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The reuenge of Bussy D'Ambois A tragedie. As it hath beene often presented at the priuate play-house in the White-Fryers. VVritten by George Chapman, Gentleman.
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Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.
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Challenge be receiued Hee would not touch nor see it Cler. Possible How did you then Bal. Left it in his despight But when hee saw mee enter so expectlesse To heare his base exclaimes of murther murther Made me thinke Noblesse lost in him quicke buried Cler. They are the breathing Sepulchres of Noblesse No trulier noble men then Lions pictures Hung vp for signes are Lions Who knowes not That Lyons the more soft kept are more seruile And looke how Lyons close kept fed by hand Lose quite th' innatiue fire of spirit and greatnesse That Lyons free breathe forraging for prey And grow so grosse that mastifes curs and mungrils Haue spirit to cow them So our soft French Nobles Chain'd vp in ease and numbd securitie Their spirits shrunke vp like their couetous fists And neuer opened but Domitian-like And all his base obsequious minions When they were catching though it were but flyes Besotted with their pezzants loue of gaine Rusting at home and on each other preying Are for their greatnesse but the greater slaues And none is noble but who scrapes and saues Bal. T is base t is base and yet they thinke them high Cler. So Children mounted on their hobby-horse Thinke they are riding when with wanton toile They beare what should beare them A man may well Compare them to those foolish great-spleen'd Cammels That to their high heads beg'd of Ioue hornes higher Whose most vncomely and ridiculous pride When hee had satisfied they could not vse But where they went vpright before they stoopt And bore their heads much lower for their hornes As these high men doe low in all true grace Their height being priuiledge to all things base And as the foolish Poet that still writ All his most selfe-lou'd verse in paper royall Or Partchment rul'd with Lead smooth'd with the Pumice Bound richly vp and strung with Crimson strings Neuer so blest as when hee writ and read The Ape-lou'd issue of his braine and neuer But ioying in himselfe admiring euer Yet in his workes behold him and hee show'd Like to a ditcher So these painted men All set on out-side looke vpon within And not a pezzants entrailes you shall finde More foule and mezel'd nor more steru'd of minde Bal. That makes their bodies fat I faine would know How many millions of our other Nobles Would make one Guise There is a true tenth Worthy Who did not one act onely blemish him Cler. One act what one Bal. One that though yeeres past done Stickes by him still and will distaine him euer Cler. Good Heauen wherein what one act can you name Suppos'd his staine that I le not proue his luster Bal. To satisfie you t was the Massacre Cler. The Massacre I thought t was some such blemish Bal. O it was hainous Cler. To a brutish sense But not a manly reason Wee so tender The vile part in vs that the part diuine We see in hell and shrinke not Who was first Head of that Massacre Bal. The Guise Cler. T is nothing so Who was in fault for all the slaughters made In Ilion and about it Were the Greekes Was it not Paris rauishing the Queene Of Lacaedemon Breach of shame and faith And all the lawes of Hospitalitie This is the Beastly slaughter made of men When Truth is ouer-throwne his Lawes corrupted When soules are smother'd in the flatter'd flesh Slaine bodies are no more then Oxen slaine Bal. Differ not men from Oxen Cler. Who sayes so But see wherein In the vnderstanding rules Of their opinions liues and actions In their communities of faith and reason Was not the Wolfe that nourisht Romulus More humane then the men that did expose him Bal. That makes against you Cler. Not sir if you note That by that deede the actions difference make Twixt men and beasts and not their names nor formes Had faith nor shame all hospitable rights Beene broke by Troy Greece had not made that slaughter Had that beene sau'd sayes a Philosopher The Iliads and Odysses had beene lost Had Faith and true Religion beene prefer'd Religious Guise had neuer massacerd Bal. Well sir I cannot when I meete with you But thus digresse a little for my learning From any other businesse I entend But now the voyage we resolu'd for Cambray I told the Guise beginnes and wee must haste And till the Lord Renel hath found some meane Conspiring with the Countesse to make sure Your sworne wreake on her Husband though this fail'd In my so braue Command wee 'll spend the time Sometimes in training out in Skirmishes And Battailes all our Troopes and Companies And sometimes breathe your braue Scotch running horse That great Guise gaue you that all th' horse in France Farre ouer-runnes at euery race and hunting Both of the Hare and Deere You shall be honor'd Like the great Guise himselfe aboue the King And can you but appease your great-spleen'd Sister For our delaid wreake of your Brothers slaughter At all parts you 'll be welcom'd to your wonder Cler. I le see my Lord the Guise againe before Wee take our iourney Bal. O sir by all meanes You cannot be too carefull of his loue That euer takes occasion to be raising Your virtues past the reaches of this age And rankes you with the best of th' ancient Romanes Cler. That praise at no part moues mee but the worth Of all hee can giue others spher'd in him Bal. Hee yet is thought to entertaine strange aymes Cler. He may be well yet not as you thinke strange His strange Aymes are to crosse the common Custome Of Seruile Nobles