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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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STC 4966; ESTC S107951
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Euerie night I le euer dedicate to thy delight Tam. Nay good my Lord esteeme not my desires Such doters on their humours that my iudgement Cannot subdue them to your worthier pleasure A wiues pleas'd husband must her obiect be In all her acts not her sooth'd fantasie Mont. Then come my loue Now pay those Rites to sleepe Thy faire eies owe him shall we now to bed Tam. O no my Lord your holy Frier saies All couplings in the day that touch the bed Adulterous are euen in the married Whose graue and worthie doctrine well I know Your faith in him will liberally allow Mont. Hee 's a most learned and Religious man Come to the Presence then and see great D'Ambois Fortunes proud mushrome shot vp in a night Stand like an Atlas vnderneath the King Which greatnesse with him Monsieur now enuies As bitterly and deadly as the Guise Tam. What he that was but yesterday his maker His raiser and preseruer Mont. Euen the same Each naturall agent workes but to this end To render that it works on like it selfe Which since the Monsieur in his act on D'Ambois Cannot to his ambitious end effect But that quite opposite the King hath power In his loue borne to D'Ambois to conuert The point of Monsieurs aime on his owne breast He turnes his outward loue to inward hate A Princes loue is like the lightnings fume Which no man can embrace but must consume Exeunt Henry D'Ambois Monsieur Guise Monts Elenor Tam. Pero Henr. Speake home my Bussy thy impartiall wordes Are like braue Faulcons that dare trusse a Fowle Much greater than themselues Flatterers are Kites That checke at nothing thou shalt be my Eagle And beare my thunder vnderneath thy wings Truths words like iewels hang in th' eares of Kings Buss. Would I might liue to see no Iewes hang there In steede of iewels sycophants I meane Who vse truth like the Diuell his true Foe Cast by the Angell to the pit of feares And bound in chaines truth seldome decks Kings eares Slaue flatterie like a Rippiers legs rowl'd vp In bootes of haie-ropes with Kings soothed guts Swadled and strappl'd now liues only free O t is a subtle knaue how like the plague Vnfelt he strikes into the braine of truth And rageth in his entrailes when he can Worse than the poison of a red hair'd man Henr. Flie at him and his broode I cast thee off And once more giue thee surname of mine Eagle Buss. I le make you sport enough then let me haue My lucerns too or dogges inur'd to hunt Beasts of most rapine but to put them vp And if I trusse not let me not be trusted Shew me a great man by the peoples voice Which is the voice of God that by his greatnesse Bumbasts his priuate roofes with publique riches That affects royaltie rising from a clapdish That rules so much more than his suffering King That he makes kings of his subordinate slaues Himselfe and them graduate like woodmongers Piling a stacke of billets from the earth Raising each other into steeples heights Let him conuey this on the turning proppes Of Protean Law and his owne counsell keeping Keepe all vpright let me but Hawlke at him I le play the Vulture and so thumpe his liuer That like a huge vnlading Argosea He shall confesse all and you then may hang him Shew me a Clergie man that is in voice A Larke of Heauen in heart a Mowle of earth That hath good liuing and a wicked life A temperate looke and a luxurious gut Turning the rents of his superfluous Cures Into your Phesants and your Partriches Venting their Quintessence as men read Hebrew Let me but hawlke at him and like the other He shall confesse all and you then may hang him Shew me a Lawyer that turnes sacred law The equall rendrer of each man his owne The scourge of Rapine and Extortion The Sanctuarie and impregnable defence Of retir'd learning and oppressed vertue Into a Harpye that eates all but 's owne Into the damned sins it punisheth Into the Synagogue of theeues and Atheists Blood into gold and iustice into lust Let me but hawlke at him as at the tother He shall confesse all and you then may hang him Gui. Where will you finde such game as you would hawlke at Buss. I le hawlke about your house for one of them Gui. Come y' are a glorious Ruffin and runne proud Of the Kings headlong graces