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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Bussy D'Ambois and The Revenge of Bussy D'Ambois + +Author: George Chapman + +Editor: Frederick S. Boas + +Release Date: March 24, 2007 [EBook #20890] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BUSSY D'AMBOIS *** + + + + +Produced by Melissa Er-Raqabi, Ted Garvin, Lisa Reigel, +Michael Zeug, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team +at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class = "mynote"><p>Transcriber's Note:<br /><br /> +Greek words that may not display correctly in all browsers are +transliterated in the text like this: +<ins class="greekcorr" title="biblos">βιβλος</ins>. +Position your mouse over the line to see the transliteration.</p> + +<p>A few typographical errors have been corrected--a complete list +follows the text.</p></div> + +<p class="gap"> </p> +<h1>BUSSY D'AMBOIS</h1> + +<h3>AND</h3> + +<h1>THE REVENGE OF<br /> +BUSSY D'AMBOIS</h1> + +<p class="smgap"> </p> +<h2><span class="smcap">By</span> GEORGE CHAPMAN<br /></h2> + +<p class="gap"> </p> +<h4>EDITED BY</h4> +<h3>FREDERICK S. BOAS, M.A.</h3> + +<h5>PROFESSOR OF ENGLISH LITERATURE IN<br /> +QUEEN'S COLLEGE, BELFAST</h5> + +<p class="gap"> </p> +<h4>BOSTON, U.S.A., AND LONDON<br /> +D. C. HEATH & CO., PUBLISHERS<br /> +1905</h4> + +<p class="gap"> </p> +<h4>COPYRIGHT, 1905, BY<br /> +D. C. HEATH & CO.<br /></h4> + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /> + +<h2>Table of Contents</h2> + +<div class="toc"> +<p><a href="#Prefatory_Note">Prefatory Note</a><br /> +<a href="#Biography">Biography</a><br /> +<a href="#Introduction">Introduction</a><br /></p> + +<p>BUSSY D'AMBOIS<br /> +<span class="listsubitem"><a href="#Bussy_Text">The Text</a></span><br /> +<span class="listsubitem"><a href="#Bussy_Sources">Sources</a></span><br /> +<span class="listsubitem"><a href="#Bussy_Prologue">Prologue</a></span><br /> +<span class="listsubitem"><a href="#Bussy_Dramatis_Personae">Dramatis Personæ</a></span><br /> +<span class="listsubitem"><a href="#Bussy_I_i">Actus primi Scena prima.</a></span><br /> +<span class="subsubitem"><a href="#Bussy_I_ii">Scena Secunda.</a></span><br /> +<span class="listsubitem"><a href="#Bussy_II_i">Actus Secund[i.] Scena Prima.</a></span><br /> +<span class="subsubitem"><a href="#Bussy_II_ii">Scena Secunda.</a></span><br /> +<span class="listsubitem"><a href="#Bussy_III_i">Actus Tertii Scena Prima.</a></span><br /> +<span class="subsubitem"><a href="#Bussy_III_ii">Scena Secunda.</a></span><br /> +<span class="listsubitem"><a href="#Bussy_IV_i">Actus Quarti Scena Prima.</a></span><br /> +<span class="subsubitem"><a href="#Bussy_IV_ii">Scena Secunda.</a></span><br /> +<span class="listsubitem"><a href="#Bussy_V_i">Actus Quinti Scena Prima.</a></span><br /> +<span class="subsubitem"><a href="#Bussy_V_ii">Scena Secunda.</a></span><br /> +<span class="subsubitem"><a href="#Bussy_V_iii">Scena Tertia.</a></span><br /> +<span class="subsubitem"><a href="#Bussy_V_iv">Scena Quarta.</a></span><br /> +<span class="listsubitem"><a href="#Bussy_Epilogue">Epilogue</a></span><br /> +<span class="listsubitem"><a href="#Bussy_Notes">Notes To Bussy D'Ambois</a></span><br /></p> + +<p><br />THE REVENGE OF BUSSY D'AMBOIS<br /> +<span class="listsubitem"><a href="#Revenge_Text">The Text</a></span><br /> +<span class="listsubitem"><a href="#Revenge_Sources">Sources</a></span><br /> +<span class="listsubitem"><a href="#Revenge_Actors">The Actors Names</a></span><br /> +<span class="listsubitem"><a href="#Revenge_I_i">Actus primi Scæna prima.</a></span><br /> +<span class="subsubitem"><a href="#Revenge_I_ii">Scæna Secunda.</a></span><br /> +<span class="listsubitem"><a href="#Revenge_II_i">Actus secundi Scæna prima.</a></span><br /> +<span class="listsubitem"><a href="#Revenge_III_i">Actus tertii Scæna prima.</a></span><br /> +<span class="subsubitem"><a href="#Revenge_III_ii">Scæna Secunda.</a></span><br /> +<span class="subsubitem"><a href="#Revenge_III_iii">Scæna Tertia.</a></span><br /> +<span class="subsubitem"><a href="#Revenge_III_iv">Scæna Quarta.</a></span><br /> +<span class="listsubitem"><a href="#Revenge_IV_i">Actus quarti Scæna prima.</a></span><br /> +<span class="subsubitem"><a href="#Revenge_IV_ii">Scæna secunda.</a></span><br /> +<span class="subsubitem"><a href="#Revenge_IV_iii">Scæna tertia.</a></span><br /> +<span class="subsubitem"><a href="#Revenge_IV_iv">Scæna quarta.</a></span><br /> +<span class="subsubitem"><a href="#Revenge_IV_v">Scæna quinta.</a></span><br /> +<span class="listsubitem"><a href="#Revenge_V_i">Actus quinti Scæna prima.</a></span><br /> +<span class="subsubitem"><a href="#Revenge_V_ii">Scæna secunda.</a></span><br /> +<span class="subsubitem"><a href="#Revenge_V_iii">Scæna tertia.</a></span><br /> +<span class="subsubitem"><a href="#Revenge_V_iv">Scæna quarta.</a></span><br /> +<span class="subsubitem"><a href="#Revenge_V_v">Scæna quinta.</a></span><br /> +<span class="listsubitem"><a href="#Revenge_Notes">Notes to The Revenge of Bussy D'Ambois</a></span><br /></p> + +<p><br /><a href="#Appendix_A">Appendix A</a><br /> +<a href="#Appendix_B">Appendix B</a><br /> +<a href="#Bibliography">Bibliography</a><br /> +<a href="#Glossary">Glossary</a><br /></p> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="Prefatory_Note" id="Prefatory_Note"></a>Prefatory Note</h2> + + +<p>In this volume an attempt is made for the first time to edit <i>Bussy +D'Ambois</i> and <i>The Revenge of Bussy D'Ambois</i> in a manner suitable to +the requirements of modern scholarship. Of the relations of this edition +to its predecessors some details are given in the Notes on the Text of +the two plays. But in these few prefatory words I should like to call +attention to one or two points, and make some acknowledgments.</p> + +<p>The immediate source of <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i> still remains undiscovered. But +the episodes in the career of Chapman's hero, vouched for by +contemporaries like Brantôme and Marguerite of Valois, and related in +some detail in my <i>Introduction</i>, are typical of the material which the +dramatist worked upon. And an important clue to the spirit in which he +handled it is the identification, here first made, of part of Bussy's +dying speech with lines put by Seneca into the mouth of Hercules in his +last agony on Mount Œta. The exploits of D'Ambois were in Chapman's +imaginative vision those of a semi-mythical hero rather than of a +Frenchman whose life overlapped with his own.</p> + +<p>On the <i>provenance</i> of <i>The Revenge of Bussy D'Ambois</i> I have been +fortunately able, with valuable assistance from others, to cast much new +light. In an article in <i>The Athenæum</i>, Jan. 10, 1903, I showed that the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[Pg iv]</a></span>immediate source of many of the episodes in the play was Edward +Grimeston's translation (1607) of Jean de Serres's <i>Inventaire Général +de l'Histoire de France</i>. Since that date I owe to Mr. H. Richards, +Fellow of Wadham College, Oxford, the important discovery that a number +of speeches in the play are borrowed from the <i>Discourses</i> of Epictetus, +from whom Chapman drew his conception of the character of Clermont +D'Ambois. My brother-in-law, Mr. S. G. Owen, Student of Christ Church, +has given me valuable help in explaining some obscure classical +allusions. Dr. J. A. H. Murray, the editor of the <i>New English +Dictionary</i>, has kindly furnished me with the interpretation of a +difficult passage in <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i>; and Mr. W. J. Craig, editor of +the <i>Arden</i> Shakespeare, and Mr. Le Gay Brereton, of the University of +Sidney, have been good enough to proffer helpful suggestions. Finally I +am indebted to Professor George P. Baker, the General Editor of this +Series, for valuable advice and help on a large number of points, while +the proofs of this volume were passing through the press.</p> + +<p class="author">F. S. B.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[Pg v]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="Biography" id="Biography"></a>Biography</h2> + + +<p>George Chapman was probably born in the year after Elizabeth's +accession. Anthony Wood gives 1557 as the date, but the inscription on +his portrait, prefixed to the edition of <i>The Whole Works of Homer</i> in +1616, points to 1559. He was a native of Hitchin in Hertfordshire, as we +learn from an allusion in his poem <i>Euthymiæ Raptus</i> or <i>The Teares of +Peace</i>, and from W. Browne's reference to him in <i>Britannia's Pastorals</i> +as "the learned shepheard of faire Hitching Hill." According to Wood "in +1574 or thereabouts, he being well grounded in school learning was sent +to the University." Wood is uncertain whether he went first to Oxford or +to Cambridge, but he is sure, though he gives no authority for the +statement, that Chapman spent some time at the former "where he was +observed to be most excellent in the Latin & Greek tongues, but not in +logic or philosophy, and therefore I presume that that was the reason +why he took no degree there."</p> + +<p>His life for almost a couple of decades afterwards is a blank, though it +has been conjectured on evidences drawn from <i>The Shadow of Night</i> and +<i>Alphonsus Emperor of Germany</i>, respectively, that he served in one of +Sir F. Vere's campaigns in the Netherlands, and that he travelled in +Germany. <i>The Shadow of Night</i>, consisting of two "poeticall hymnes" +appeared in 1594, and is his first extant work. It was followed in 1595 +by <i>Ovid's Banquet of Sence</i>, <i>The Amorous Zodiac</i>, and other poems. +These early compositions, while containing fine passages, are obscure +and crabbed in style.