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The conspiracie, and tragedie of Charles Duke of Byron, Marshall of France Acted lately in two playes, at the Black-Friers. Writted by George Chapman.
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Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.
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1608
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STC 4968; ESTC S107689
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off from this dull shore of East Into industrious and high-going Seas Where like Pelides in Scamanders flood Vp to the eares in surges I will fight And pluck French Ilion vnderneath the waues If to be highest still be to be best All workes to that end are the worthiest Truth is a golden Ball cast in our way To make vs stript by falsehood And as Spaine When the hote scuffles of Barbarian armes Smotherd the life of Don Sebastian To guild the leaden rumor of his death Gaue for a slaughterd body held for his A hundred thousand crownes causd all the state Of superstitious Portugall to mourne And celebrate his solemne funerals The Moores to conquest thankfull feasts preferre And all made with the carcasse of a Switzer So in the Giant like and politique warres Of barbarous greatnesse raging still in peace Showes to aspire iust obiects are laide on With cost with labour and with forme enough Which onely makes our best acts brooke the light And their ends had we thinke we haue their right So wurst workes are made good with good successe And so for Kings pay subiects carcases Exit Enter Henry Roisieau Hen. Was he so courted Rois. As a Cittie Dame Brought by her iealous husband to the Court Some elder Courtiers entertaining him While others snatch a fauour from his wife One starts from this doore from that nooke another With gifts and iunkets and with printed phrase Steale her employment shifting place by place Still as her husband comes so Duke Byron Was woode and worshipt in the Arch-dukes Court And as th' assistants that your Maiestie Ioinde in Commission with him or my selfe Or any other doubted eye appear'd He euer vanisht and as such a dame As we compar'd with him before being wun To breake faith to her husband loose her fame Staine both their progenies and comming fresh From vnderneath the burthen of her shame Visits her husband with as chaste a browe As temperate and confirm'd behauiour As she came quitted from confession So from his scapes would he present a presence The practise of his state adulterie And guilt that should a gracefull bosome strieke Drownde in the set lake of a hopelesse cheeke Hen. It may be hee dissembled or suppose He be a little tainted men whom vertue Formes with the stuffe of fortune great and gratious Must needs pertake with fortune in her humor Of instabilitie and are like to shafts Growne crookt with standing which to rectifie Must twice as much be bowd another way He that hath borne wounds for his worthy parts Must for his wurst be borne with we must fit Our gouernment to men as men to it In old time they that hunted sauadge beasts Are said to clothe themselues in sauage skinnes They that were Fowlers when they went on fowling Wore garments made with wings resembling Fowles To Buls we must not shew our selues in red Nor to the warlick Elephant in white In all things gouern'd their infirmities Must not be stird nor wrought on Duke Byron Flowes with adust and melancholy choller And melancholy spirits are venemous Not to be toucht but as they may be cur'de I therefore meane to make him change the ayre And send him further from those Spanish vapors That still beare fighting sulphure in their brests To breath a while in temperate English ayre Where lips are spycd with free and loyall counsailes Where policies are not rumous but sauing Wisdome is simple valure righteous Humaine and hating facts of brutish forces And whose graue natures scorne the scoffes of France The empty complements of Italy The any-way encroching pride of Spaine And loue men modest harty iust and plaine Sauoy whispering with Laffin Sau. I le sound him for Byron and what I finde In the Kings depth I le draw vp and informe In excitations to the Dukes reuolt When next I meete with him Laff. It must be done With praising of the Duke from whom the king Will take to giue himselfe which tolde the Duke Will take his heart vp into all ambition Sau. I know it politick friend and t is my purpose Exit Laf. Your Maiestie hath mist a royall sight The Duke Byron on his braue beast Pastrana Who sits him like a full-saild Argosea Danc'd with a lofty billow and as snug Plyes to