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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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Was this the way was he the meane betwixt you Tam. He was he was kind innocent man he was Mont. Write write a word or two Tamy. I will I will I le write but in my bloud that he may see These lines come from my wounds and not from me Mont. Well might he die for thought me thinkes the frame And shaken ioints of the whole world should crack To see her parts so disproportionate And that his generall beauty cannot stand Without these staines in the particular man Why wander I so farre heere heere was she That was a whole world without spot to me Though now a world of spots oh what a lightning Is mans delight in women what a bubble He builds his state fame life on when he marries Since all earths pleasures are so short and small The way t' nioy it is t' abiure it all Enough I must be messenger my selfe Disguis'd like this strange creature in I le after To see what guilty light giues this caue eies And to the world sing new impieties D' Ambois with two Pages D' Amb. Sit vp to night and watch I le speake with none But the old frier who bring to me Pa. We will Sir Exit D' Amb. What violent heat is this me thinks the fire Of twenty liues doth on a sudden flash Through all my faculties the aire goes high In this close chamber and the frighted earth Trembles and shrinkes beneath me the whole house Crackes with his shaken burthen blesse me heauen Enter Vmb. Comol Vmb. Note what I want my sonne and be forewarnd O there are bloudy deeds past and to come I cannot stay a fate doth rauish me I le meet thee in the chamber of thy loue Exit D' Amb. What dismall change is heere the good old Frier Is murtherd being made knowne to serue my loue Note what he wants he wants his vtmost weed He wants his life and body which of these Should be the want he meanes and may supplie me With any fit forewarning this strange vision Together with the darke prediction Vs'd by the Prince of darknesse that was raisd By this embodied shadowe stir my thoughts With reminiscion of the Spirits promise Who told me that by any inuocation I should haue power to raise him though it wanted The powerfull words and decent rites of art Neuer had my set braine such need of spirit T' instruct and cheere it now then I will claime Performance of his free and gentle vow T' appeare in greater light and make more plain His rugged oracle I long to know How my deare mistresse fares and be informd What hand she now holds on the troubled bloud Of her incensed Lord me thought the Spirit When he had vtterd his perplext presage Threw his chang'd countenance headlong into clowdes His forehead bent as it would hide his face He knockt his chin against his darkned breast And strooke a churlish silence through his powrs Terror of darknesse O thou King of flames That with thy Musique-footed horse dost strike The cleere light out of chrystall on darke earth And hurlst instructiue fire about the world Wake wake the drowsie and enchanted night That sleepes with dead eies in this heauy riddle Or thou great Prince of shades where neuer sunne Stickes his far-darted beames whose eies are made To see in darknesse and see euer best Where sense is blindest open now the heart Of thy abashed oracle that for feare Of some ill it includes would faine lie hid And rise thou with it in thy greater light Surgit Spiritus cum suis Sp. Thus to obserue my vow of apparition In greater light and explicate thy fate I come and tell thee that if thou obay The summons that thy mistresse next wil send thee Her hand shal be thy death D' Amb. When will she send Sp. Soone as I set againe where late I rose D' Amb. Is the old Frier slaine Sp. No and yet liues not D' Amb. Died he a naturall death Sp. He did D' Amb. Who then Will my deare mistresse send Sp. I must not tell thee D' Amb. Who lets thee Sp. Fate D' Am. Who are fates ministers Sp. The Guise and Monsieur D' Amb. A fit paire of sheeres To cut the threds of kings and kingly spirits And consorts fit to sound forth harmony Set to the fals of kingdomes shall the hand Of my kinde Mistresse kill me Sp. If thou yeeld To her next summons y' are faire warnd farewell Exit D' Amb. I must fare well how euer though I die My death consenting with his augurie Should not my powers obay when she commands My motion must be rebell to my will My will to life If when I haue obaid Her hand should so reward me they must arme it Binde me and force it or I lay my soule She rather would conuert it many times On her owne bosome euen to many deaths But were there danger of such violence I know t is far from her intent to send And who she should send is as far from thought Since he is dead whose only meane she vsde Whos 's there looke to the dore and let him in Though politicke Monsieur or the violent Guise Enter Montsurry like the Frier Mont. Haile to my worthy sonne D'Amb. O lying Spirit welcome loued father How fares my dearest mistresse Mont. Well as euer Being well as euer thought on by her Lord Whereof she sends this witnesse in her hand And praies for vrgent cause your speediest presence D'Amb. What writ in bloud Mont. I t is the inke of louers D'Amb. O t is a sacred witnesse of her loue So much elixer of her bloud as this Dropt in the lightest dame would make her firme As heat to fire and like to all the signes Commands the life confinde in all my vaines O how it multiplies my bloud with spirit And makes me apt t' encounter death and hell But come kinde Father you fetch me to heauen And to that end your holy weed was giuen Exit Enter Monsieur Guise aboue Mons. Now shall we see that nature hath no end In her great workes responsiue to their worths That she who makes so many eies and soules To see and foresee is starke blinde herselfe And as illiterate men say Latine praiers By roote of heart and daily iteration In whose hot zeale a man would thinke they knew What they ranne so away with and were sure To haue rewards proportion'd to their labours Yet may implore their owne confusions For any thing they know which oftentimes It fals out they incurre So nature laies A masse of stuffe together and by vse Or by the meere necessitie of matter Ends such a worke fils it or leaues it emptie Of strength or vertue error or cleere truth Not knowing what she does but vsually Giues that which wee call merit to a man And beleeue should arriue him on huge riches Honour and happinesse that effects his ruine Right as in ships of warre whole lasts of powder Are laid men thinke