<a name="FNanchor_V:1_1" id="FNanchor_V:1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_V:1_1" class="fnanchor">[v:1]</a> In 1598 appeared Marlowe's fragmentary <i>Hero +and Leander</i> with Chapman's continuation. By this year he had +established his <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[Pg vi]</a></span>position as a playwright, for Meres in his <i>Palladis +Tamia</i> praises him both as a writer of tragedy and of comedy. We know +from Henslowe's <i>Diary</i> that his earliest extant comedy <i>The Blinde +Begger of Alexandria</i> was produced on February 12, 1596, and that for +the next two or three years he was working busily for this enterprising +manager. <i>An Humerous dayes Myrth</i> (pr. 1599), and <i>All Fooles</i> (pr. +1605) under the earlier title of <i>The World Runs on Wheels</i>,<a name="FNanchor_VI:1_2" id="FNanchor_VI:1_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_VI:1_2" class="fnanchor">[vi:1]</a> were +composed during this period.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile he had begun the work with which his name is most closely +linked, his translation of Homer. The first instalment, entitled <i>Seaven +Bookes of the Iliades of Homere, Prince of Poets</i>, was published in +1598, and was dedicated to the Earl of Essex. After the Earl's execution +Chapman found a yet more powerful patron, for, as we learn from the +letters printed recently in <i>The Athenæum</i> (cf. <i>Bibliography</i>, sec. +<span class="smcap">iii</span>), he was appointed about 1604 "sewer (i. e. cupbearer) in ordinary," +to Prince Henry, eldest son of James I. The Prince encouraged him to +proceed with his translation, and about 1609 appeared the first twelve +books of the <i>Iliad</i> (including the seven formerly published) with a +fine "Epistle Dedicatory," to "the high-born Prince of men, Henry." In +1611 the version of the <i>Iliad</i> was completed, and that of the <i>Odyssey</i> +was, at Prince Henry's desire, now taken in hand. But the untimely death +of the Prince, on November 6th, 1612, dashed all Chapman's hopes of +receiving the anticipated reward of his labours. According to a petition +which he addressed to the Privy Council, the Prince had promised him on +the conclusion of his translation £300, and "uppon his deathbed a good +pension during my life." Not only were both of these withheld, but he +was deprived of his post of "sewer" by Prince Charles. Nevertheless he +completed the version of the <i>Odyssey</i> in 1614, and in 1616 he published +a folio volume entitled <i>The Whole Works of Homer</i>. The translation, in +spite of its inaccuracies and its "conceits," is, by virtue of its +sustained dignity and vigour, one of the noblest monuments of +Elizabethan genius.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</a></span> +By 1605, if not earlier, Chapman had resumed his work for the stage. In +that year he wrote conjointly with Marston and Jonson the comedy of +<i>Eastward Hoe</i>. On account of some passages reflecting on the Scotch, +the authors were imprisoned. The details of the affair are obscure. +According to Jonson, in his conversation later with Drummond, Chapman +and Marston were responsible for the obnoxious passages, and he +voluntarily imprisoned himself with them. But in one of the recently +printed letters, which apparently refers to this episode, Chapman +declares that he and Jonson lie under the Kings displeasure for "two +clawses and both of them not our owne," i. e., apparently, written by +Marston.<a name="FNanchor_VII:1_3" id="FNanchor_VII:1_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_VII:1_3" class="fnanchor">[vii:1]</a> However this may be, the offenders were soon released, +and Chapman continued energetically his dramatic work. In 1606 appeared +two of his most elaborate comedies, <i>The Gentleman Usher</i> and <i>Monsieur +D'Olive</i>, and in the next year was published his first and most +successful tragedy, <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i>. In 1608 were produced two +connected plays, <i>The Conspiracie and Tragedie of Charles, Duke of +Byron</i>, dealing with recent events in France, and based upon materials +in E. Grimeston's translation (1607) of Jean de Serres' History. Again +Chapman found himself in trouble with the authorities, for the French +ambassador, offended by a scene in which Henry IV's Queen was introduced +in unseemly fashion, had the performance of the plays stopped for a +time. Chapman had to go into hiding to avoid arrest, and when he came +out, he had great difficulty in getting the plays licensed for +publication, even with the omission of the offending episodes. His +fourth tragedy based on French history, <i>The Revenge of Bussy D'Ambois</i>, +appeared in 1613. It had been preceded by two comedies, <i>May-Day</i> +(1611), and <i>The Widdowes' Teares</i> (1612). Possibly, as Mr Dobell +suggests (<i>Athenæum</i>, 23 March, 1901), the coarse satire of the latter +play may have been due to its author's annoyance at the apparent refusal +of his suit by a widow to whom some of the recently printed letters are +addressed. In 1613 he produced his <i>Maske of the Middle Temple and +Lyncolns Inne</i>, which was one of the series performed in honour of the +marriage of the Princess Elizabeth and the Elector Palatine. Another +hymeneal work, produced on a much less auspicious occasion, was an +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[Pg viii]</a></span>allegorical poem, <i>Andromeda Liberata</i>, celebrating the marriage of the +Earl of Somerset with the divorced Lady Essex in December, 1613.</p> + +<p>The year 1614, when the <i>Odyssey</i> was completed, marks the culminating +point of Chapman's literary activity. Henceforward, partly perhaps owing +to the disappointment of his hopes through Prince Henry's death, his +production was more intermittent. Translations of the <i>Homeric Hymns</i>, +of the <i>Georgicks</i> of Hesiod, and other classical writings, mainly +occupy the period till 1631. In that year he printed another tragedy, +<i>Cæsar and Pompey</i>, which, however, as we learn from the dedication, had +been written "long since." The remaining plays with which his name has +been connected did not appear during his lifetime. A comedy, <i>The Ball</i>, +licensed in 1632, but not published till 1639, has the names of Chapman +and Shirley on the title-page, but the latter was certainly its main +author. Another play, however, issued in the same year, and ascribed to +the same hands, <i>The Tragedie of Chabot, Admiral of France</i> makes the +impression, from its subject-matter and its style, of being chiefly due +to Chapman. In 1654 two tragedies, <i>Alphonsus Emperour of Germany</i> and +<i>The Revenge for Honour</i>, were separately published under Chapman's +name. Their authorship, however, is doubtful. There is nothing in the +style or diction of <i>Alphonsus</i> which resembles Chapman's undisputed +work, and it is hard to believe that he had a hand in it. <i>The Revenge +for Honour</i> is on an Oriental theme, entirely different from those +handled by Chapman in his other tragedies, and the versification is +marked by a greater frequency of feminine endings than is usual with +him; but phrases and thoughts occur which may be paralleled from his +plays, and the work may be from his hand.</p> + +<p>On May 12, 1634, he died, and was buried in the churchyard of St. +Giles's in the Field, where his friend Inigo Jones erected a monument to +his memory. According to Wood, he was a person of "most reverend aspect, +religious and temperate, qualities rarely meeting in a poet." Though his +material success seems to have been small, he gained the friendship of +many of the most illustrious spirits of his time—Essex, Prince Henry, +Bacon, Jonson, Webster, among the number—and it has been his good +fortune to draw in after years splendid tributes from such successors in +the poetic art as Keats and A. C. Swinburne.</p> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h4>FOOTNOTES:</h4> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_V:1_1" id="Footnote_V:1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_V:1_1"><span class="label">[v:1]</span></a> This Biography was written before the appearance of Mr. +Acheson's volume, <i>Shakespeare and the Rival Poet</i>. Without endorsing +all his arguments or conclusions, I hold that Mr. Acheson has proved +that Shakespeare in a number of his Sonnets refers to these earlier +poems of Chapman's. He has thus brought almost conclusive evidence in +support of Minto's identification of Shakespeare's rival with Chapman—a +conjecture with which I, in 1896, expressed strong sympathy in my +<i>Shakspere and his Predecessors</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_VI:1_2" id="Footnote_VI:1_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_VI:1_2"><span class="label">[vi:1]</span></a> This identification seems established by the entry in +Henslowe's <i>Diary</i>, under date 2 July 1599. "Lent unto thomas Dowton to +paye M<sup>r</sup> Chapman, in full paymente for his boocke called the world rones +a whelles, and now all foolles, but the foolle, some of ______ xxxs."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_VII:1_3" id="Footnote_VII:1_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_VII:1_3"><span class="label">[vii:1]</span></a> See pp. 158-64, Jonson's <i>Eastward Hoe and Alchemist</i>, +F. E. Schelling (Belles Lettres Series, 1904).</p></div> + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[Pg ix]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="Introduction" id="Introduction"></a>Introduction</h2> + + +<p>The group of Chapman's plays based upon recent French history, to which +<i>Bussy D'Ambois</i> and its sequel belong, forms one of the most unique +memorials of the Elizabethan drama. The playwrights of the period were +profoundly interested in the annals of their own country, and exploited +them for the stage with a magnificent indifference to historical +accuracy. Gorboduc and Locrine were as real to them as any Lancastrian +or Tudor prince, and their reigns were made to furnish salutary lessons +to sixteenth century "magistrates." Scarcely less interesting were the +heroes of republican Greece and Rome: Cæsar, Pompey, and Antony, decked +out in Elizabethan garb, were as familiar to the playgoers of the time +as their own national heroes, real or legendary. But the contemporary +history of continental states had comparatively little attraction for +the dramatists of the period, and when they handled it, they usually had +some political or religious end in view. Under a thin veil of allegory, +Lyly in <i>Midas</i> gratified his audience with a scathing denunciation of +the ambition and gold-hunger of Philip II of Spain; and half a century +later Middleton in a still bolder and more transparent allegory, <i>The +Game of Chess</i>, dared to ridicule on the stage Philip's successor, and +his envoy, Gondomar. But both plays were suggested by the elements of +friction in the relations of England and Spain.