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B12027	The tragedie of Chabot admirall of France as it vvas presented by her Majesties Servants, at the private house in Drury Lane. Written by George Chapman, and Iames Shirly.; Chabot	Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.; Shirley, James, 1596-1666. aut	1639 (1639)	STC 4996; ESTC S107727	39,582	70

may wrong in you Your rights of kinde and dignities of fortune And I advanc'd you not to heape on you Honours and fortunes that by strong hand now Held up and over you when heaven takes off That powerfull hand ' should thunder on your head And after you crush your surviving seedes Adm. Sir your regards to both are great and sacred But if the innocence and right that rais'd me And meanes for mine can finde no friend hereafter Of him that ever lives and ever seconds All Kings just bounties with defence and refuge In just mens races let my fabricke ruine My stocke want sap my branches by the roote Be ●orne to death and swept with whirlewindes out King For my love no relenting Adm. No my leige T is for your love and right that I stand out King Be better yet advis'd Adm. I cannot Sir Should any Oracle become my counsell For that I stand not out thus of set will Or pride of any singular conceite My ēnēmies and the world may clearely know I taste no sweetes to drowne in others gall And to affect in that which makes me lothed To leave my selfe and mine expos'd to all The dangers you propos'd my purchas'd honours And all my fortunes in an instant lost That mony cares and paines and yeares have gather'd How mad were I to rave thus in my wounds Vnlesse my knowne health felt in these forc'd issues Were sound and fit and that I did not know By most true proofes that to become sincere With all mens hates doth farre excëede their loves To be as they are mixtures of corruption And that those envies that I see pursue me Of all true actions are the naturall consequents Which being my object and my resolute choise Not for my good but yours I will have justice King You will have justice is your will so strong Now against mine your power being so weake Before my favour gave them both their forces Of all that ever shar'd in my free graces You Philip Chabot a meane Gentleman Have not I-rais'd you to a supremest Lord And given you greater dignities than any Adm. You have so King Well sed and to spurre your dulinesse With the particulars to which I rais'd you Have not I made you first a Knight of the Order● Then Admirall of France then Count Byzanges Lord and Livetenant generall of all My country and command of Burgady Livetenant generall likewise of my sonne Daulphine and heire and of all Normandy And of my chiefely honor'd privy Counsell And cannot all these powers weigh downe your will Adm. No Sir they were not given me to that end But to uphold my will my will being just King And who shall judge that Justice you or I Adm. I Sir in this case your royall thoughts are fitly Exempt from every curious search of one You have the generall charge with care of all Kin. And doe not generalls include particulars May not I Iudge of any thing compriz'd In your particular as well as you Adm. Farre be the misery from you that you may My cares paines broken sleepe therein made more Then yours should make me see more and my forces Render of better judgement King Well Sir grant Your force in this my odds in benefits Paid for your paines put in the other scale And any equall holder of the ballance Will shew my merits hoist up yours to aire In rule of any doubt or deed betwixt us Adm. You merit not of me for benefits More than my selfe of you for services King I st possible Adm. T is true King Stand you on that Adm. I to the death and will approve to all men Kin. I am deceiv'd but I shall finde good Judges That will finde difference Adm. Finde them being good King Still so what if conferring My bounties and your services to sound them We fall foule on some licences of yours Nay give me therein some advantage of you Adm. They cannot King Not in sisting their severe discharges Of all your offices Adm. The more you sift The more you shall refine mee King What if I Grant out against you a commission Ioyn'd with an extraordinary processe To arrest and put you in lawes hands for triall Adm. Not with lawes uttermost King I le throw the dice. Adm. And I le endure the chance The dice being square Adm. Repos'd in dreadlesse confidence and conscience That all your most extreames shall never reach Or to my life my goodes or honours breach King Was ever heard so fine a confidence Must it not p●ove presumption and can that Scape brack●s and errors in your search of law I prethee weigh yet with more soule than danger And some lesse passion Adm. Witnesse heaven I cannot Were I dissolv'd and nothing else but soule King Be shrew my blood but his resolves amaze me Was ever such a Iustice in a subject Of so much office left to his owne swinge That left to law thus and his Soveraignes wrath Could stand cleare spight of both let reason rule it Before it come at law a man so rare In one thing cannot in the rest be vulgar And who sees you not in the broad high-way The common dust up in your owne eyes beating In quest of riches honours offices As heartily in shew as most beleeve And he that can use actions with the vulgar Must needes embrace the same effects cannot informe him Whatsoever he pretends use them with such Free equitie as fits one just and reall Even in the eyes of men nor stand at all parts So truly circular so sound and solid But have his swellings out his crackes and crannies And therefore in this reason before law Take you to h●r least you affect and flatter Your selfe with mad opinions Adm. I were mad Directly Sir if I were yet to know Not the sure danger but the certaine ruine Of men shot into law from Kings bent brow There being no dreame from the most muddie braine Vpon the foulest fa●cie that can forge More horrour in the shaddowes of meere fame Then can some Lawyer in a man expos'd To his interpretation by the King But these grave toyes I shall despise in death And while I live will lay them open so My inocence laid by them that like foiles They shall sticke of my merits tenne times more And make your bounties nothing for who gives And hits i th teeth himselfe payes with the glory For which he gave as being his end of giving Not to crowne merits or doe any good And so no thankes is due but to his glory King T is brave I sweare Adm. No Sir t is plaine and rude But true and spotlesse and where you object My hearty and grosse vulgar love of riches Titles and honours I did never seeke them For any love to them but to that justice You ought to use in their due gift to merits To shew you royall and most open handed Not using for hands talons pincers grapples In whose gripes and upon whose gord

