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Revenge for honour a tragedie / by George Chapman.
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Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.; Glapthorne, Henry. Paraside. 1654.
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got a palsie I 'me commanded to summon you before your father and hope you 'l obey his mandate Abil. Willingly what 's my offence Tarifa Tar. Would you knew not I did presage your too unruly passions would hurry you to some disast'rous act but ne're imagin'd you 'd have been so lost to masculine honor to commit a rape on that unhappy object of your love whom now y 'ave made the spoil of your foul lust the much wrong'd wife of Mura Abil. Why do's Mura charge me with his Caropia's rape Tar. This warrant sent by your angry father testifies he means to appeach you of it Abil. 'T is my fortune all natural motions when they approach their end hast to draw to 't with accustom'd swiftnesse Rivers with greedier speed run neere their out-falls than at their springs But I 'me resolv'd let what happen that will I 'le stand it and defend Carpoia's honor though mine own I ruin Who dares not dye to justifie his love deserves not to enjoy her Come Tarifa what e're befall I 'me resolute He dies glorious that falls loves innocent sacrifice Exeunt ACTUS QUARTUS Scena I. Enter Almanzor Abilqualit Tarifa and Mura Al. NO more Tarifa you 'l provoke our anger if you appear in this cause so solicitous the act is too apparent nor shal you need injur'd Mura to implore our justice which with impartial doome shall fal on him more rigorously then on a strange offender O Abilqualit for the name of Son when thou forsookst thy native virtue left thee Were all thy blood thy youth and fortunes glories of no more value then to be expos'd to ruine for one vice at whose name only the furies start and bashful fronted justice hides her amaz'd head But it is now bootless to shew a fathers pitie in my grief for thy amiss As I 'me to be thy Judg be resolute I 'll take as little notice thou art my off-spring as the wandring clouds do of the showers which when they 've bred to ripenesse they straight disperse through the vast earth forgotten Abil. I 'me sorrie Sir that my unhappie chance should draw your anger on me my long silence declares I have on that excelling sweetnesse that unexampled pattern of chast goodnesse Caropia acted violence I confess I lov'd the Ladie and when no perswasions serv'd to prevail on her too stubborn incenss'd by force I sought my purpose and obtain'd it nor do I yet so much I prize the sweetnesse of that unvalued purchase find repentance in any abject thought what ere fals on me from your sterne rigor in a cause so precious wil be a pleasing punishment Al. Yon are grown a glorious malefactor that dare brave thus the awful rod of justice Lost young man for thou' rt no child of mine dost not consider to what a state of desperate destruction thy wild lust has betrai'd thee What rich blessings that I may make thee sensible of thy sins by showing thee thy suffering hast thou lost by thy irregular folly First my love which never more must meet thee scarce in pitie the glorie flowing from thy former actions stopt up for ever and those lustful eies by whose deprival thou' rt depriv'd of being capable of this Empire to the law which wil exact them forfeited Cal in there a Surgeon and our Mutts to execute this act Enter Surg. Muts of justice on the unworthie traitor upon whom my just wak'd wrath shall have no more compassion then the incens'd flames have on perishing wretches that wilfully leap into them Tar. O my Lord that which on others would be fitting justice on him your hopeful though offending son wil be exemplar crueltie his youth Sir that hath abounded with so many vertues is an excuse sufficient for one vice he is not yours only hee 's your Empires destin'd by nature and successions priviledg when you in peace are shrowded in your marble to weild this Scepter after you O do not by putting out his eies deprive your Subjects of light and leave them to dul mournful darknesse Al. 