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[Pg x]</a></span>French history also supplied material to some of the London +playwrights, but almost exclusively as it bore upon the great conflict +between the forces of Roman Catholicism and Protestantism. The <i>Masaker +of France</i>, which Henslowe mentions as having been played on January 3, +1592-3, may or may not be identical with Marlowe's <i>The Massacre at +Paris</i>, printed towards the close of the sixteenth century, but in all +probability it expressed similarly the burning indignation of Protestant +England at the appalling events of the Eve of St. Bartholomew. Whatever +Marlowe's religious or irreligious views may have been, he acted on this +occasion as the mouthpiece of the vast majority of his countrymen, and +he founded on recent French history a play which, with all its defects, +is of special interest to our present inquiry. For Chapman, who finished +Marlowe's incompleted poem, <i>Hero and Leander</i>, must have been familiar +with this drama, which introduced personages and events that were partly +to reappear in the two <i>Bussy</i> plays. A brief examination of <i>The +Massacre at Paris</i> will, therefore, help to throw into relief the +special characteristics of Chapman's dramas.</p> + +<p>It opens with the marriage, in 1572, of Henry of Navarre and Margaret, +sister of King Charles IX, which was intended to assuage the religious +strife. But the Duke of Guise, the protagonist of the play, is +determined to counterwork this policy, and with the aid of Catherine de +Medicis, the Queen-Mother, and the Duke of Anjou (afterwards Henry III), +he arranges the massacre of the Huguenots. Of the events of the fatal +night we get a number of glimpses, including the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[Pg xi]</a></span>murder of a +Protestant, Scroune, by Mountsorrell (Chapman's Montsurry), who is +represented as one of the Guise's most fanatical adherents. Charles soon +afterwards dies, and is succeeded by his brother Henry, but "his mind +runs on his minions," and Catherine and the Guise wield all real power. +But there is one sphere which Guise cannot control—his wife's heart, +which is given to Mugeroun, one of the "minions" of the King. Another of +the minions, Joyeux, is sent against Henry of Navarre, and is defeated +and slain; but Henry, learning that Guise has raised an army against his +sovereign "to plant the Pope and Popelings in the realm," joins forces +with the King against the rebel, who is treacherously murdered and dies +crying, "<i>Vive la messe!</i> perish Huguenots!" His brother, the Cardinal, +meets a similar fate, but the house of Lorraine is speedily revenged by +a friar, who stabs King Henry. He dies, vowing vengeance upon Rome, and +sending messages to Queen Elizabeth, "whom God hath bless'd for hating +papistry."</p> + +<p>It is easy to see how a play on these lines would have appealed to an +Elizabethan audience, while Marlowe, whether his religious sympathies +were engaged or not, realized the dramatic possibilities of the figure +of the Guise, one of the lawlessly aspiring brotherhood that had so +irresistible a fascination for his genius. But it is much more difficult +to understand why, soon after the accession of James I, Chapman should +have gone back to the same period of French history, and reintroduced a +number of the same prominent figures, Henry III, Guise, his Duchess, and +Mountsorrell, not <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">[Pg xii]</a></span>in their relation to great political and religious +outbreaks, but grouped round a figure who can scarcely have been very +familiar to the English theatre-going public—Louis de Clermont, Bussy +d'Amboise.<a name="FNanchor_XII:1_4" id="FNanchor_XII:1_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_XII:1_4" class="fnanchor">[xii:1]</a></p> + +<p>This personage was born in 1549, and was the eldest son of Jacques de +Clermont d'Amboise, seigneur de Bussy et de Saxe-Fontaine, by his first +wife, Catherine de Beauvais. He followed the career of arms, and in 1568 +we hear of him as a commandant of a company. He was in Paris during the +massacre of St. Bartholomew, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xiii" id="Page_xiii">[Pg xiii]</a></span>and took advantage of it to settle a +private feud. He had had a prolonged lawsuit with his cousin Antoine de +Clermont, a prominent Huguenot, and follower of the King of Navarre. +While his rival was fleeing for safety he had the misfortune to fall +into the hands of Bussy, who dispatched him then and there. He +afterwards distinguished himself in various operations against the +Huguenots, and by his bravery and accomplishments won the favour of the +Duke of Anjou, who, after the accession of Henry III in 1575, was heir +to the throne. The Duke in this year appointed him his <i>couronell</i>, and +henceforward he passed into his service. In 1576, as a reward for +negotiating "<i>la paix de Monsieur</i>" with the Huguenots, the Duke +received the territories of Anjou, Touraine, and Berry, and at once +appointed Bussy governor of Anjou. In November the new governor arrived +at Angers, the capital of the Duchy, and was welcomed by the citizens; +but the disorders and exactions of his troops soon aroused the anger of +the populace, and the King had to interfere in their behalf, though for +a time Bussy set his injunctions at defiance. At last he retired from +the city, and rejoined the Duke, in close intercourse with whom he +remained during the following years, accompanying him finally on his +unsuccessful expedition to the Low Countries in the summer of 1578. On +Anjou's return to court in January, 1579, Bussy, who seems to have +alienated his patron by his presumptuous behaviour, did not go with him, +but took up his residence again in the territory of Anjou. He was less +occupied, however, with his official duties than with his criminal +passion <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xiv" id="Page_xiv">[Pg xiv]</a></span>for Françoise de Maridort, wife of the Comte de Monsoreau, who +had been appointed <i>grand-veneur</i> to the Duke. The favorite mansion of +the Comte was at La Coutancière, and it was here that Bussy ardently +pursued his intrigue with the Countess. But a jocular letter on the +subject, which he sent to the Duke of Anjou, was shown, according to the +historian, De Thou, by the Duke to the King, who, in his turn, passed it +on to Montsoreau. The latter thereupon forced his wife to make a +treacherous assignation with Bussy at the château on the night of the +18th of August, and on his appearance, with his companion in pleasure, +Claude Colasseau, they were both assassinated by the retainers of the +infuriated husband.</p> + +<p>The tragic close of Bussy's life has given his career an interest +disproportionate to his historical importance. But the drama of La +Coutancière was only the final episode in a career crowded with romantic +incidents. The annalists and memoir-writers of the period prove that +Bussy's exploits as a duellist and a gallant had impressed vividly the +imagination of his contemporaries. Margaret of Valois, the wife of Henry +IV, Brantôme, who was a relative and friend of D'Ambois, and L'Estoile, +the chronicler and journalist, are amongst those who have left us their +impressions of this <i>beau sabreur</i>. Chapman must have had access to +memorials akin to theirs as a foundation for his drama, and though, for +chronological reasons, they cannot have been utilized by him, they +illustrate the materials which he employed.</p> + +<p>The first two Acts of the play are chiefly occupied <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xv" id="Page_xv">[Pg xv]</a></span>with Bussy's +arrival at court, his entry into the service of Monsieur, his quarrel +with Guise, and the duel between himself and Barrisor, with two +supporters on either side. Brantôme, in his <i>Discours sur les Duels</i>, +relates from personal knowledge an incident between Guise and Bussy, +which took place shortly after the accession of Henry III. The Duke took +occasion of a royal hunting party to draw Bussy alone into the forest, +and to demand certain explanations of him. D'Ambois gave these in a +satisfactory manner; but had he not done so, the Duke declared, in spite +of their difference of rank, he would have engaged in single combat with +him. The explanations demanded may well have concerned the honour of the +Duchess, and we get at any rate a hint for the episode in Chapman's play +(<a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_55"><span class="smcap">i</span>, ii, 57-185</a>).</p> + +<p>For the duelling narrative (<a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_35"><span class="smcap">ii</span>, i, 35-137</a>) we get considerably more than +a hint. Our chief authority is again Brantôme, in another work, the +<i>Discours sur les Couronnels de l'infanterie de France</i>. He tells us +that he was with Bussy at a play, when a dispute arose between him and +the Marquis of Saint-Phal as to whether the jet embroidery on a certain +muff represented <span class="smcap">xx</span> or <span class="smcap">yy</span>. The quarrel was appeased for the time being, +but on the following day Bussy, meeting Saint-Phal at the house of a +lady with whom he had had relations, and who was now the mistress of the +Marquis, renewed the dispute. An encounter took place between Bussy, +supported by five or six gentlemen, and Saint-Phal, assisted by an equal +number of Scotchmen of the Royal Guard, one of whom wounded Bussy's +hand. <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xvi" id="Page_xvi">[Pg xvi]</a></span>Thereupon Saint-Phal withdrew, but his fire-eating rival was +anxious at all hazards for another encounter. It was only with the +greatest difficulty, as Brantôme relates in entertaining fashion, that +the King was able to bring about a reconciliation between them. Such an +episode, reported with exaggeration of details, might well have +suggested the narrative in Act <span class="smcap">ii</span> of the triple encounter.