in which hee 's so rauisht That quite the Earth he leaues and vp hee leapes On Atlas shoulders and from thence lookes downe Viewing how farre off other high ones creepe Rich poore of reason wander All pale looking And trembling but to thinke of their sure deaths Their liues so base are and so rancke their breaths Which I teach Guise to heighten and make sweet With lifes deare odors a good minde and name For which hee onely loues me and deserues My loue and life which through all deaths I vow Resoluing this what euer change can be Thou hast created thou hast ruinde mee Exit Finis Actus secundi Actus tertij Scaena prima A march of Captaines ouer the Stage Maillard Chalon Aumall following with Souldiers Mail. THese Troopes and companies come in with wings So many men so arm'd so gallant Horse I thinke no other Gouernment in France So soone could bring together With such men Me thinkes a man might passe th' insulting Pillars Of Bacchus and Alcides Chal. I much wonder Our Lord Lieutenant brought his brother downe To feast and honour him and yet now leaues him At such an instance Mail. T was the Kings Command For whom he must leaue Brother Wife friend all things Aum. The confines of his Gouernment whose view Is the pretext of his Command hath neede Of no such sodaine expedition Mail. Wee must not argue that The Kings
dispute more vp and see th' euent Exeunt Ladyes Make the Guard sure Renel and then the doores Command to make fast when the Earle is in Exit Ren. The blacke soft-footed houre is now on wing Which for my iust wreake Ghosts shall celebrate With dances dire and of infernall state Exit Enter Guise Guise Who sayes that death is naturall vvhen nature 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 Free 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 false man by falshood perish here There 's no way else to set my true man cleere Enter Messenger Mess. The King desires your Grace to come to Councill Guise 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 He takes vp the Arras and the Guard enters vpon him hee drawes Guise Holde murtherers They strike him downe So then this is confidence In greatnes not in goodnes wher is the king The king comes in sight with Es. Sois others 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 Hen. 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 Guise 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 Hen. Well sir I le beare it y'haue a Brother to Bursts with like threates the skarlet Cardinall Seeke and lay hands on him and take this hence Their blouds for all you on my conscience Exit Guise So sir your full swindge take mine death hath curb'd Clermont farewell O didst thou see but this But it is better see by this the Ice Broke to thine owne bloud which thou wilt despise When thou hear'st mine shed Is there no friend here Will beare my loue to him Aum. I will my Lord Guise Thankes with my last breath recommend me then To the most worthy of the race of men Dyes Exeunt Enter Monts and Tamyra Mont. Who haue you let into my house Tam. I none Mont. T is false I sauour the rancke bloud of foes In euery corner Tam. That you may doe well It is the bloud you lately shed you smell Mont. Sdeath the vault opes The gulfe opens Tam. What vault hold your sword Clermont ascends Cler. No let him vse it Mont. Treason murther murther Cler. Exclaime not t is in vaine and base in you Being one to onely one Mont. O bloudy strumpet Cler. With what bloud charge you her it may be mine As well as yours there shall not any else Enter or touch you I conferre no guards Nor imitate the murtherous course you tooke But single here will haue my former challenge Now answer'd single not a minute more My brothers bloud shall stay for his reuenge If I can act it if not mine shall adde A double conquest to you that alone Put it to fortune now and vse no ods Storme not nor beate your selfe thus gainst the dores Like to a sauage vermine in a trap All dores are sure made and you cannot scape But by your valour Mont. No no come and kill mee Cler. If you will die so like a beast you shall But when the spirit of a man may saue you Doe not so shame man and a Noble man Mont. I doe not show this basenesse that I feare thee But to preuent and shame thy victory Which of one base is base and so I le die Cler. Here then Mon. Stay hold one thought hath harden'd me He starts vp And since I must afford thee victorie It shall be great and braue if one request Thou wilt admit mee Cler. What 's that Mont. Giue me leaue To fetch and vse the sword thy Brother gaue mee When he was brauely giuing vp his life Cler. No I le not fight against my brothers sword Not that I feare it but since t is a tricke For you to show your backe Mont. By all truth no Take but my honourable othe I will not Cler. Your honourable othe plaine truth no place has Where othes are honourable Tam. Trust not his othe Hee will lie like a Lapwing when shee flyes Farre from her sought nest still here t is shee cryes Mont. Out on thee damme of Diuels I will quite Disgrace thy braues conquest die not fight Lyes downe Tam. Out on my fortune to wed such an abiect Now is the peoples voyce the voyce of God Hee that to wound a vvoman vants so much As hee did mee a man dares neuer touch Cler. Reuenge your wounds now madame I resigne him Vp to your full vvill since hee will not fight First you shall torture him as hee did you And Iustice wils and then pay I my vow Here take this Ponyard Mont. Sinke Earth open Heauen And let fall vengeance Tam. Come sir good sir hold him Mont. O shame of women whither art thou fled Cler. Why good my Lord is it a greater shame For her then you come I will be the bands You vs'd to her prophaning her