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Bussy d'Ambois a tragedie: as it hath been often presented at Paules.
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Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.
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to make them last and gard them When a disorder'd sparke that powder taking Blowes vp with sudden violence and horror Ships that kept emptie had sail'd long with terror Gui. He that obserues but like a worldly man That which doth oft succeede and by th' euents Values the worth of things will thinke it true That nature workes at randome iust with you But with as much decorum she may make A thing that from the feete vp to the throat Hath all the wondrous fabrike man should haue And leaue it headlesse for an absolute man As giue a whole man valour vertue learning Without an end more excellent than those On whom she no such worthie part bestowes Mons. Why you shall see it here here will be one Yoong learned valiant vertuous and full mand One on whom Nature spent so rich a hand That with an ominous eie she wept to see So much consum'd her vertuous treasurie Yet as the windes sing through a hollow tree And since it lets them passe through let it stand But a tree solid since it giues no way To their wilde rages they rend vp by th' roote So this full creature now shall reele and fall Before the franticke pufs of purblinde chance That pipes thorow emptie men and makes them dance Not so the Sea raues on the Lybian sandes Tumbling her billowes in each others necke Not so the surges of the euxine Sea Neere to the frostie Pole where free Bootes From those darke-deepe waues turns his radiant Teame Swell being enrag'd euen from their inmost drop As Fortune swings about the restlesse state Of vertue now throwne into all mens hate Intrat vmbra Comolet to the Countesse wrapt in a Canapie Reuiue those stupid thoughts and sit not thus Gathering the horrors of your seruants slaughter So vrg'd by your hand and so imminent Into an idle fancie but deuise How to preuent it watch when he shall rise And with a sudden outcrie of his murther Blow his retreat before he be engag'd Count O father haue my dumbe woes wak'd your death When will our humane griefes be at their height Man is a tree that hath no toppe in cares No roote in comforts all his power to liue Is giuen to no end but t' haue power to grieue Vmb. T is the iust curse of our abus'd creation Which wee must suffer heere and scape heereafter He hath the great mind that submits to all He sees ineuitable he the small That carps at earth and her foundation shaker And rather than himselfe will mend his maker D'Amb. at the gulfe Count Away my loue away thou wilt be murther'd Buss. Murther'd I know not what that Hebrew meanes That word had ne're beene nam'd had all beene D'Ambois Murther'd By heauen he is my murtherer That shewes me not a murtherer what such bugge Abhorreth not the very sleepe of D'Ambois Murther'd Who dares giue all the roome I see To D'Ambois reach or looke with any oddes His fight i th' face vpon whose hand sits death Whose sword hath wings and euerie feather pierceth Let in my politique visitants let them in Though entring like so many mouing armours Fate is more strong than arms and slie than treason And I at all parts buckl'd in my Fate Dare they not come Tam. They come 1. Come all at once Vmb. Backe coward murtherers backe Omn. Defend vs heauen Exeunt 1. Come ye not on Buss. No slaue nor goest thou off Stand you so firme Will it not enter heere You haue a face yet so in thy lifes flame I burne the first rites to my mistresse fame Vmb. Breath thee braue sonne against the other charge Buss. O is it true then that my sense first told mee Is my kinde father dead Tam. He is my loue T was the Earle my husband in his weede that brought thee Buss. That was a speeding sleight and well resembled Where is that angrie Earle my Lord Come forth And shew your owne face in your owne affaire Take not into your noble veines the blood Of these base villans nor the light reports Of blister'd tongues for cleere and weightie truth But me against the world in pure defence Of your rare Ladie to whose spotlesse name I stand heere as a bulwarke and proiect A life to her renowne that euer yet Hath beene vntainted euen in enuies eie And where it would protect a sanctuarie Braue Earle come forth and keepe your scandall in T is not