</p> + +<p>Brantôme further relates a midnight attack upon Bussy, about a month +later, by a number of his jealous rivals, when he had a narrow escape +from death. Of this incident another account has been given by Margaret +of Valois in her <i>Mémoires</i>. Margaret and her brother, the Duke of +Anjou, were devoted to one another, and Bussy was for a time a paramour +of the Queen of Navarre. Though she denies the liaison, she says of him +that there was not "<i>en ce siècle-là de son sexe et de sa qualité rien +de semblable en valeur, reputation, grace, et esprit</i>." Margaret, +L'Estoile, and Brantôme all relate similar incidents during Bussy's +sojourn at court in the year 1578, and the last-named adds:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"<i>Si je voulois raconter toutes les querelles qu'il a eues, +j'aurois beaucoup affaire; hélas! il en a trop eu, et toutes +les a desmeslées à son très-grand honneur et heur. Il en +vouloit souvant par trop à plusieurs, sans aucun respect; je +luy ay dict cent fois; mais il se fioit tant en sa valeur qu'il +mesprisoit tous les conseils de ses amis . . . Dieu ayt son âme! +Mais il mourut (quand il trespassa) un preux trés vaillant et +généreux.</i>"</p></div> + +<p>It is plain, therefore, that Chapman in his picture of Bussy's quarrels +and encounters-at-arms was deviating little, except in details of names +and dates, from <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xvii" id="Page_xvii">[Pg xvii]</a></span>the actual facts of history. Bussy's career was so +romantic that it was impossible for even the most inventive dramatist to +embellish it. This was especially true of its closing episode, which +occupies the later acts of Chapman's drama—the intrigue with the +Countess of Montsoreau and the tragic fate which it involved. It is +somewhat singular that the earliest narratives of the event which have +come down to us were published subsequently to the play. The statement, +accepted for a long time, that De Thou's <i>Historiæ sui Temporis</i> was the +basis of Chapman's tragedy, has been completely disproved. The passage +in which he narrates the story of Bussy's death does not occur in the +earlier editions of his work, and first found its way into the issue +published at Geneva in 1620. A similar narrative appeared in the +following year in L'Estoile's <i>Journal</i>, which first saw the light in +1621, ten years after its author's death. But under a thin disguise +there had already appeared a detailed history of Bussy's last <i>amour</i> +and his fall, though this, too, was later than Chapman's drama. A +novelist, François de Rosset, had published a volume of tales entitled +<i>Les Histoires Tragiques de Nostre Temps</i>. The earliest known edition is +one of 1615, though it was preceded, probably not long, by an earlier +edition full of "<i>fautes insupportables</i>," for which Rosset apologizes. +He is careful to state in his preface that he is relating "<i>des +histoires autant veritables que tristes et funestes. Les noms de la +pluspart des personnages sont seulement desguisez en ce Theatre, à fin +de n'affliger pas tant les familles de ceux qui en ont donné le sujet.</i>" +The fate of Bussy <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xviii" id="Page_xviii">[Pg xviii]</a></span>forms the subject of the seventeenth history, +entitled "<i>De la mort pitoyable du valeureux Lysis</i>." Lysis was the name +under which Margaret of Valois celebrated the memory of her former lover +in a poem entitled "<i>L'esprit de Lysis disant adieu à sa Flore</i>." But +apart from this proof of identification, the details given by Rosset are +so full that there can be no uncertainty in the matter. Indeed, in some +of his statements, as in his account of the first meeting between the +lovers, Rosset probably supplies facts unrecorded by the historians of +the period.</p> + +<p>From a comparison of these more or less contemporary records it is +evident that, whatever actual source Chapman may have used, he has given +in many respects a faithful portrait of the historical Bussy D'Ambois. +It happened that at the time of Bussy's death the Duke of Anjou, his +patron, was in London, laying ineffective siege to the hand of +Elizabeth. This coincidence may have given wider currency in England to +Bussy's tragic story than would otherwise have been the case. But a +quarter of a century later this adventitious interest would have +evaporated, and the success of Chapman's play would be due less to its +theme than to its qualities of style and construction. To these we must +therefore now turn.</p> + +<p>With Chapman's enthusiasm for classical literature, it was natural that +he should be influenced by classical models, even when handling a +thoroughly modern subject. His Bussy is, in certain aspects, the <i>miles +gloriosus</i> of Latin drama, while in the tragic crisis of his fate he +demonstrably borrows, as is shown in this edition <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xix" id="Page_xix">[Pg xix]</a></span>for the first time, +the accents of the Senecan Hercules on Mount Œta (cf. <a href="#note_on_V_iv">notes on <span class="smcap">v</span>, iv, +100 and 109</a>). Hence the technique of the work is largely of the +semi-Senecan type with which Kyd and his school had familiarized the +English stage. Thus Bussy's opening monologue serves in some sort as a +Prologue; the narrative by the <i>Nuntius</i> in <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_35">Act <span class="smcap">ii</span>, i, 35-137</a>, is in the +most approved classical manner; an <i>Umbra</i> or Ghost makes its regulation +entrance in the last Act, and though the accumulated horrors of the +closing scenes violate every canon of classical art, they had become +traditional in the semi-Senecan type of play, and were doubtless highly +acceptable to the audiences of the period. But while the Senecan and +semi-Senecan methods had their dangers, their effect on English +dramatists was in so far salutary that they necessitated care in +plot-construction. And it is doubtful whether Chapman has hitherto +received due credit for the ingenuity and skill with which he has woven +into the texture of his drama a number of varied threads. Bussy's life +was, as has been shown, crowded with incidents, and the final +catastrophe at La Coutancière had no direct relation with the duels and +intrigues of his younger days at Court. Chapman, however, has connected +the earlier and the later episodes with much ingenuity. Departing from +historical truth, he represents Bussy as a poor adventurer at Court, +whose fortunes are entirely made by the patronage of Monsieur. His +sudden elevation turns his head, and he insults the Duke of Guise by +courting his wife before his face, thus earning his enmity, and exciting +at the same time <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xx" id="Page_xx">[Pg xx]</a></span>the ridicule of the other courtiers. Hence springs the +encounter with Barrisor and his companions, and this is made to serve as +an introduction to the <i>amour</i> between Bussy and Tamyra, as Chapman +chooses to call the Countess of Montsurry. For Barrisor, we are told +(<a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_200"><span class="smcap">ii</span>, ii, 202 ff.</a>), had long wooed the Countess, and the report was +spread that the "main quarrel" between him and Bussy "grew about her +love," Barrisor thinking that D'Ambois's courtship of the Duchess of +Guise was really directed towards "his elected mistress." On the advice +of a Friar named Comolet, to whom Chapman strangely enough assigns the +repulsive <i>rôle</i> of go-between, Bussy wins his way at night into +Tamyra's chamber on the plea that he has come to reassure her that she +is in no way guilty of Barrisor's blood. Thus the main theme of the play +is linked with the opening incidents, and the action from first to last +is laid in Paris, whither the closing scenes of Bussy's career are +shifted. By another ingenious departure from historical truth the Duke +of Anjou, to whom Bussy owes his rise, is represented as the main agent +in his fall. He is angered at the favour shown by the King to the +follower whom he had raised to serve his own ends, and he conspires with +Guise for his overthrow. He is the more eagerly bent upon this when he +discovers through Tamyra's waiting-woman that the Countess, whose +favours he has vainly sought to win, has granted them to Bussy. It is he +who, by means of a paper, convinces Montsurry of his wife's guilt, and +it is he, together with Guise, who suggests to the Count the stratagem +by which Tamyra is forced to decoy her <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxi" id="Page_xxi">[Pg xxi]</a></span>paramour to his doom. All this +is deftly contrived and does credit to Chapman's dramatic craftsmanship. +It is true that the last two Acts are spun out with supernatural +episodes of a singularly unconvincing type. The Friar's invocation of +Behemoth, who proves a most unserviceable spirit, and the vain attempts +of this scoundrelly ecclesiastic's ghost to shield D'Ambois from his +fate, strike us as wofully crude and mechanical excursions into the +occult. But they doubtless served their turn with audiences who had an +insatiable craving for such manifestations, and were not particular as +to the precise form they took.</p> + +<p>In point of character-drawing the play presents a more complex problem. +Bussy is a typically Renaissance hero and appealed to the sympathies of +an age which set store above all things on exuberant vitality and +prowess, and was readier than our own to allow them full rein. The King +seems to be giving voice to Chapman's conception of Bussy's character, +when he describes him in <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_90"><span class="smcap">iii</span>, ii, 90 ff.