hold your breath Or by that poison'd vapour not the King Shall backe your murtherous valour against me Buss. I would the King would make his presence free But for one charge betwixt vs By the reuerence Due to the sacred space twixt kings and subiects Heere would I make thee cast that popular purple In which thy proud soule sits and braues thy soueraigne Mons. Peace peace I pray thee peace Buss. Let him peace first that made the first warre Mons. Hee 's the better man Buss. And therefore may doe worst Mons. He has more titles Buss. So Hydra had more heads Mons. Hee 's greater knowne Buss. His greatnesse is the peoples mine 's mine owne Mons. Hee 's noblie borne Buss. He is not I am noble And noblesse in his blood hath no gradation But in his merit Gui. Th' art not nobly borne But bastard to the Cardinall of Ambois Buss. Thou liest proud Guiserd let me flie my Lord Henr. Not in my face my Eagle violence flies The Sanctuaries of a Princes eies Buss. Still shall we chide and some vpon this bit Is the Guise only great in faction Stands he not by himselfe Prooues he th' Opinion That mens soules are without them Be a Duke And lead me to the field Guis. Come follow me Henr. Stay them stay D'Ambois Cosen Guise I wonder Your equall disposition brookes so ill A man so good that only would vphold Man in his natiue noblesse from whose fall All our dissentions rise that in himselfe Without the outward patches of our frailtie Riches and honour knowes he comprehends Worth with the greatest Kings had neuer borne Such boundlesse eminence ouer other men Had all maintain'd the spirit and state of D'Ambois Nor had the full impartiall hand of nature That all things gaue in her originall Without these definite terms of Mine and Thine Beene turn'd vniustly to the hand of Fortune Had all preseru'd her in her prime like D'Ambois No enuie no disiunction had dissolu'd Or pluck'd out one sticke of the golden fagot In which the world of Saturne was compris'd Had all beene held together with the nerues The genius and th' ingenuous soule of D'Ambois Let my hand therefore be the Hermean rodde To part and reconcile and so conserue you As my combin'd embracers and supporters Buss. T is our Kings motion and wee shall not seeme To worst eies womanish though wee change thus soone Neuer so great grudge for his greater pleasure Gui. I seale to that and so the manly freedome That you so much professe heereafter prooue
not A bold and glorious licence to depraue To mee his hand shall prooue the Hermean rodde His grace affects in which submissiue signe On this his sacred right hand I lay mine Buss. T is well my Lord and so your worthie greatnesse Engender not the greater insolence Nor make you thinke it a Prerogatiue To racke mens freedomes with the ruder wrongs My hand stucke full of lawrell in true signe T is wholly dedicate to righteous peace In all submission kisseth th' other side Hen. Thankes to ye both and kindly I inuite ye Both to a banquet where wee le sacrifice Full cups to confirmation of yours loues At which faire Ladies I entreat your presence Exeunt Henry D'Amb. Ely Ta Mons. What had my bounty drunke when it rais'd him Gui. Y 'aue stucke vs vp a very proper flag That takes more winde than we with all our sailes Mons. O so he spreds and flourishes Gui. He must downe Vpstarts should neuer perch too neere a crowne Mons. T is true my Lord and as this doting hand Euen out of earth like Iuno strooke this giant So Ioues great ordinance shal be heere implide To strike him vnder th' Aetna of his pride To which worke lend your hands and let vs cast Where we may set snares for his gadding greatnes I thinke it best amongst our greatest women For there is no such trap to catch an vpstart As a loose downfall and indeed their fals Are th' ends of all mens rising if great men And wise make scapes to please aduantage T is with a woman women that woorst may Still hold mens candles they direct and know All things amisse in all men and their women All things amisse in them through whose charmd mouthes We may see all the close scapes of the Court When the most royall beast of chace being old And cunning in his choice of layres and haunts Can neuer be discouered to the bow The peece or hound yet where his custome is To beat his vault and he ruts with his hinde The place is markt and by his Venery He still is taken Shall we then attempt The chiefest meane to that discouery