'T is but in vain I am inexorable If those on which his eyes hang were my heart strings I 'de cut them out rather then wound my Justice nor dos't befit thy vertue intercede for him in this cause horrid and prodigious the crime 'gainst me was acted 't was a rape upon my honour more then on her whitenesse his was from mine derivative as each stream is from its spring so that he has polluted by his foul fact my fame my truth my goodnesse strucken through my dignitie by his violence nay started in their peaceful urnes the ashes of all my glorious Ancestors defil'd the memorie of their stil descendent vertues nay with a killing frost nipt the fair blossomes that did presage such goodly fruit arising from his own hopeful youth Mur. I ask but justice those eyes that led him to unlawful objects t is fit should suffer for 't a lasting blindnesse the Sun himself when he darts rayes lascivious such as ingender by too piercing fervence intemperate and infectious heats straight wears obscuritie from the clouds his own beams raises I have been your Souldier Sir and fought your battails for all my services I beg but justice which is the Subjects best prerogative the Princes greatest attribute and for a fact then which none can be held more black and hideous which has betrai'd to an eclipse the brightest star in th' heaven of vertues the just law does for 't ordain a punishment which I hope you the laws righteous guider wil according to equitie see executed Tar. Why that law was only made for common malefactors but has no force to extend unto the Prince to whom the law it self must become subject This hopeful Prince look on him great Almanzor and in his eyes those volumes of all graces which you like erring Meteors would extinguish read your own lively figure the best storie of your youths noblest vigor let not wrath Sir o'recome your pietie nay your humane pity 'T is in your brest my Lord yet to shew mercie that precious attribute of heavens true goodnesse even to your self your son me thinks that name should have a power to interdict your Justice in its too rigorous progress Abil. Dear Tarifa I 'me more afflicted at the intercessions then at the view of my approaching torments which I wil meet with fortitude and boldness too base to shake now at one personal danger when I 've incountred thousand perils fearless Nor do I blame my gracious fathers Justice though it precede his nature I 'ld not have him for my sake forfeit that for which hee 's famous his uncorrupted equitie nor repine I at my destinie my eies have had delights sufficient in Caropia's beauties to serve my thoughtâ— for after contemplations nor can I ever covet a new object since they can ne're hope to incounter any of equal worth and sweetness Yet hark Tarifa to thy secresie I wil impart my dearest inmost counsels if I
REVENGE FOR HONOUR A TRAGEDIE BY GEORGE CHAPMAN LONDON Printed in the Yeer 1654 The Persons Acting Almanzor Caliph of Arabia Abilqualit his eldest Son Abrahen his Son by a second Wife Brother to Abilqualit Tarifa an old General Conqueror of Spain Tutor to Abilqualit Mura a rough Lord a Souldier Kinsman by his Mother to Abrahen Simanthes a Court-Lord allyed to Abrahen Selinthus an honest merrie Court Lord Mesithes a Court Eunuch Attendant on Abilqualit Osman a Captain to Tarifa Gaselles another Captain Caropia Wife to Mura first beloved of Abrahen then of Abilqualit Perilinda her Woman Souldiers Guard Muts Attendants PROLOGUE Our Author thinks 't is not i' th power of Wit Invention Art nor Industrie to fit The several phantasies which in this age With a predominant humour rule the Stage Some men cry out for Satyr others chuse Meerly to story to confine each Muse Most like no Play but such as gives large birth To that which they judiciously term mirth Nor wil the best works with their liking crown Except 't be grac'd with part of foole or clown Hard and severe the task is then to write So as may please each various appetite Our Author hopes wel though that in this Play He has endeavour'd so he justly may Gain liking from you all unlesse those few Who wil dislike be 't ne're so good so new The rather Gentlemen he hopes cause I Am a main Actor in this Tragedie You 've grac'd me sometimes in another Sphear And I do hope you 'l not dislike me here REVENGE FOR HONOUR ACTUS PRIMUS Scena I. Enter Selinthus Gaselles and Osman Sel. NO murmurings Noble Captains Gas Murmurings Cosen this Peace is worse to men of war and action then fasting in the face o' th' fo or lodging on the cold earth Give me the Camp say I where in the Sutlers palace on pay-day we may the precious liquor quaff and kisse his buxome wife who though she be not clad in Persian Silks or costly Tyrian Purples has a clean skin soft thighes and wholsome corps fit for the trayler of the puissant Pike to sollace in delight with Os. Here in your lewd Citie the Harlots do avoid us sons o' th' Sword worse then a severe Officer Besides here men o' th' Shop can gorge their mustie maws with the delicious Capon and fat limbs of Mutton large enough to be held shoulders o' th' Ram ancoâ—ge the 1â— Signes while for pure want your souldier oft dines at the charge o' th' dead 'mong tombs in the great Mosque Sel. 