Chapman, George · published 1613 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Whitefriars unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 496 words
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Who says that death is natural, when nature Is with the only thought of it, dismayed? I have had Lotteries set up for my death, And I have drawn beneath my trencher one, Knit in my handkerchief another lot, The word being; You're a dead man if you enter, And these words, this imperfect blood and flesh, Shrink at in spite of me; their solidest part Melting like snow within me, with cold fire: I hate myself, that seeking to rule Kings, I cannot curb my slave. Would any spirit Free, manly, Princely, wish to live to be Commanded by this mass of slavery, Since Reason, judgement, Resolution, And scorn of what we fear, will yield to fear? While this same sink of sensuality swells, Who would live sinking in it? and not spring Up to the Stars, and leave this carrion here, For Wolves, and Vultures, and for Dogs to tear? O Clermont D'Ambois, wert thou here to chide This softness from my flesh, far as my reason, Far as my resolution, not to stir One foot out of the way, for death and hell. Let my false man by falsehood perish here, There's no way else to set my true man clear. The King desires your Grace to come to Council. I come. It cannot be: he will not dare To touch me with a treachery so profane. Would Clermont now were here, to try how he Would lay about him, if this plot should be: Here would be tossing souls into the sky. whoever knew blood saved by treachery? Well, I must on, and will; what should I fear? Not against two, Alcides? against two And Hercules to friend, the Guise will go. Hold murderers. So then, this is confidence In greatness, not in goodness: where is the king? Let him appear to justify his deed. In spite of my betrayed wounds; ere my soul Take her flight through them, and my tongue hath strength To urge his tyranny. See sir, I am come To justify it before men, and God, Who knows with what wounds in my heart for woe Of your so wounded faith, I made these wounds, Forced to it by an insolence of force To stir a stone, nor is a rock opposed To all the billows of the churlish sea, More beat, and eaten with them, then was I With your ambitious mad Idolatry; And this blood I shed, is to save the blood Of many thousands. That's your white pretext, But you will find one drop of blood shed lawless, Will be the fountain to a purple sea: The present lust, and shift made for Kings lives Against the pure form, and just power of Law, Will thrive like shifters purchases; there hangs A black Star in the skies, to which the Sun Gives yet no light, will rain a poisoned shower Into your entrails, that will make you feel How little safety lies in treacherous steel.
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Who sayes that death is naturall, vvhen natur Is with the onely thought of it, dismaid? I haue had Lotteries set vp for my death, And I haue drawne beneath my trencher one, Knit in my hand-kerchiefe another lot, The word being; Y'are a dead man if you enter, And these words, this imperfect bloud and flesh, Shrincke at in spight of me; their solidst part Melting like snow within mee, with colde fire: I hate my selfe, that seeking to rule Kings, I cannot curbe my slaue. Would any spirit Fee, manly, Princely, wish to liue to be Commanded by this masse of slauerie, Since Reason, Iudgement, Resolution, And scorne of what we feare, will yeeld to feare? While this same sincke of sensualitie swels, Who would liue sinking in it? and not spring Vp to the Starres, and leaue this carrion here, For Wolfes, and Vultures, and for Dogges to teare? O Clermont D'Ambois, wert thou here to chide This softnesse from my flesh, farre as my reason, Farre as my resolution, not to stirre One foote out of the way, for death and hell. Let my alse man by falshood perish here, There's no way else to set my true man cleere. The King desires your Grace to come to Councill. I come. It cannot be: hee will not dare To touch me with a treacherie so prophane. Would Clermont now were here, to try how hee Would lay about him, if this plot should be: Here would be tossing soules into the skie. Who euer knew bloud sau'd by treacherie? Well, I must on, and will; what should I feare? Not against two, Alcides? against two And Hercules to friend, the Guise will goe. Holde murtherers. So then, this is confidence In greatnes, not in goodnes: wher is the king? Let him appeare to iustifie his deede. In spight of my betrai'd wounds; ere my soule Take her flight through them, and my tongue hath strength To vrge his tyrannie. See sir▪ I am come To iustifie it before men, and God, Who knowes with what wounds in my heart for woe Of your so wounded faith, I made these wounds, Forc't to it by an insolence of force To stirre a stone, nor is a rocke oppos'd To all the billowes of the churlish sea, More beate, and eaten with them, then was I With your ambitious mad Idolatrie; And this bloud I shed, is to saue the bloud Of many thousands. That's your white pretext, But you will finde one drop of bloud shed lawlesse, Will be the fountaine to a purple sea: The present lust, and shift made for Kings liues Against the pure forme, and iust power of Law, Will thriue like shifters purchases; there hangs A blacke Starre in the skies, to which the Sunne Giues yet no light, will raine a poyson'd shower Into your entrailes, that will make you feele How little safetie lies in treacherous steele.