heere And court our greatest Ladies greatest women With shews of loue and liberall promises T is but our breath If something giuen in hand Sharpen their hopes of more twilbe well venterd Gui. No doubt of that and t is an excellent point Of our deuis'd inuestigation Mons. I haue already broke the ice my Lord With the most trusted woman of your Countesse And hope I shall wade through to our discouery Mont. Take say of her my Lord she comes most fitly And we will to the other Enter Charlot Anable Pero Gui. Y' are engag'd An. Nay pray my Lord forbeare Mont. What skittish seruant An. No my Lord I am not so fit for your seruice Char. Pray pardon me now my Lord my Lady expects me Gui. I le satisfie her expectation as far as an vnkle may Mons. Well said a spirt of Courtship of all hands Now mine owne Pero hast thou remembred mee For the discouery I entreated thee to make concerning Thy Mistresse speak boldly and be sure of all things I haue promised Pero Building on that you haue sworne my Lord I may speake and much the rather because my Lady hath not trusted me with that I can tell you for now I cannot be said to betray her Mons. That 's all one so it bee not to one that will betray thee foorth I beseech thee Per. To tell you truth my Lord I haue made a strange discouery Mons. Excellent Pero thou reuiu'st me may I sincke quicke into earth heere if my tongue discouer it Per. T is thus then This last night my Lord lay foorth and I wondring my Ladies sitting vp stole at midnight from my pallat and hauing before made a hole both through the wall and arras to her inmost chamber I saw D'Ambois and she set close at a banquet Mons. D'Ambois Per. Euen he my Lord Mons. Dost thou not dreame wench Per. No my Lord he is the man Mons. The diuell he is and thy Lady his dam infinite regions betwixt a womans tongue and her heart is this our Goddesse of chastity I thought I could not be so sleighted if shee had not her freight besides and therefore plotted this with her woman deare Pero I will aduance thee for euer but tell mee now Gods pretious it transformes me with admiration sweet Pero whom should she trust with his conueiance Or all the doores being made sure how could his conueiance bee performed Per. Nay my Lord that amazes me I cannot by any study so much as guesse at it Mons. Well le ts fauour our apprehensions with forbearing that a little for if my heart were not hoopt with adamant the conceipt of this would haue burst it but hearke thee Char. I sweare to your Grace all that I can coniecture touching my Lady your Neece is a strong affection she beares to the English Mylor Gui. All quod you t is enough I assure you but tell me Mont. I pray thee resolue me the Duke will neuer imagine that I am busie about 's wife hath D'Ambois any priuy accesse to her An. No my Lord D'Ambois neglects her as she takes it and is therefore suspicious that either your Lady or the Countesse Beaupre hath closely entertaind him Mont. Ber lady a likely suspition and very neere the life if she marks it especially of my wife Mons. Come we 'l put off all with seeming onely to haue courted away drie palme sh 'as a liuer as hard as a bisket a man may goe a whole voyage with her and get nothing but tempests at her windpipe Gui. Heer 's one I thinke has swallowd a porcupine she casts pricks from her tongue so Mont. And heer 's a peacock seemes to haue deuourd one of the Alpes she has so swelling a spirit and is so cold of her kindnesse Char. We be no windfals my Lord ye must gather vs with the ladder of matrimony or we 'l hang till we be rotten Mons. Indeed that 's the way to make ye right openarses But ahlas ye haue no portions fit for such husbands as we wish you Per. Portions my Lord yes and such portions as your principality cannot purchase Mons. What woman what are those portions Per. Riddle my riddle my Lord Mons. I marry wench I thinke thy portion is a right riddle a man shall neuer finde it out but le ts heare it Per. You shall my Lord What 's that that being most rar 's most cheape That if you sow you neuer reape That when it growes most most you in it And still you lose it when you win it That when t is commonest t is dearest And when t is farthest off 't is neerest Mons. Is this your portion Per. Euen this my Lord Mons. Beleeue me I cannot riddle it Per. No my Lord t is my chastity which you shall neither riddle nor fiddle Mons. Your chastity let me begin with