'T is beleev'd Coz and by the wisest few too that i' th' Camp you do not feed on pleasant poults a sallad and without oyl or vinegar appeases sometimes your guts although they keep more noise then a large pool ful of ingendring frogs Then for accoutrements you wear the Buff as you believ'd it heresie to change for linnen Surely most of yours is spent in lint to make long tents for your green wounds after an onslaught Gas Coz these are sad truths incident to fraile mortals Sel. You yet crie out with more eagernesse stil for new wars then women for new fashions Os. 'T is confess'd Peace is more opposite to my nature then the running ach in the rich Usurers feet when he roars out as if he were in hel before his time Why I love mischief Coz when one may do 't securely to cut throats with a licencious pleasure when good men and true o' th Jurie with their frostie beards shall not have power to give the noble wesand which has the steele defied to th' hanging mercy of the ungracious cord Sel. Gentlemen both and Cozens mine I do believe 't much pity to strive to reconvert you from the faith you have been bred in though your large discourse and praise wherein you magnifie your Mistriss Warr shall scarce drive me from my quiet sheets to sleep upon a turfe But pray say Cozens How do you like your General Prince is he a right Mars Gas As if his Nurse had lapt him in swadling clouts of steele a very Hector and Alcibiades Sel. It seems he does not relish these boasted sweets of warre for all his triumphs he is reported melancholy Os. Want of exercise renders all men of actions dul as dormise your Souldier only can dance to the Drum and sing a Hymn of joy to the sweet Trumpet there 's no musick like it Enter Abrahen Mura and Simanthes Ab. I 'll know the cause he shall deny me hardly else Mu. His melancholy known whence it rises once 't may much conduce to help our purpose Gas Pray Coz what Lords are these they seem as ful of plot as Generals are in Siege they 're very serious Sel. That young Stripling is our great Emperors son by his last wife that in the rich Imbroidery 's the Court Hermes one that has hatcht more projects then the ovens in Egypt chickens the other though they cal friends his meer opposite Planet Mars one that does put on a reserv'd gravitie which some call wisdom the rough Souldier Mura Governour o' th Moroccos Os. Him we 've heard of before but Cozen shal that man of trust thy tailor furnish us with new accoutrements hast thou tane order for them Sel. Yes yes you shal flourish in fresh habiliments but you must promise me not to ingage your corporal oathes you wil see 't satisfied at the next press out of the profits that arise from ransome of those rich yeomans heires that dare not look the fierce foe in the face Gas Doubt not our truths though we be given much to contradictions we wil not pawn oaths of that nature Sel. Wel then this note does fetch the garments meet me Cozens anon at Supper Exeunt Gas Os. Os. Honourable Coz we wil come give our thanks Enter Abilqualit Ab. My gracious brother make us not such a stranger to your thoughts to consume all your honors in close retirements perhaps since you from Spain return'd a victor with the worlds conqueror Alexander you greive Nature ordain'd no other earths to vanquish if 't be so Princely brother we 'le bear part in your heroique melancholy Abil. Gentle youth press me no farther I stil hold my temper free and unshaken only some fond thoughts of trivial moment cal my faculties to private meditations Sim. Howsoe're your Hignesse does please to term them 't is meer melancholy which next to sin is the greatest maladie that can oppress mans soul Sel. They say right and that your Grace may see what a meer madnesse a very mid-summer frenzy 't is to be melancholy for any man that wants no monie I with your pardon wil discusse unto you all sorts all sizes persons and conditions that are infected with it and the reasons why it in each arises Ab. Learned Selinthus Let 's tast of thy Philosophie Mu. Pish 'T is unwelcome to any of judgment this fond prate I marvel that our Emperor dos permit fools to abound i th' Court Sel. What