needfull meanes to live be ground Into your choking superfluities You both too rich they ruinde Adm. I conceive Sir Wee both may be enrich'd and raise our fortunes Even with our places in our Soveraignes favour Though past the height of others yet within The rules of Law and Iustice and approove Our actions white and innocent Fa. I doubt it While inforc'd shew perhaps which will I feare Prove in true substance but a Millers whitenesse More sticking in your clothes then conscience Adm. Your censure herein tasts some passion Sir And I beseech you nourish better thoughts Then to imagine that the Kings meere grace Sustaines such prejudice by those it honours That of necessitie we must pervert it With passionate enemies and ambitious boundlesse Avarice and every licence incident To fortunate greatnesse and that all abuse it For the most impious avarice of some Fa. As if the totall summe of favorites frailties Affected not the full rule of their Kings In their owne partially disposed ambitions And that Kings doe no hazard infinitely In their free realties of rights and honours Where they leave much for favourites powers to order Adm. But wee have such a master of our King In the Imperiall art that no power flies Out of his favour but his policie ties A criance to it to containe it still And for the reconcilement of us Sir Never were two in favour that were more One in all love of Iustice and true honour Though in the act and pro●ecution Pehaps we differ Howsoever yet One beame us both creating what should let That both our soules should both one met●le beare And that one stampe one word one character Fa. I could almost be won to be a Courtier There 's some thing more in 's composition Then ever yet was favourites Enter a Courtier What 's hee Cour. I bring your Lordship a sign'd bill to ●ave The addition of your honor'd hand the counsell Have all before subscribed and full prepar'd it Ad. It seemes then they have weigh'd the importance of it And know the grant is just Cour. No doubt my Lord Or else they take therein the Constables word It being his suite and his power having wrought The King already to appose his hand Adm. I doe not like his working of the King For if it be a suite made knowne to him And fit to passe he wrought himselfe to it However my hand goes to no such grant But first I 'le know and censure it my selfe Cour. A he if thou beest goddesse of contention That Iove tooke by the haire and hurl'd from heaven Assume in earth thy empire and this bill Thy firebrand make to turne his love thus tempted Into a hate as horrid as thy furies Adm. Does this beare title of his Lordships suite Cour. It does my Lord and therefore he beseech'd The rather your dispatch Adm. No thought the rather But now the rather all powers against it The suite being most injust and he pretending In all his actions justice on the sudden After his so late vow not to violate it Is strange and vile and if the King himselfe Should owne and urge it I would stay and crosse it For t is within the free power of my office And I should straine his kingdome if I past it I see their poore attempts and giddy malice Is this the reconcilement that so lately He vow'd in sacred witnesse of the King Assuring me he never more would offer To passe a suite unjust which I well know This is above all and have often beene urg'd To give it passage be you Sir the Judge Fa. I wonot meddle With any thing of state you knew long since Adm. Yet you may heare it Sir Fa. You wonot urge My opinion then go to Adm. An honest merchant Presuming on our league of France with Spaine Brought into Spaine a wealthy ship to vent Her fit commodities to serve the country Which in the place of suffering their saile Were seas'd to recompence a Spanish ship Priz'd by a French man ere the league was made No suites no letters of our Kings could gaine Our merchants first right in it but his letters Vnreverently received the Kings selfe scandall Beside the leagues breach and the foule injustice Done to our honest merchant who endured all Till some small time since authoris'd by our counsell Though not in open Court he made a ship out And tooke a Spaniard brings all home and sues To gaine his full prov'd losse full recompence Of his just prize his prize is staid and ceaz'd Yet for the Kings disposure and the Spaniard Makes suite to be restor'd her which this bill Would f●ine get granted faining as they hop'd With my allowance and way given to make Our Countrey mans in Spaine their absolute prize Fa. I were absolute injustice Adm. Should I passe it Fa. Passe life and state before Adm. If this would seeme His Lordships suite his love to me and justice Including plots upon me while my simplenesse Is seriously vow'd to reconcilement Love him good vulgars and abhorre me still For if I court your slatterie with my crimes Heavens love before me fly till in my tombe I sticke pursuing it and for this bill Thus say t was shiver'd blesse us equall heaven Exit Fa. This could I cherish now above his losse You may report as much the bill discharg'd Sir Exeunt Actus Secundus Enter King and Queen Secretary with the Torne bill Kin. IS it en● so Que. Good heaven how tame you are Doe Kings of France reward foule Traitors thus Kin. No Traitor y' are too loude Chabots no Traitor He has the passions of a man about him And multiplicitie of cares may make Wise men forget themselves come be you patient Qu. Can you be so and see your selfe thus torne Kin. Our selfe Qu. There is some left if yo● dare owne Your royall character is not this your name Kin. T is Francis I confesse Qu. Be but a name If this staine live upon 't affronted by Your subject shall the sacred name of King A word to make your nation bow and tremble Be thus profain'd are lawes establish'd To punish the defacers of your image But dully set by the rude hand of others Vpon your coine and shall the character That doth include the blessing of all France Your name thus written by your royall hand Design'd for Justice and your Kingdomes honour Not call up equall anger to reward it Your Counsellors of state contemn'd and slighted As in this braine more circumscrib'd all wisedome And pollicy of Empire and your power Subordinate and subject to his passion Kin. Come it concernes you not Qu. Is this the consequence Of an attonement made so lately betweene The hopefull Mountmorencie and his Lordship Vrge by your selfe with such a precious sanction Come he that dares doe this wants not a heart But opportunitie Kin. To doe what Qu. To teare your crowne off Kin. Come your language doth taste more Of rage and womanish flame than