're Servant, sir, to my dear sister, The Lady of her loved Baligny. madam I am bound to her virtuous bounties, For that life which I offer in her virtuous service, To the revenge of her renowned brother. She writes to me as much, and much desires, That you may be the man, whose spirit she knows Will cut short off these long and dull delays, Hitherto to bribing the eternal justice: Which I believe, since her unmatched spirit Can judge of spirits, that have her sulphur in them; But I must tell you, that I make no doubt, Her living brother will revenge her dead, On whom the dead imposed the task, and he, I know, will come t'effect it instantly. They are but words in him; believe them not. See; this is the vault, where he must enter: Where now I think he is. God save you Lady. What Gentleman is this, with whom you trust The deadly weighty secret of this hour? One that yourself will say, I well may trust. Then come up madam. See here honoured Lady, A Countess that in loves mishap doth equal At all parts, your wronged self; and is the mistress Of your slain servants brother; in whose love For his late treacherous apprehension, She wept her fair eyes from her ivory brows, And would have wept her soul out, had not I Promised to bring her to this mortal quarry, That by her lost eyes for her servants love, She might conjure him from this stern attempt, In which, (by a most ominous dream she had) She knows his death fixed, and that never more Out of this place the Sun shall see him live. I am provided then to take his place, And undertaking on me. You sir, why? Since I am charged so by my mistress, His mournful sister. See her Letter sir. Good madam, I rue your fate, more than mine, And know not how to order these affairs, They stand on such occurrents. This indeed, I know to be your Lady mistress hand, And know beside, his brother will, and must Endure no hand in this revenge but his. Away, dispute no more; get up, and see, Clermont must author this just Tragedy. Who's that? The spirit of Bussy. O my servant! let us embrace. Forbear. The air, in which My figure's likeness is impressed, will blast, Let my revenge for all loves satisfy, In which (dame) fear not, Clermont shall not die: No word dispute more, up, and see th'event. Make the Guard sure Renel; and then the doors Command to make fast, when the Earl is in. The black soft-footed hour is now on wing, Which for my just wreak, Ghosts shall celebrate, With dances dire, and of infernal state.
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Our duties binde vs, hee is now but dead. Wee trust in it, and thanke ye. Baligny, Goe lodge their ambush, and thou God that art Fautor of Princes▪ thunder from the skies, Beneath his hill of pride this Gyant Guise. I see y'are Seruant, sir, to my deare sister, The Lady of her lou'd Baligny. Madame I am bound to her vertuous bounties, For that lie which I offer in her vertuous seruice, To the reuenge of her renowned brother. She writes to mee as much, and much desires, That you may be the man, whose spirit shee knowes Will cut short off these long and dull delayes, Hitherto to bribing the eternall Iustice: Which I beleeue, since her vnmatched spirit Can iudge of spirits, that haue her sulphure in them; But I must tell you, that I make no doubt, Her liuing brother will reuenge her dead, On whom the dead impos'd the taske▪ and hee, I know, will come t'effect it instantly. They are but words in him; beleeue them not. See; this is the vault, where he must enter: Where now I thinke hee is. God saue you Lady. What Gentleman is this, with whom you trust The deadly waightie secret of this houre? One that your selfe will say, I well may trust. Then come vp Madame. See here honour'd Lady, A Countesse that in loues mishap doth equall At all parts▪ your wrong'd selfe; and is the mistresse Of your slaine seruants brother; in whose loue For his late treachrous apprehension, She wept her faire eyes from her luory browes, And would haue wept her soule out, had not I Promist to bring her to this mortall quarrie, That by her lost eyes for her seruants loue, She might coniure him from this sterne attempt, In which, (by a most ominous dreame shee had) Shee knowes his death fixt, and that neuer more Out of this place the Sunne shall see him liue. I am prouided then to take his place, And vndertaking on me. You sir, why? Since I am charg'd so by my mistresse, His mournfull sister. See her Letter sir. Good Madame, I rue your fate, more then mine, And know not how to order these affaires, They stand on such occurrents. This indeede, I know to be your Lady mistresse hand, And know besides, his brother will, and must Indure no hand in this reuenge but his. Away, dispute no more; get vp, and see, Clermont must auchthor this iust Tragedie. Who's that? The spirit of Bussy. O my seruant! let vs embrace. Forbeare. The ayre, in which My figures liknesse is imprest, will blast, Let my reuenge for all loues satisfie, In vvhich (dame) feare not, Clermont shall not dye: No word dispute more, vp, and see th'euent. Make the Guard sure Renel; and then the doores Command to make fast, when the Earle is in. The blacke soft-footed houre is now on wing, Which for my iust wreake, Ghosts shall celebrate, With dances dire, and of infernall state.