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A18403
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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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alone If she dissemble she thinkes t is not done If not dissemble nor a little chide Giue her her wish she is not satisfi'd To haue a man thinke that she neuer seekes Does her more good than to haue all she likes This frailtie sticks in them beyond their sex Which to reforme reason is too perplex Vrge reason to them it will doe no good Humour that is the charriot of our foode In euerie bodie must in them be fed To carrie their affections by it bred Stand close Enter Tamyra Tam. Alas I feare my strangenesse will retire him If he goe backe I die I must preuent it And cheare his onset with my sight at least And that 's the most though euerie step he takes Goes to my heart I le rather die than seeme Not to be strange to that I most esteeme Com. Madam Tamy. Ah Com. You will pardon me I hope That so beyond your expectation And at a time for visitants so vnfit I with my noble friend heere visit you You know that my accesse at any time Hath euer beene admitted and that friend That my care will presume to bring with mee Shall haue all circumstance of worth in him To merit as free welcome as my selfe Tamy. O father but at this suspicious houre You know how apt best men are to suspect vs In any cause that makes suspicious shadow No greater than the shadow of a haire And y' are to blame what though my Lord and husband Lie foorth to night and since I cannot sleepe When he is absent I sit vp to night Though all the doores are sure all our seruants As sure bound with their sleepes yet there is one That sits aboue whose eie no sleepe can binde He sees through doores and darkenesse and our thoughts And therefore as we should auoid with feare To thinke amisse our selues before his search So should we be as curious to shunne All cause that other thinke not ill of vs D'Amb. Madam t is farre from that I only heard By this my honour'd father that your conscience Was something troubled with a false report That Barrisors blood should something touch your hand Since he imagin'd I was courting you When I was bold to change words with the Duchesse And therefore made his quarrell which my presence Presum'd on with my father at this season For the more care of your so curious honour Can well resolue your Conscience is most false Tam. And is it therefore that you come good sir Then craue I now your pardon and my fathers And sweare your presence does me so much comfort That all I haue it bindes to your requitall Indeede sir t is most true that a report Is spread alleaging that his loue to mee Was reason of your quarrell and because You shall not thinke I faine it for my glorie That he importun'd me for his Court seruice I le shew you his owne hand set downe in blood To that vaine purpose Good Sir then come in Father I thanke you now a thousand fold Com. May it be worth it to you honour'd daughter Finis Actus secundi Actus Tertij Scena Prima Bucy Tamyra Tam. O My deare seruant in thy close embraces I haue set open all the dores of danger To my encompast honor and my life Before I was secure against death and hell But now am subiect to the hartlesse feare Of euery shadow and of euery breath And would change firmnesse with an aspen leafe So confident a spotlesse conscience is So weake a guilty O the daugerous siege Sin laies about vs and the tyranny He exercises when he hath expugn'd Like to the horror of a winters thunder Mixt with a gushing storme that suffer nothing To stirre abroad on earth but their own rages Is sin when it hath gathered head aboue vs No roofe no shelter can secure vs so But he will drowne our cheeks in feare or woe Buc. Sin is a coward Madam and insults But on our weaknesse in his truest valour And so our ignorance tames vs that we let His shadowes fright vs and like empty clouds In which our faulty apprehensions fordge The formes of Dragons Lions Elephants When they hold no proportion the slie charmes Of the witch policy makes him like a monster Kept onely to shew men for Goddesse money That false hagge often paints him in her cloth Ten times more monstrous than he is in troth In three of vs the secret of our meeting Is onely guarded and three friends as one Haue euer beene esteem'd as our three powers That in our one soule are as one vnited Why should we feare then for my truth I sweare Sooner shall torture be the Sire to pleasure And health be grieuous to men long time sicke Than the deare iewell of your fame in me Be made an outcast to your infamy Nor shall my value sacred to your vertues Onely giue free course to it from my selfe But make it flie out of the mouths of kings In golden vapours and with awfull wings Tam. It rests as all kings seales were set in thee Exit D' Amb. Manet Tamy. Ta. It is not I but vrgent destiny That as great states men for their generall end In politique iustice make poore men offend Enforceth my offence to make it iust What shall weake Dames doe when t'whole worke of Nature Hath a strong finger in each one of vs Needs must that sweep away the silly cobweb Of our still-vndone labours that laies still Our powers to it as to the line the stone Not to the stone the line should be oppos'd We cannot keepe our constant course in vertue What is alike at all parts euery day Differs from other euery houre and minute I euery thought in our false clock of life Oft times inuerts the whole circumference We must be sometimes one sometimes another Our bodies are but thicke clouds to our soules Through which they cannnot shine when they desire When all the starres and euen the sunne himselfe Must stay the vapors times that he exhales Before he can make good his beames to vs O how can we that are but motes to him VVandring at randon in his orderd rayes Disperse our passions fumes with our weake labors That are more thick black than all earths vapors Enter Mont. Mon. Good day my loue what vp and ready too Tam. Both my deare Lord not all this night made I My selfe vnready or could sleepe a winke Mont. Ahlasse what troubled my true loue my peace From being at peace within her better selfe Or how could sleepe forbeare to sease thy beauties VVhen he might challenge them as his iust prise Tam. I am in no powre earthly but in yours To what end should I goe to bed my Lord That wholly mist the comfort of my bed Or how should sleepe possesse my faculties VVanting the proper closer of mine eies Mont. Then will I neuer more sleepe night from thee All mine owne Businesse all the Kings affaires Shall take the day to serue them