our fault if you enforce the spot Nor the wreake yours if you performe it not Enter Mont with others Mont. Cowards a fiend or spirit beat ye off They are your owne faint spirits that haue forg'd The fearefull shadowes that your eies deluded The fiend was in you cast him out then thus Tam. Fauour my Lord my loue ô fauour him Buss. I will not touch him Take your life my Lord And be appeas'd O then the coward fates Haue maim'd themselues and euer lost their honour Vmb. What haue ye done slaues irreligious Lord Buss. Forbeare them father t is enough for me That Guise and Monsieur death and destinie Come behinde D'Ambois is my bodie then But penetrable flesh And must my minde Follow my blood Can my diuine part adde No aide to th' earthly in extremitie Then these diuines are but for forme not fact Man is of two sweet Courtly friends compact A mistresse and a seruant let my death Define life nothing but a Courtiers breath Nothing is made of nought of all things made Their abstract being a dreame but of a shade I le not complaine to earth yet but to heauen And like a man looke vpwards euen in death Proppe me true sword as thou hast euer done The equall thought I beare of life and death Shall make me faint on no side I am vp Heere like a Roman Statue I will stand Till death hath made me marble ô my fame Liue in despight of murther take thy wings And haste thee where the gray-eyd morne perfines Her Rosie chariot with Sabaean spices Flie where the euening from th' Iberean vales Takes on her swarthy shoulders Heccate Cround with a groue of oakes flie where men feele The burning axeltree and those that suffer Beneath the chariot of the Snowy Beare And tell them all that D'Ambois now is hasting To the eternall dwellers that a thunder Of all their sighes together for their frailties Beheld in me may quit my worthlesse fall With a fit volley for my funerall Vmb. Forgiue thy murtherers Buss. I forgiue them all And you my Lord their fautor for true signe Of which vnfain'd remission take my sword Take it and only giue it motion And it shall finde the way to victorie By his owne brightnesse and th' inherent valour My fight hath still'd into 't with charmes of spirit Bus. And let me pray you that my weighty bloud Laid in one skale of your impertiall splene May sway the forfeit of my worthy loue Waid in the other and be reconcilde With all forgiuenesse to your
Of that inscrutable darkenesse where are hid All deepest truths and secrets neuer seene All which I know and command Legions Of knowing spirits that can doe more than these Any of this my guard that circle mee In these blew fires and out of whose dim fumes Vast murmurs vse to breake and from their soundes Articulat voices can doe ten parts more Than open such sleight truths as you require Com. From the last nights black depth I cald vp one Of the inferior ablest ministers And he could not resolue mee send one then Out of thine owne command to fetch the paper That Monsieur hath to shew to Count Montsurry Beh. I will Cartophylax thou that properly Hast in thy power all papers so inscribde Glide through all barres to it and fetch that paper Car. I will a torch remoues Com. Till he returnes great prince of darknesse Tell me if Monsieur and the Count Montsurry Are yet encounterd Beh. Both them and the Guise Are now together Com. Shew vs all their persons And represent the place with all their actions Beh. The spirit will strait returne and then I le shew thee See he is come why broughtst thou not the paper Cart. He hath preuented me and got a spirit Rais'd by another great in our command To take the guard of it before I came Beh. This is your slacknesse not t' nuoke our powers When first your acts set foorth to their effects Yet shall you see it and themselues behold They come heere the Earle now holds the paper Ent. Mons. Gui. Mont. Bus. May we not heare them Mons. No be still and see Bus. I will go fetch the paper Com. Do not stir Ther 's too much distance and too many lockes Twixt you them how neere so e're they seeme For any man to interrupt their secrets Tam. O honord spirit flie into the fancie Of my offended Lord and do not let him Beleeue what there the wicked man hath written Pre. Perswasion hath already enterd him Beyond reflection peace till their departure Mons. There is a glasse of inke wherein you see How to make ready black fac't Tragedy You now discerne I hope through all her paintings