</a> as</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"A man so good that only would uphold<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Man in his native noblesse, from whose fall<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All our dissentions arise," &c.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>And in certain aspects Bussy does not come far short of the ideal thus +pictured. His bravery, versatility, frankness, and readiness of speech +are all vividly portrayed, while his mettlesome temper and his arrogance +are alike essential to his <i>rôle</i>, and are true to the record of the +historical D'Ambois. But there is a coarseness of fibre in Chapman's +creation, an occasional <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxii" id="Page_xxii">[Pg xxii]</a></span>foul-mouthed ribaldry of utterance which robs +him of sympathetic charm. He has in him more of the swashbuckler and the +bully than of the courtier and the cavalier. Beaumont and Fletcher, one +cannot help feeling, would have invested him with more refinement and +grace, and would have given a tenderer note to the love-scenes between +him and Tamyra. Bussy takes the Countess's affections so completely by +storm, and he ignores so entirely the rights of her husband, that it is +difficult to accord him the measure of sympathy in his fall, which the +fate of a tragic hero should evoke.</p> + +<p>Tamyra appeals more to us, because we see in her more of the conflict +between passion and moral obligation, which is the essence of drama. Her +scornful rejection of the advances of Monsieur (<a href="#Bussy_II_ii"><span class="smcap">ii</span>, ii</a>), though her +husband palliates his conduct as that of "a bachelor and a courtier, I, +and a prince," proves that she is no light o' love, and that her +surrender to Bussy is the result of a sudden and overmastering passion. +Even in the moment of keenest expectation she is torn between +conflicting emotions (<a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_165"><span class="smcap">ii</span>, ii, 169-182</a>), and after their first interview, +Bussy takes her to task because her</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i5">"Conscience is too nice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bites too hotly of the Puritane spice."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>But she masters her scruples sufficiently to play the thorough-going +dissembler when she meets her husband, and she keeps up the pretence +when she declares to Bussy before the Court (<a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_135"><span class="smcap">iii</span>, ii, 138</a>), "Y'are one I +know not," and speaks of him vaguely in a later scene as "the man." So, +too, when <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxiii" id="Page_xxiii">[Pg xxiii]</a></span>Montsurry first tells her of the suspicions which Monsieur +has excited in him, she protests with artfully calculated indignation +against the charge of wrong-doing with this "serpent." But the brutal +and deliberate violence of her husband when he knows the truth, and the +perfidious meanness with which he makes her the reluctant instrument of +her lover's ruin, win back for her much of our alienated sympathy. Yet +at the close her position is curiously equivocal. It is at her prayer +that Bussy has spared Montsurry when "he hath him down" in the final +struggle; but when her lover is mortally wounded by a pistol shot, she +implores his pardon for her share in bringing him to his doom. And when +the Friar's ghost seeks to reconcile husband and wife, the former is +justified in crying ironically (<a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_160"><span class="smcap">v</span>, iv, 163-64</a>):</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"See how she merits this, still kneeling by,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mourning his fall, more than her own fault!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Montsurry's portraiture, indeed, suffers from the same lack of +consistency as his wife's. In his earlier relations with her he strikes +a tenderer note than is heard elsewhere in the play, and his first +outburst of fury, when his suspicions are aroused, springs, like +Othello's, from the depth of his love and trust (<a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_165"><span class="smcap">iv</span>, i, 169-70</a>):</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">"My whole heart is wounded,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When any least thought in you is but touch'd."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>But there is nothing of Othello's noble agony of soul, nor of his sense +that he is carrying out a solemn judicial act on the woman he still +loves, in Montsurry's long-drawn torture of his wife. Indeed a +comparison <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxiv" id="Page_xxiv">[Pg xxiv]</a></span>of the episodes brings into relief the restraint and purity +of Shakespeare's art when handling the most terrible of tragic themes. +Yet the Moor himself might have uttered Montsurry's cry (<a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_180"><span class="smcap">v</span>, i, 183-85</a>),</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i5">"Here, here was she<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That was a whole world without spot to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though now a world of spot."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>And there is something of pathetic dignity in his final forgiveness of +his wife, coupled with the declaration that his honour demands that she +must fly his house for ever.</p> + +<p>Monsieur and the Guise are simpler types. The former is the ambitious +villain of quality, chafing at the thought that there is but a thread +betwixt him and a crown, and prepared to compass his ends by any means +that fall short of the actual killing of the King. It is as a useful +adherent of his faction that he elevates Bussy, and when he finds him +favoured by Henry he ruthlessly strikes him down, all the more readily +that he is his successful rival for Tamyra's love. He is the typical +Renaissance politician, whose characteristics are expounded with +characteristically vituperative energy by Bussy in <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_435"><span class="smcap">iii</span>, ii, 439-94</a>.</p> + +<p>Beside this arch-villain, the Guise, aspiring and factious though he be, +falls into a secondary place. Probably Chapman did not care to elaborate +a figure of whom Marlowe had given so powerful a sketch in the <i>Massacre +at Paris</i>. The influence of the early play may also be seen in the +handling of the King, who is portrayed with an indulgent pen, and who +reappears <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxv" id="Page_xxv">[Pg xxv]</a></span>in the <i>rôle</i> of an enthusiastic admirer of the English Queen +and Court. The other personages in the drama are colourless, though +Chapman succeeds in creating the general atmosphere of a frivolous and +dissolute society.</p> + +<p>But the plot and portraiture in <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i> are both less +distinctive than the "full and heightened" style, to which was largely +due its popularity with readers and theatre-goers of its period, but +which was afterwards to bring upon it such severe censure, when taste +had changed. Dryden's onslaught in his <i>Dedication to the Spanish Friar</i> +(1681) marks the full turn of the tide. The passage is familiar, but it +must be reproduced here:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"I have sometimes wondered, in the reading, what has become of +those glaring colours which annoyed me in <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i> upon +the theatre; but when I had taken up what I supposed a fallen +star, I found I had been cozened with a jelly; nothing but a +cold dull mass, which glittered no longer than it was shooting; +a dwarfish thought, dressed up in gigantic words, repetition in +abundance, looseness of expression, and gross hyperboles; the +sense of one line expanded prodigiously into ten; and, to sum +up all, uncorrect English, and a hideous mingle of false poetry +and true nonsense; or, at best, a scantling of wit, which lay +gasping for life, and groaning beneath a heap of rubbish. A +famous modern poet used to sacrifice every year a Statius to +Virgil's <i>manes</i>; and I have indignation enough to burn a +<i>D'Ambois</i> annually to the memory of Jonson."</p></div> + +<p>Dryden's critical verdicts are never lightly to be set aside. He is +singularly shrewd and unprejudiced in his judgements, and has a +remarkable faculty of hitting the right nail on the head. But Chapman, +in whom the barbarian and the pedant were so strongly commingled, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxvi" id="Page_xxvi">[Pg xxvi]</a></span>was a +type that fell outside the wide range of Dryden's appreciation. The +Restoration writer fails, in the first place, to recognize that <i>Bussy +D'Ambois</i> is pitched advisedly from first to last in a high key. +Throughout the drama men and women are playing for great stakes. No one +is ever at rest. Action and passion are both at fever heat. We move in +an atmosphere of duels and state intrigues by day, of assignations and +murders by night. Even the subordinate personages in the drama, the +stewards and waiting-women, partake of the restless spirit of their +superiors. They are constantly arguing, quarrelling, gossiping—their +tongues and wits are always on the move. Thus Chapman aimed throughout +at energy of expression at all costs. To this he sacrificed beauty of +phrase and rhythm, even lucidity. He pushed it often to exaggerated +extremes of coarseness and riotous fancy. He laid on "glaring colours" +till eye and brain are fatigued. To this opening phrase of Dryden no +exception can be taken. But can his further charges stand? Is it true to +say of <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i> that it is characterised by "dwarfish thought +dressed up in gigantic words," that it is "a hideous mingle of false +poetry and true nonsense"? The accusation of "nonsense" recoils upon its +maker. Involved, obscure, inflated as Chapman's phrasing not +infrequently is, it is not mere rhodomontade, sound, and fury, +signifying nothing. There are some passages (as the Notes testify) where +the thread of his meaning seems to disappear amidst his fertile imagery, +but even here one feels not that sense is lacking, but that one has +failed to find the clue to the zigzag movements of Chapman's brain. Nor +is it fair <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxvii" id="Page_xxvii">[Pg xxvii]</a></span>to speak of Chapman as dressing up dwarfish thoughts in +stilted phrases. There is not the slightest tendency in the play to spin +out words to hide a poverty of ideas; in fact many of the difficulties +spring from excessive condensation. Where Chapman is really assailable +is in a singular incontinence of imagery. Every idea that occurs to him +brings with it a plethora of illustrations, in the way of simile, +metaphor, or other figure of speech; he seems impotent to check the +exuberant riot of his fancy till it has exhausted its whole store. The +underlying thought in many passages, though not deserving Dryden's +contemptuous epithet, is sufficiently obvious. Chapman was not dowered +with the penetrating imagination that reveals as by a lightning flash +unsuspected depths of human character or of moral law. But he has the +gnomic faculty that can convey truths of general experience in +aphoristic form, and he can wind into a debatable moral issue with +adroit casuistry. Take for instance the discussion (<a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_145"><span class="smcap">ii</span>, i, 149-79</a>) on +the legitimacy of private vengeance, or (<a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_i_10"><span class="smcap">iii</span>, i, 10-30</a>) on the nature +and effect of sin, or (<a href="#Bussy_V_ii"><span class="smcap">v</span>, ii</a>) on Nature's "blindness" in her workings. +In lighter vein, but winged with the shafts of a caustic humour are +Bussy's invectives against courtly practices (<a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_80"><span class="smcap">i</span>, i, 84-104</a>) and +hypocrisy in high places (<a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_25"><span class="smcap">iii</span>, ii, 25-59</a>), while the "flyting" between +him and Monsieur is perhaps the choicest specimen of Elizabethan +"Billingsgate" that has come down to us. It was a versatile pen that +could turn from passages like these to the epic narrative of the duel, +or Tamyra's lyric invocation of the "peaceful regents of the night" (<a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_155"><span class="smcap">ii</span>, +ii, 158</a>), or Bussy's stately elegy upon <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxviii" id="Page_xxviii">[Pg xxviii]</a></span>himself, as he dies standing, +propped on his true sword.</p> + +<p>It can only have been the ingrained prejudice of the Restoration period +against "metaphysical" verse that deadened Dryden's ear to the charm of +such passages as these. Another less notable poet and playwright of the +time showed more discrimination. This was Thomas D'Urfey, who in 1691 +brought out a revised version of the play at the Theatre Royal. In a +dedication to Lord Carlisle which he prefixed to this version, on its +publication in the same year, he testifies to the great popularity of +the play after the reopening of the theatres.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"About sixteen years since, when first my good or ill stars +ordained me a Knight Errant in this fairy land of poetry, I saw +the <i>Bussy d'Ambois</i> of Mr. Chapman acted by Mr. Hart, which in +spight of the obsolete phrases and intolerable fustian with +which a great part of it was cramm'd, and which I have altered +in these new sheets, had some extraordinary beauties, which +sensibly charmed me; which being improved by the graceful +action of that eternally renowned and best of actors, so +attracted not only me, but the town in general, that they were +obliged to pass by and excuse the gross errors in the writing, +and allow it amongst the rank of the topping tragedies of that +time."</p></div> + +<p>Charles Hart, who was thus one of the long succession of actors to make +a striking reputation in the title part, died in 1683, and, according to +D'Urfey, "for a long time after" the play "lay buried in [his] grave." +But "not willing to have it quite lost, I presumed to revise it and +write the plot new." D'Urfey's main alteration was to represent Bussy +and Tamyra as having been betrothed before the play opens, and the +latter <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxix" id="Page_xxix">[Pg xxix]</a></span>forced against her will into a marriage with the wealthy Count +Montsurry. This, he maintained, palliated the heroine's surrender to +passion and made her "distress in the last Act . . . much more liable to +pity." Whether morality is really a gainer by this well-meant variation +from the more primitive code of the original play is open to question, +but we welcome the substitution of Teresia the "governess" and +confidante of Tamyra for Friar Comolet as the envoy between the lovers. +Another notable change is the omission of the narrative of the +<i>Nuntius</i>, which is replaced by a short duelling scene upon the stage. +D'Urfey rejects, too, the supernatural machinery in Act <span class="smcap">iv</span>, and the +details of the torture of the erring Countess, whom, at the close of the +play, he represents not as wandering from her husband's home, but as +stabbing herself in despair.</p> + +<p>If Chapman's plot needed to be "writ new" at all, D'Urfey deserves +credit for having done his work with considerable skill and taste, +though he hints in his dedication that there were detractors who did not +view his version as favourably as Lord Carlisle. He had some difficulty, +he tells us, in finding an actor to undertake the part, but at last +prevailed upon Mountfort to do so, though he was diffident of appearing +in a <i>rôle</i> in which Hart had made so great a reputation. Mrs. +Bracegirdle, as we learn from the list of <i>Dramatis Personæ</i> prefixed to +the published edition, played Tamyra, and the revival seems to have been +a success. But Mountfort was assassinated in the Strand towards the +close of the following year, and apparently the career of <i>Bussy</i> upon +the boards ended with his life.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxx" id="Page_xxx">[Pg xxx]</a></span>In the same year as D'Urfey revised the play, Langbaine published his +<i>Account of the English Dramatick Poets</i>, wherein (p. 59) he mentions +that Bussy "has the preference" among all Chapman's writings and +vindicates it against Dryden's attack:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"I know not how Mr. Dryden came to be so possest with +indignation against this play, as to resolve to burn one +annually to the memory of Ben Jonson: but I know very well that +there are some who allow it a just commendation; and others +that since have taken the liberty to promise a solemn annual +sacrifice of <i>The Hind and Panther</i> to the memory of Mr. +Quarles and John Bunyan."</p></div> + +<p>But neither D'Urfey nor Langbaine could secure for <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i> a +renewal of its earlier popularity. During the eighteenth century it fell +into complete oblivion, and though (as the Bibliography testifies) +nineteenth-century critics and commentators have sought to atone for the +neglect of their predecessors, the faults of the play, obvious at a +glance, have hitherto impaired the full recognition of its distinctive +merits of design and thought. To bring these into clearer relief, and +trace the relation of its plot to the recorded episodes of Bussy's +career, has been the aim of the preceding pages. It must always count to +Chapman's credit that he, an Englishman, realized to the full the +fascination of the brilliant Renaissance figure, who had to wait till +the nineteenth century to be rediscovered for literary purposes by the +greatest romance-writer among his own countrymen. In Bussy, the man of +action, there was a Titanic strain that appealed to Chapman's +intractable and rough-hewn genius. To the dramatist he was the classical +Hercules born anew, accomplishing <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxxi" id="Page_xxxi">[Pg xxxi]</a></span>similar feats, and lured to a similar +treacherous doom. Thus the cardinal virtue of the play is a Herculean +energy of movement and of speech which borrows something of epic quality +from the Homeric translations on which Chapman was simultaneously +engaged, and thereby links <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i> to his most triumphant +literary achievement.</p> + +<p>Six years after the publication of the first Quarto of <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i> +Chapman issued a sequel, <i>The Revenge of Bussy D'Ambois</i>, which, as we +learn from the title-page, had been "often presented at the private +Playhouse in the White-Fryers." But in the interval he had written two +other plays based on recent French history, <i>Byrons Conspiracie</i> and +<i>The Tragedie of Charles Duke of Byron</i>, and in certain aspects <i>The +Revenge</i> is more closely related to these immediate forerunners than to +the piece of which it is the titular successor. The discovery which I +recently was fortunate enough to make of a common immediate source of +the two Byron plays and of <i>The Revenge</i> accentuates the connection +between them, and at the same time throws fresh light on the problem of +the <i>provenance</i> of the second D'Ambois drama.