a. Tam. What my Lord Mont. The plague of Herod Feast in his rotten entrailes Tam. Will you wreake Your angers iust cause giuen by him on mee Mont. By him Tamy. By him my Lord I haue admir'd You could all this time be at concord with him That still hath plaid such discords on your honour Mont. Perhaps t is with some proud string of my wiues Tam. How 's that my Lord Mont. Your tongue will still admire Till my head be the miracle of the world Tam. O woe is mee Pero What does your Lordship meane Madam be comforted my Lord but tries you Madam Helpe good my Lord are you not mou'd Doe your set lookes print in your words your thoughts Sweete Lord cleere vp those eies for shame of Noblesse Mercilesse creature but it is enough You haue shot home your words are in her heart She has not liu'd to beare a triall now Mont. Looke vp my loue and by this kisse receiue My soule amongst thy spirits for supplie To thine chac'd with my furie Tam. O my Lord I haue too long liu'd to heare this from you Mont. T was from my troubled blood and not from mee I know not how I fare a sudden night Flowes through my entrailes and a headlong Chaos Murmurs within mee which I must digest And not drowne her in my confusions That was my liues ioy being best inform'd Sweet you must needes forgiue me that my loue Like to a fire disdaining his suppression Rag'd being discourag'd my whole heart is wounded When any least thought in you is but touch't And shall be till I know your former merits Your name and memorie altogether craue In loth'd obliuion their eternall graue And then you must heare from me ther 's no meane In any passion I shall feele for you Loue is a rasor cleansing being well vs'd But fetcheth blood still being the least abus'd To tell you briefly all The man that left mee When you appear'd did turne me worse than woman And stab'd me to the heart thus with his hand Tamy. O happie woman Comes my staine from him It is my beautie and that innocence prooues That slew Chymaera rescu'd Peleus From all the sauage beasts in Peleon And rais'd the chaste Athenian prince from Hell All suffering with me they for womens lusts I for a mans that the Egean stable Of his foule sinne would emptie in my lappe How his guilt shunn'd me sacred innocence That where thou fear'st art dreadfull and his face Turn'd in flight from thee that had thee in chace Come bring me to him I will tell the serpent Euen to his teeth whence in mine honors soile A pitcht field starts vp twixt my Lord and mee That his throat lies and he shall curse his fingers For being so gouern'd by his filthie soule Mont. I know not if himselfe will vaunt t' haue beene The princely author of the slauish sinne Or any other he would haue resolu'd mee Had you not come not by his word but writing Would I haue sworne to giue it him againe And pawn'd mine honour to him for a paper Tam. See how he flies me still T is a foule heart That feares his owne hand Good my Lord make haste To see the dangerous paper Be not nice For any trifle ieweld with your honour To pawne your honor and with it conferre My neerest woman heere in all she knowes Who if the sunne or Cerberus could haue seene Anie staine in mee might as much as they And Pero heere I charge thee by my loue And all proofes of it which I might call bounties By all that thou hast seeme seeme good in mee And all the ill which thou shouldst spit from thee By pity of the wound my Lord hath giuen mee Not as thy Mistresse now but a poore woman To death giuen ouer rid me of my paines Powre on thy powder cleere thy breast of me My Lord is only heere heere speake thy worst Thy best will doe me mischiefe If thou spar'st mee Neuer shine good thought on thy memorie Resolue my Lord and leaue me desperate Pero My Lord My Lord hath plaid a prodigals part To breake his Stocke for nothing and an insolent To cut a Gordian when he could not loose it What violence is this to put true fire To a false traine To blow vp long crown'd peace With sudden outrage and beleeue a man Sworne to the shame of women gainst a woman Borne to their honours I le attend your Lordship Tam. No I will write for I shall neuer more Speake with the fugitiue where I will defie him Were he ten times the brother of my king Exeunt Musicke and she enters with her maid bearing a letter Tam. Away deliuer it O may my lines Fild with the poison of a womans hate When he shall open them shrinke vp his eies With torturous darkenesse such as stands in hell Stucke full of inward horrors neuer lighted With which are all things to be fear'd affrighted Father Ascendit Bussy with Comolet D' Amb. How is it with my honour'd mistresse Tam. O seruant helpe and saue me from the gripes Of shame and infamie D' Amb. What insensate stocke Or rude inanimate vapour without fashion Durst take into his Epimethean breast A box of such plagues as the danger yeeldes Incurd in this discouerie He had better Ventur'd his breast in the consuming reach Of the hot surfets cast out of the cloudes Or stoode the bullets that to wreake the skie The Cyclops ramme in Ioues artillerie Com. Wee soone will take the darkenesse from his face That did that deede of darkenesse wee will know What now the Monsieur and your husband doe What is contain'd within the secret paper Offerd by Monsieur and your loues euents To which ends honour'd daughter at your motion I haue put on these exorcising Rites And by my power of learned holinesse Vouchsaft me from aboue I will command Our resolution of a raised spirit Tamy. Good father raise him in some beauteous forme That with least terror I may brooke his sight Com. Stand sure together then what ere ye see And stirre not as ye tender all our liues Occidentalium legionum spiritalium imperator magnus ille Behemoth veni veni comitatus cum Asaroth locotenente inuicto Adiuro te per stygis inscrutabilia arcana per ipsos irremeabiles anfractus auerni adesto ô Behemoth tu cui peruia sunt Magnatum scrinia veni per Noctis tenebrarum abdita profundissima per labentia sydera per ipsos motus horarum furtiuos Hecatesque altum silentium Appare in forma spiritali lucente splendida amabili Ascendit Beh. What would the holy Frier Com. I would see What now the Monsieur and Mountsurrie doe And see the secret paper that the Monsieur Offer'd to Count Montsurry longing much To know on what euents the secret loues Of these two honor'd persons shall arriue Beh. Why calledst thou me to this accursed light To these light purposes I am Emperor