Bussy D'Ambois A TRAGEDIE As it hath been often presented at Paules LONDON Printed for William Aspley 1607 Bussy D'Ambois A TRAGEDIE Actus primi Scena prima Bussy solus FOrtune not Reason rules the state of things Reward goes backwards Honor on his head Who is not poore is monstrous only Need Giues forme worth to euery humane seed As Cedars beaten with incessant stormes So great men flourish and doe imitate Vnskilfull statuaries who suppose In forging a Colossus if they make him Stroddle enough stroote and looke big and gape Their worke is goodly so our Tympanouse statists In their affected grauitie of voice Sowernesse of countenance maners crueltie Authoritie wealth and all the spawne of Fortune Thinke they beare all the kingdomes worth before them Yet differ not from those Colossicke Statues Which with Heroique formes without o'respread Within are nought but morter flint and lead Man is a Torch borne in the winde a Dreame But of a shadow summ'd with all his substance And as great Seamen vsing all their powers And skils in Neptunes deepe inuisible pathes In tall ships richly built and ribd with brasse To put a Girdle round about the world When they haue done it comming neere their Hauen Are glad to giue a warning peece and call A poore staid fisher-man that neuer past His Contries sight to waft and guide them in So when we wander furthest through the waues Of Glassie Glorie and the Gulfes of State Topt with all Titles spreading all our reaches As if each priuate Arme would sphere the world Wee must to vertue for her guide resort Or wee shall shipwracke in our safest Port Procumbit Monsieur with two Pages There is no second place in Numerous State That holds more than a Cypher In a King All places are contain'd His words and lookes Are like the flashes and the bolts of Ioue His deedes inimitable like the Sea That shuts still as it opes and leaues no tracts Nor prints of President for poore mens facts There 's but a Thred betwixt me and a Croune I would not wish it cut vnlesse by nature Yet to prepare mee for that likely Fortune T is fit I get resolued spirits about mee I followd D'Ambois to this greene Retreat A man of spirit beyond the reach of feare Who discontent with his neglected worth Neglects the light and loues obscure Abodes But he is yoong and haughtie apt to take Fire at aduancement to beare state and flourish In his Rise therefore shall my bounties shine None lothes the world so much nor loues to scoffe it But gold and grace will make him surfet of it What D'Ambois Buss. He sir Mons. Turn'd to Earth aliue Vp man the Sunne shines on thee Buss. Let it shine I am no mote to play in 't as great men are Mons. Think'st thou men great in state motes in the sunne They say so that would haue thee freeze in shades That like the grosse Sicilian Gurmundist Emptie their Noses in the Cates they loue That none may eat but they Do thou but bring Light to the Banquet Fortune sets before thee And thou wilt loth leane Darkenesse like thy Death Who would beleeue thy Mettall could let sloth Rust and consume it If Themistocles Had liued obscur'd thus in th' Athenian state Xerxes had made both him and it his slaues If braue Camillus had lurckt so in Rome He had not fiue times beene dictator there Nor foure times triumpht If Epaminondas Who liu'd twice twentie yeeres obscur'd in Thebs Had liu'd so still he had beene still vnnam'd And paid his Countrie nor himselfe their right But putting foorth his strength he rescude both From imminent ruine and like Burnisht Steele After long vse he shin'd for as the light Not only serues to shew but render vs Mutually profitable so our liues In acts exemplarie not only winne Our selues good Names but doth to others giue Matter for vertuous Deedes by which wee liue Buss. What would you wish me doe Mons. Leaue the troubled streames And liue as Thriuers doe at the Well head Buss. At the Well head Alas what should I doe With that enchanted Glasse See diuels there Or like a strumpet learne to set my lookes In an eternall Brake or practise iuggling To keepe my face still fast my hart still loose Or beare like Dames Schoolemistresses their Riddles Two Tongues and be good only for a shift Flatter great Lords to put them still in minde Why they were made Lords or please portly Ladies With a good carriage tell them idle Tales To make their Physicke worke spend a mans life In sights and visitations that will make His eies as hollow as his Mistresse heart To doe none good but those that haue no neede To gaine being forward though you breake for haste All the Commandements ere you breake your fast But Beleeue backewards make your Period And Creedes last Article I beleeue in God And hearing villanies preacht t' vnfold their Art Learne to commit them T is a great mans Part Shall I learne this there Mons. No thou needst not learne Thou hast the Theorie now goe there and practise Buss. I in a thridbare suit when men come there They must haue high Naps and goe from thence bare A man may drowne the parts often rich men In one poore suit Braue Barks and outward Glosse Attract Court eies be in parts ne're so grosse Mons. Thou shalt haue Glosse enough and all things fit T' enchase in all shew thy long smothered spirit Be rul'd by me then The rude Scythians Painted blinde Fortunes powerfull hands with wings To shew her gifts come swift and suddenly Which if her Fauorite be not swift to take He loses them foreuer Then be rul'd Exit Mons. Manet Buss. Stay but a while heere and I 'le send to thee Buss. What will he send some Crounes It is to sow them Vpon my spirit and make them spring a Croune Worth Millions of the feede Crounes he will send But hee 's no husband heere A smooth plaine ground Will neuer nourish any politicke seede I am for honest Actions not for great If I may bring vp a new fashion And rise in Court with vertue speede his plow The King hath knowne me long as well as hee Yet could my Fortune neuer fit the length Of both their vnderstandings till this houre There is a deepe nicke in times restlesse wheele For each mans good when which nicke comes it strikes As Rhetoricke yet workes not perswasion But only is a meane to make it worke So no man riseth by his reall merit But when it cries Clincke in his Raisers spirit Many will say that cannot rise at all Mans first houres rise is first steppe to his fall I l'e venture that men that fall low must die As well as men cast headlong from the skie Ent. Maffe Humor of Princes Is this man indu'd With any merit worth a thousand Crounes Will my Lord haue me be so ill a Steward Of his Reuenue to dispose a summe