</p> + +<p>In his scholarly monograph <i>Quellen Studien zu den Dramen George +Chapmans, Massingers, und Fords</i> (1897), E. Koeppel showed that the +three connected plays were based upon materials taken from Jean de +Serres's <i>Inventaire Général de l'Histoire de France</i> (1603), Pierre +Matthieu's <i>Histoire de France durant Sept Années de Paix du Regne de +Henri IV</i> (1605), and P. V. Cayet's <i>Chronologie Septénaire de</i> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxxii" id="Page_xxxii">[Pg xxxii]</a></span><i>l'Histoire de la Paix entre les Roys de France et d'Espagne</i> (1605). +The picture suggested by Koeppel's treatise was of Chapman collating a +number of contemporary French historical works, and choosing from each +of them such portions as suited his dramatic purposes. But this +conception, as I have shown in the <i>Athenæum</i> for Jan. 10, 1903, p. 51, +must now be abandoned. Chapman did not go to the French originals at +all, but to a more easily accessible source, wherein the task of +selection and rearrangement had already been in large measure performed. +In 1607 the printer, George Eld, published a handsome folio, of which +the British Museum possesses a fine copy (c. 66, b. 14), originally the +property of Prince Henry, eldest son of James I. Its title is: "<i>A +General Inventorie of the Historie of France, from the beginning of that +Monarchie, unto the Treatie of Vervins, in the Yeare 1598. Written by +Jhon de Serres. And continued unto these Times, out of the best Authors +which have written of that Subiect. Translated out of French into +English by Edward Grimeston, Gentleman.</i>" This work, the popularity of +which is attested by the publication of a second, enlarged, edition in +1611, was the direct source of the "Byron" plays, and of <i>The Revenge</i>.</p> + +<p>In a dedication addressed to the Earls of Suffolk and Salisbury, +Grimeston states that having retired to "private and domesticke cares" +after "some years expence in France, for the publike service of the +State," he has translated "this generall Historie of France written by +John de Serres." In a preface "to the Reader" he makes the further +important statement:</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxxiii" id="Page_xxxiii">[Pg xxxiii]</a></span></p><div class="blockquot"><p>"The History of John de Serres ends with the Treatie at +Vervins betwixt France and Spaine in the yeare 1598. I have +been importuned to make the History perfect, and to continue it +unto these times, whereunto I have added (for your better +satisfaction) what I could extract out of Peter Mathew and +other late writers touching this subject. Some perchance will +challenge me of indiscretion, that I have not translated Peter +Mathew onely, being reputed so eloquent and learned a Writer. +To them I answere first, that I found many things written by +him that were not fit to be inserted, and some things belonging +unto the Historie, related by others, whereof he makes no +mention. Secondly his style is so full and his discourse so +copious, as the worke would have held no proportion, for that +this last addition of seven years must have exceeded halfe +Serres Historie. Which considerations have made me to draw +forth what I thought most materiall for the subject, and to +leave the rest as unnecessarie."</p></div> + +<p>From this we learn that Grimeston followed Jean de Serres till 1598, and +that from then till 1604 (his time-limit in his first edition) his +principal source was P. Matthieu's <i>Histoire de France</i>, rigorously +condensed, and, at the same time, supplemented from other authorities. A +collation of Grimeston's text with that of the "Byron" plays and <i>The +Revenge</i> proves that every passage in which the dramatist draws upon +historical materials is to be found within the four corners of the folio +of 1607. The most striking illustrations of this are to be found in the +"Byron" plays, and I have shown elsewhere (<i>Athenæum</i>, <i>loc. cit.</i>) that +though Chapman in handling the career of the ill-fated Marshal of France +is apparently exploiting Pierre Matthieu, Jean de Serres, and Cayet in +turn, he is really taking advantage of the labours of Grimeston, who had +rifled their stores for his skilful historical mosaic. Grimeston must +thus henceforward be recognized as <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxxiv" id="Page_xxxiv">[Pg xxxiv]</a></span>holding something of the same +relation to Chapman as Sir T. North does to Shakespeare, with the +distinction that he not only provides the raw material of historical +tragedy, but goes some way in the refining process.</p> + +<p><i>The Revenge of Bussy D'Ambois</i> follows historical lines less closely +than the "Byron" plays, but here, too, Grimeston's volume was Chapman's +inspiring source, and the perusal of its closing pages gives a clue to +the origin of this most singular of the dramatist's serious plays. The +final episode included in the folio of 1607 was the plot by which the +Count d'Auvergne, who had been one of Byron's fellow conspirators, and +who had fallen under suspicion for a second time in 1604, was +treacherously arrested by agents of the King while attending a review of +troops. The position of this narrative (translated from P. Matthieu) at +the close of the folio must have helped to draw Chapman's special +attention to it, and having expended his genius so liberally on the +career of the arch-conspirator of the period, he was apparently moved to +handle also that of his interesting confederate. But D'Auvergne's +fortunes scarcely furnished the stuff for a complete drama, on Chapman's +customary broad scale, and he seems therefore to have conceived the +ingenious idea of utilising them as the groundwork of a sequel to his +most popular play, <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i>.</p> + +<p>He transformed the Count into an imaginary brother of his former hero. +For though D'Ambois had two younger brothers, Hubert, seigneur de +Moigneville, and Georges, baron de Bussy, it is highly improbable that +Chapman had ever heard of them, and there was <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxxv" id="Page_xxxv">[Pg xxxv]</a></span>nothing in the career of +either to suggest the figure of Clermont D'Ambois. The name given by +Chapman to this unhistorical addition to the family was, I believe, due +to a mere chance, if not a misunderstanding. In Grimeston's narrative of +the plot against D'Auvergne he mentions that one of the King's agents, +D'Eurre, "came to Clermont on Monday at night, and goes unto him +[D'Auvergne] where he supped." Here the name Clermont denotes, of +course, a place. But Chapman may have possibly misconceived it to refer +to the Count, and, in any case, its occurrence in this context probably +suggested its bestowal upon the hero of the second D'Ambois play.</p> + +<p>A later passage in Grimeston's history gives an interesting glimpse of +D'Auvergne's character. We are told that after he had been arrested, and +was being conducted to Paris, "all the way he seemed no more afflicted, +then when he was at libertie. He tould youthfull and idle tales of his +love, and the deceiving of ladies. Hee shott in a harquebuse at birds, +wherein hee was so perfect and excellent, as hee did kill larkes as they +were flying."</p> + +<p>From this hint of a personality serenely proof against the shocks of +adversity Chapman elaborated the figure of the "Senecall man," Clermont +D'Ambois. In developing his conception he drew, however, not primarily, +as this phrase suggests, from the writings of the Roman senator and +sage, but from those of the lowlier, though not less authoritative +exponent of Stoic doctrine, the enfranchised slave, Epictetus. As is +shown, for the first time, in the Notes to this edition, the +<i>Discourses</i> of <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxxvi" id="Page_xxxvi">[Pg xxxvi]</a></span>"the grave Greek moralist," known probably through a +Latin version (cf. <a href="#sidenote_Epict"><span class="smcap">ii</span>, i, 157</a>), must have been almost as close to +Chapman's hand while he was writing <i>The Revenge</i> as Grimeston's +compilation. Five long passages in the play (<a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_i_335"><span class="smcap">i</span>, i, 336-42</a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_II_i_155"><span class="smcap">ii</span>, i, +157-60</a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_II_i_210"><span class="smcap">ii</span>, i, 211-32</a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_55"><span class="smcap">iii</span>, iv, 58-75</a>, and <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_125"><span class="smcap">iii</span>, iv, 127-41</a>) are +translated or adapted from specific <i>dicta</i> in the <i>Discourses</i>, while +Epictetus's work in its whole ethical teaching furnished material for +the delineation of the ideal Stoic (<a href="#lnumber_Revenge_IV_iv_10"><span class="smcap">iv</span>, iv, 14-46</a>) who</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"May with heavens immortall powers compare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To whom the day and fortune equall are;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come faire or foule, what ever chance can fall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fixt in himselfe, hee still is one to all."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>But in the character of Clermont there mingle other elements than those +derived from either the historical figure of D'Auvergne, or the ideal +man of Stoic speculation. Had Hamlet never faltered in the task of +executing justice upon the murderer of his father, it is doubtful if a +brother of Bussy would ever have trod the Jacobean stage. Not indeed +that the idea of vengeance being sought for D'Ambois's fate by one of +his nearest kith and kin was without basis in fact. But it was a sister, +not a brother, who had devoted her own and her husband's energies to the +task, though finally the matter had been compromised. De Thou, at the +close of his account of Bussy's murder, relates (vol. <span class="smcap">iii</span>, lib. <span class="smcap">lxvii</span>, +p. 330):</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"<i>Inde odia capitalia inter Bussianos et Monsorellum exorta: +quorum exercendorum onus in se suscepit Joannes Monlucius +Balagnius, . . . ducta in matrimonium occisi Bussii sorore, magni +animi</i> <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxxvii" id="Page_xxxvii">[Pg xxxvii]</a></span><i>foemina quae faces irae maritali subjiciebat: vixque +post novennium certis conditionibus jussu regis inter eum et +Monsorellum transactum fuit.