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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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then Be not more rude than the wild seed of vapor To her that is more gentle than it rude In whom kind nature sufferd one offence But to set of her other excellence Mont. Good father leaue vs interrupt no more The course I must run for mine honour sake Relie on my loue to her which her fault Cannot extinguish will she but disclose Who was the hatefull minister of her loue And through what maze he seru'd it we are friends Com. It is a damn'd worke to pursue those secrets That would ope more sinne and prooue springs of slaughter Nor is 't a path for Christian feete to touch But out of all way to the health of soules A sinne impossible to be forgiuen Which he that dares commit Mont. Good father cease Tempt not a man distracted I am apt To outrages that I shall euer rue I will not passe the verge that boundes a Christian Nor breake the limits of a man nor husband Com. Then God inspire ye both with thoughts and deedes Worthie his high respect and your owne soules Exit Com. Mont. Who shall remooue the mountaine from my heart Ope the seuentimes-heat furnace of my thoughts And set fit outcries for a soule in hell Mont. turnes a key O now it nothing fits my cares to speake But thunder or to take into my throat The trumpe of Heauen with whose determinate blasts The windes shall burst and the enraged seas Be drunke vp in his soundes that my hot woes Vented enough I might conuert to vapour Ascending from my infamie vnseene Shorten the world preuenting the last breath That kils the liuing and regenerates death Tamy. My Lord my fault as you may censure it With too strong arguments is past your pardon But how the circumstances may excuse mee God knowes and your more temperate minde heereafter May let my penitent miseries make you know Mont. Heereafter T is a suppos'd infinite That from this point will rise eternally Fame growes in going in the scapes of vertue Excuses damne her They be fires in Cities Enrag'd with those windes that lesse lights extinguish Come Syren sing and dash against my rockes Thy ruffin Gallie laden for thy lust Sing and put all the nets into thy voice With which thou drew'st into thy strumpets lappe The spawne of Venus and in which ye danc'd That in thy laps steede I may digge his toombe And quit his manhoode with a womans sleight Who neuer is deceiu'd in her deceit Sing that is write and then take from mine eies The mists that hide the most inscrutable Pandar That euer lapt vp an adulterous vomit That I may see the diuell and suruiue To be a diuell and then learne to wiue That I may hang him and then cut him downe Then cut him vp and with my soules beams search The crankes and cauernes of his braine and studie The errant wildernesse of a womans face Where men cannot get out for all the Comets That haue beene lighted at it though they know That Adders lie a sunning in their smiles That Basilisks drinke their poison from their eies And no way there to coast out to their hearts Yet still they wander there and are not stai'd Till they be fetter'd nor secure before All cares distract them nor in humane state Till they embrace within their wiues two breasts All Pelion and Cythaeron with their beasts Why write you not Tam. O good my Lord forbeare In wreake of great sins to engender greater And make my loues corruption generate murther Mont. It followes needefully as childe and parent The chaine-shot of thy lust is yet aloft And it must murther t is thine owne deare twinne No man can adde height to a womans sinne Vice neuer doth her iust hate so prouoke As when she rageth vnder vertues cloake Write For it must be by this ruthlesse steele By this impartiall torture and the death Thy tyrannies haue inuented in my entrailes To quicken life in dying and hold vp The spirits in fainting teaching to preserue Torments in ashes that will euer last Speake Will you write Tam. Sweete Lord enioine my sinne Some other penance than what makes it worse Hide in some gloomie dungeon my loth'd face And let condemned murtherers let me downe Stopping their noses my abhorred foode Hang me in chaines and let me eat these armes That haue offended Binde me face to face To some dead woman taken from the Cart Of Execution till death and time In graines of dust dissolue me I le endure Or any torture that your wraths inuention Can fright all pittie from the world withall But to betray a friend with shew of friendship That is too common for the rare reuenge Your rage affecteth heere then are my breasts Last night your pillowes heere my wretched armes As late the wished confines of your life Now breake them as you please and all the boundes Of manhoode noblesse and religion Mont. Where all these haue beene broken they are kept In doing their iustice there Thine armes haue lost Their priuiledge in lust and in their torture Thus they must pay it Tam. O Lord Mont. Till thou writ'st I le write in wounds my wrongs fit characters Thy right of sufferance Write Tam. O kill me kill me Deare husband be not crueller than death You haue beheld some Gorgon Feele ô feele How you are turn'd to stone with my heart blood Dissolue your selfe againe or you will grow Into the image of all Tyrannie Mont. As thou art of adulterie I will still Prooue thee my like in ill being most a monster Thus I expresse thee yet Tam. And yet I liue Mont. I for thy monstrous idoll is not done yet This toole hath wrought enough now Torture vse This other engine on th' habituate powers Of her thrice damn'd and whorish fortitude Vse the most madding paines in her that euer Thy venoms sok'd through making most of death That she may weigh her wrongs with them and then Stand vengeance on thy steepest rocke a victor Tamy. O who is turn'd into my Lord and husband Husband My Lord None but my Lord and husband Heauen I aske thee remission of my sinnes Not of my paines husband ô helpe me husband Com. What rape of honour and religion O wracke of nature Tam. Poore man ô my father Father looke vp ô let me downe my Lord And I will write Mont. Author of prodigies What new flame breakes out of the firmament That turnes vp counsels neuer knowne before Now is it true earth mooues and heauen stands still Euen Heauen it selfe must see and suffer ill The too huge bias of the world hath swai'd Her backe-part vpwards and with that she braues This Hemisphere that long her mouth hath mockt The grauitie of her religious face Now growne too waighty with her sacriledge And here discernd sophisticate enough Turnes to th' Antipodes and all the formes That her illusions haue imprest in her Haue eaten through her backe and now all see How she is riueted with hypocrisie
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