his bearer both their motions mixt And being considerd in their site together They do the best present the state of man In his first royaltie ruling and of beasts In their first loyaltie seruing one commanding And no way being mou'd the other seruing And no way being compeld of all the sights That euer my eyes witnest and they make A doctrinall and witty Hierogliphick Of a blest kingdome to expresse and teach Kings to command as they could serue and subiects To serue as if they had powre to command Hen. You are a good old horseman I perceiue And still out all the vse of that good part Your wit is of the true Pierean spring That can make any thing of any thing Sau. So braue a subiect as the Duke no king Seated on earth can vante of but your Highnesse So valiant loyall and so great in seruice Hen. No question he sets valour in his height And hath done seruice to an equall pitche Fortune attending him with fit euents To all his ventrous and well-laid attempts Sau. Fortune to him was Iuno to Alcides For when or where did she but open way To any act of his what stone tooke he With her helpe or without his owne lost bloud What sort wan he by her or was not forc't What victory but gainst ods on what Commander Sleepy or negligent did he euer charge What Summer euer made she faire to him What winter not of one continued storme Fortune is so farre from his Creditresse That she owes him much for in him her lookes Are louely modest and magnanimous Constant victorious and in his Achieuments Her cheekes are drawne out with a vertuous rednesse Out of his eager spirit to victorie And chast contention to conuince with honor And I haue heard his spirits haue flowd so high In all his conflicts against any odds That in his charge his lips haue bled with terror How seru'd he at your famous siege of Dreux Where the enemie assur'd of victory Drew out a bodie of foure thousand horse And twice sixe thousand foote and like a Crescent Stood for the signall you that show'd your selfe A sound old souldiar thinking it not fit To giue your enemy the ods and honour Of the first stroke commanded de la Guiche To let fire all his cannans that did pierse The aduerse thickest squadrons and had shot Nine volleies ere the foe had once giuen fire Your troope was charg'd and when your dukes old father Met with th' affailants and their Groue of Reiters Repulst so fiercely made them turne their beards And rallie vp themselues behind their troopes Fresh forces seeing your troopes a little seuerd From that part first assaulted gaue it
other forreigne King Should quite against the streame of all religion Honor and reason take a course so foule And neither keepe his Oth nor saue his Soule Can the poore keeping of a Citadell Which I denyed to be at his disposure Make him forgoe the whole strength of his honours It is impossible though the violence Of his hot spirit made him make attempt Vpon our person for denying him Yet well I found his loyall iudgment seru'd To keepe it from effect besides being offer'd Two hundred thousand crownes in yearely pention And to be Generall of all the forces The Spaniards had in France they found him still As an vnmatcht Achilles in the warres So a most wise Vlisses to their words Stopping his eares at their enchanted sounds And plaine he tould them that although his blood Being mou'd by Nature were a very fire And boyld in apprehension of a wrong Yet should his mind hold such a scepter there As would containe it from all act and thought Of treachery or ingratitude to his Prince Yet do I long me thinkes to see La Fin Who hath his heart in keeping since his state Growne to decay and he to discontent Comes neere the ambitious plight of Duke Byron My Lord Vidame when does your Lordship thinke Your vnckle of La Fin will be arriu'd Vid. I thinke my Lord he now is neere ariuing For his particular iourny and deuotion Voud to the holy Lady of Loretto Was long since past and he vpon returne Hen. In him as in a christall that is charm'd I shall descerne by whome and what designes My rule is threatenede and that sacred power That hath enabled this defensiue arme When I enioyd but in an vnequall Nooke Of that I now possesse to front a King Farre my Superiour And from twelue set battailes March home a victor ten of them obtaind VVithout my personall seruice will not see A traitrous subiect foile me and so end VVhat his hand hath with such successe begunne Enter a Ladie and a Nursse bringing the Daulphine Esp. See the yong Daulphin brought to cheere your highnes Hen. My royall blessing and the King of heauen Make thee an aged and a happie King Helpe Nurse to put my sword