Her gasping wrinkles and fames sepulchres Gui. Thinke you he faines my Lord what hold you now Doe we maligne your wife or honour you Mons. What stricken dumbe nay fie Lord be not danted Your case is common were it ne're so rare Beare it as rarely now to laugh were manly A woorthy man should imitate the weather That sings in tempests and being cleere is silent Gui. Goe home my Lord and force your wife to write Such louing stuffe to D'Ambois as she vsde When she desir'd his presence Mons. Doe my Lord And make her name her conceald messenger That close and most inennerable Pander That passeth all our studies to exquire By whom conuay the letter to her loue And so you shall be sure to haue him come Within the thirsty reach of your reuenge Before which lodge an ambush in her chamber Behind the arras of your stoutest men All close and soundly armd and let them share A spirit amongst them that would serue a thousand Gui. Yet stay a little see she sends for you Mons. Poore louing lady she 'le make all good yet Thinke you not so my Lord Gui. Ahlas poore soule Mons. This was ill done y'faith Exit Mont. Per. T' was nobly done And I forgiue his Lordship from my soule Mons. Then much good doo 't thee Pero hast a letter Per. I hope it be at least if not a volume Of worthy curses for your periury Mons. Now out vpon her Gui. Let me see my Lord Mons. You shall presently how fares my Pero Whos 's there take in this maid sh 'as caught a clap And fetch my surgeon to her come my Lord We 'l now peruse our letter Exeunt Mons. Guise Per. Furies rise Lead her out Out of the blacke lines and torment his soule Tam. Hath my Lord slaine my woman Beh. No she liues Com. What shall become of vs Beh. All I can say Being cald thus late is briefe and darkly this If D'Ambois mistresse stay not her white hand With his forst bloud he shall remaine vntoucht So father shall your selfe but by your selfe To make this Augurie plainer when the voice Of D'Ambois shall inuoke me I will rise Shining in greater light and shew him all That will betide ye all meane time be wise And let him curb his rage with policy Descendit cum suis Buc. Will he appeare to me when I inuoke him Com. He will be sure Buc. It must be shortly then For his darke words haue tied my thoughts on knots Till he dissolue and free them Tam. In meane time Deare seruant till your powerfull voice reuoke him Be sure to vse the policy he aduis'd Lest fury in your too quicke knowledge taken Of our abuse and your defence of me Accuse me more than any enemy And Father you must on my Lord impose Your holiest charges and the churches power To temper his hot spirit and disperse The cruelty and the bloud I know his hand Will showre vpon our heads if you put not Your finger to the storme and hold it vp As my deare seruant heere must do with Monsieur Bus. I le sooth his plots and strow my hate with smiles Till all at once the close mines of my heart Rise at full date and rush into his bloud I le bind his arme in silke and rub his flesh To make the vaine swell that his soule may gush Into some konnell where it longs to lie And policy shal be flanckt with policy Yet shall the feeling center where wee meet Grone with the wait of my approaching feet I le make th' inspired threshals of his Court Sweat with the weather of my horrid steps Before I enter yet will I appeare Like calme security before a ruine A politician must like lightening melt The very marrow and not Print the skin His waies must not be seene the superficies Of the greene center must not taste his feet When hell is plowd vp with his wounding tracts And all his haruest reap't from hellish facts Finis Actus Quarti Actus Quinti Scena Prima Montsurry bare vnbrac't pulling Tamyra in Comolet One bearing light a standish and paper which sets a Table Com. MY Lord remember that your soule must seeke Her peace as well as your reuengefull bloud You euer to this houre haue prou'd your selfe A noble zealous and obedient sonne T' our holy mother be not an apostate Your wiues offence serues not were it the woorst You can imagine without greater proofes To seuer your eternall bonds and harts Much lesse to touch her with a bloudy hand Nor is it manly much lesse husbandly To expiate any frailty in your wife With churlish strokes or beastly ods of strength The stony birth of clowds will touch no lawrell Nor any sleeper your wife is your lawrell And sweetest sleeper do not touch her