into his hand Hold Boy by this and with it may thy arme Cut from thy tree of rule all traitrous branches That striue to shadow and eclips thy glories Haue thy old fathers angell for thy guide Redoubled be his spirit in thy brest VVho when this State ranne like a turbulent sea In ciuill hates and bloudy enmity Their wrathes and enuies like so many windes Setled and burst and like the Halcions birth Be thine to bring a calme vpon the shore In which the eyes of warre may euer sleepe As ouermacht with former massacres VVhen gultie made Noblesse feed on Noblesse All the sweete plentie of the realme exhausted VVhen the nak't merchant was pursude for spoile VVhen the pore Pezants frighted neediest theeues VVith their pale leanenesse nothing left on them But meager carcases sustaind with ayre Wandring like Ghosts affrighted from their graues VVhen with the often and incessant sounds The very beasts knew the alarum bell And hearing it ranne bellowing to their home From which vnchristian broiles and homicides Let the religious sword of iustice free Thee and thy kingdomes gouern'd after me O heauen or if th' vnsettled bloud of France VVith ease and welth renew he ciuill furies Let all my powers be emptied in my Sonne To curb and end them all as I haue done Let him by vertue quite out of from fortune Her fetherd shoulders and her winged shooes And thrust from her light feete her turning stone That she may euer tarry by his throne And of his worth let after ages say He fighting for the land and bringing home Iust conquests loden with his enimies spoiles His father past all France in martiall deeds But he his father twenty times exceedes Enter the Duke of Byron D'Avuergne and Laffin Byr. My deare friends D'Avuergne and Laffin We neede no coniurations to conceale Our close intendments to aduance our states Euen with our merits which are now neclected Since Britaine is reduc't and breathlesse warre Hath sheath'd his sword and wrapt his Ensignes vp The King hath now no more vse of my valure And therefore I shall now no more enioy The credite that my seruice held with him My seruice that hath driuen through all extreames Through tempests droughts and through the deepest floods Winters of shot and ouer rockes so high That birds could scarce aspire their ridgy toppes The world is quite inuerted vertue throwne At Vices feete and sensuall peace confounds Valure and cowardise Fame and Infamy The rude and terrible age is turnd againe When the thicke ayre hid heauen and all the starres Were drown'd in humor tough and hard to peirse When the red Sunne held not his fixed place Kept not his certaine course his rise and set Nor yet distinguisht with his definite boundes Nor in his firme conuersions were discernd The fruitfull distances of time and place In the well varyed seasons of the yeare When th' incomposd incursions of floods Wasted and eat the earth and all things shewed Wilde and disordred nought was worse then now Wee must reforme and haue a new creation Of State and gouernment and on our Chaos Will I sit brooding vp another world I who through all the dangers that can siege The life of man haue forcst my glorious way To the repayring of my countries ruines Will ruine it againe to re-aduance it Romaine Camyllus safte the State of Rome With farre lesse merite then Byron hath France And how short of this is my recompence The king shall know I will haue better price Set on my seruices in spight of whome I will proclaime and ring my discontents Into the farthest eare of all the world Laff: How great a spirit he breaths how learnd how wise But worthy Prince you must giue temperate ayre To your vnmatcht and more then humaine winde Else will our plots be frost-bit in the flowre D'Au: Betwixt our selues we may giue liberall vent To all our fiery and displeas'd impressions Which nature could not entertaine with life Without some exhalation A wrongd thought Will breake a rib of steele Byr. My Princely friend Enough of these eruptions our graue Councellor Well knowes that great affaires will not be forg'd But vpon Anuills that are linde with wooll We must ascend to our intentions toppe Like Clowdes that be not seene till they be vp Laff: O you do too much rauish And my soule Offer to Musique in your numerous breath Sententious and so high it wakens death It is for these parts that the Spanish King Hath sworne to winne them to his side At any price or perrill That great Sauoy Offers his princely daughter and a dowry Amounting to fiue hundred thousand crownes With full transport of all the Soueraigne rights Belonging to the State of Burgondie Which marriage will be made the