</i>"<a name="FNanchor_XXXVII:1_5" id="FNanchor_XXXVII:1_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_XXXVII:1_5" class="fnanchor">[xxxvii:1]</a></p></div> + +<p>In a later passage (vol. <span class="smcap">v</span>, lib. <span class="smcap">cxviii</span>, p. 558) he is even more +explicit. After referring to Bussy's treacherous assassination, he +continues:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"<i>Quam injuriam Renata ejus soror, generosa foemina et supra +sexum ambitiosa, a fratre proximisque neglectam, cum inultam +manere impatientissime ferret, Balagnio se ultorem profitente, +spretis suorum monitis in matrimonium cum ipso +consensit.</i>"<a name="FNanchor_XXXVII:2_6" id="FNanchor_XXXVII:2_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_XXXVII:2_6" class="fnanchor">[xxxvii:2]</a></p></div> + +<p>As these passages first appeared in De Thou's History in the edition of +1620, they cannot have been known to Chapman, when he was writing <i>The +Revenge</i>. But the circumstances must have been familiar to him from some +other source, probably that which supplied the material for the earlier +play. He accordingly introduces Renée D'Ambois (whom he rechristens +Charlotte) with her husband into his drama, but with great skill he +makes her fiery passion for revenge at all costs a foil to the +scrupulous and deliberate procedure of the high-souled Clermont. Like +Hamlet, the latter has been commissioned by the ghost of his murdered +kinsman to the execution of a task alien to his nature.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxxviii" id="Page_xxxviii">[Pg xxxviii]</a></span></p><p>Though he sends a challenge to Montsurry, and is not lacking in "the +D'Ambois spirit," the atmosphere in which he lingers with whole-hearted +zest is that of the philosophical schools. He is eager to draw every +chance comer into debate on the first principles of action. Absorbed in +speculation, he is indifferent to external circumstances. As Hamlet at +the crisis of his fate lets himself be shipped off to England, so +Clermont makes no demur when the King, who suspects him of complicity +with Guise's traitorous designs, sends him to Cambray, of which his +brother-in-law, Baligny, has been appointed Lieutenant. When on his +arrival, his sister, the Lieutenant's wife, upbraids him with +"lingering" their "dear brother's wreak," he makes the confession (<a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_110"><span class="smcap">iii</span>, +ii, 112-15</a>):</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i7">"I repent that ever<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(By any instigation in th'appearance<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My brothers spirit made, as I imagin'd)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That e'er I yeelded to revenge his murther."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Like Hamlet, too, Clermont, "generous and free from all contriving," is +slow to suspect evil in others, and though warned by an anonymous +letter—here Chapman draws the incidents from the story of Count +D'Auvergne—he lets himself be entrapped at a "muster" or review of +troops by the King's emissaries. But the intervention of Guise soon +procures his release. In the dialogue that follows between him and his +patron the influence of Shakespeare's tragedy is unmistakably patent. +The latter is confiding to Clermont his apprehensions for the future, +when the ghost of Bussy appears, and chides his brother for his delay in +righting <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxxix" id="Page_xxxix">[Pg xxxix]</a></span>his wrongs. That the <i>Umbra</i> of the elder D'Ambois is here +merely emulating the attitude of the elder Hamlet's spirit would be +sufficiently obvious, even if it were not put beyond doubt by the +excited dialogue between Guise, to whom the Ghost is invisible, and +Clermont, which is almost a verbal echo of the parallel dialogue between +the Danish Prince and the Queen. This second visitation from the unseen +world at last stirs up Clermont to execute the long-delayed vengeance +upon Montsurry, though he is all but forestalled by Charlotte, who has +donned masculine disguise for the purpose. But hard upon the deed comes +the news of Guise's assassination, and impatient of the earthly barriers +that now sever him from his "lord," Clermont takes his own life in the +approved Stoic fashion. So passes from the scene one of the most +original and engaging figures in our dramatic literature, and the more +thorough our analysis of the curiously diverse elements out of which he +has been fashioned, the higher will be our estimate of Chapman's +creative power.</p> + +<p>Was it primarily with the motive of providing Clermont with a plausible +excuse for suicide that Chapman so startlingly transformed the +personality of Henry of Guise? The Duke as he appears in <i>The Revenge</i> +has scarcely a feature in common either with the Guise of history or of +the earlier play. Instead of the turbulent and intriguing noble we see a +"true tenth worthy," who realizes that without accompanying virtues +"greatness is a shade, a bubble," and who drinks in from the lips of +Clermont doctrines "of stability and freedom." To such an extent does +Chapman turn apologist for <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xl" id="Page_xl">[Pg xl]</a></span>Guise that in a well-known passage (<a href="#lnumber_Revenge_II_i_205"><span class="smcap">ii</span>, i, +205 ff.</a>) he goes out of his way to declare that the Massacre of St. +Bartholomew was "hainous" only "to a brutish sense, But not a manly +reason," and to argue that the blame lay not with "religious Guise," but +with those who had played false to "faith and true religion." So +astonishing is the dramatist's change of front that, but for the +complete lack of substantiating evidence, one would infer that, like +Dryden in the interval between <i>Religio Laici</i> and <i>The Hind and +Panther</i>, he had joined the Church of Rome. In any case the change is +not due to the influence of Grimeston's volume, whence Chapman draws his +material for the account of Guise's last days. For Jean de Serres (whom +the Englishman is here translating) sums up the Duke's character in an +"appreciation," where virtues and faults are impartially balanced and +the latter are in no wise extenuated. It is another tribute to Chapman's +skill, which only close study of the play in relation to its source +brings out, that while he borrows, even to the most minute particulars, +from the annalist, he throws round the closing episodes of Guise's +career a halo of political martyrdom which there is nothing in the +original to suggest. This metamorphosis of Guise is all the more +remarkable, because Monsieur, his former co-partner in villany, +reappears, in the one scene where he figures, in the same ribald, +blustering vein as before, and his death is reported, at the close of +Act <span class="smcap">iv</span>, as a fulfilment of Bussy's dying curse.</p> + +<p>While Guise is transfigured, and Monsieur remains his truculent, +vainglorious self, Montsurry has suffered a strange degeneration. It is +sufficiently remarkable, to <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xli" id="Page_xli">[Pg xli]</a></span>begin with, after his declaration at the +end of <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i>,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"May both points of heavens strait axeltree<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Conjoyne in one, before thy selfe and me!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>to find him ready to receive back Tamyra as his wife, though her sole +motive in rejoining him is to precipitate vengeance on his head. Nor had +anything in the earlier play prepared us for the spectacle of him as a +poltroon, who has "barricado'd" himself in his house to avoid a +challenge, and who shrieks "murther!" at the entrance of an unexpected +visitor. In the light of such conduct it is difficult to regard as +merely assumed his pusillanimity in the final scene, where he at first +grovels before Clermont on the plea that by his baseness he will "shame" +the avenger's victory. And when he does finally nerve himself to the +encounter, and dies with words of forgiveness for Clermont and Tamyra on +his lips, the episode of reconciliation, though evidently intended to be +edifying, is so huddled and inconsecutive as to be well-nigh ridiculous.</p> + +<p>Equally ineffective and incongruous are the moralising discourses of +which Bussy's ghost is made the spokesman. It does not seem to have +occurred to Chapman that vindications of divine justice, suitable on the +lips of the elder Hamlet, fell with singular infelicity from one who had +met his doom in the course of a midnight intrigue. In fact, wherever the +dramatist reintroduces the main figures of the earlier play, he falls to +an inferior level. He seems unable to revivify its nobler elements, and +merely repeats the more <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xlii" id="Page_xlii">[Pg xlii]</a></span>melodramatic and garish effects which refuse to +blend with the classic grace and pathos of Clermont's story. The +audiences before whom <i>The Revenge</i> was produced evidently showed +themselves ill-affected towards such a medley of purely fictitious +creations, and of historical personages and incidents, treated in the +most arbitrary fashion. For Chapman in his dedicatory letter to Sir +Thomas Howard refers bitterly to the "maligners" with whom the play met +"in the scenicall presentation," and asks who will expect "the +autenticall truth of eyther person or action . . . in a poeme, whose +subject is not truth, but things like truth?" He forgets that "things +like truth" are not attained, when alien elements are forced into +mechanical union, or when well-known historical characters and events +are presented under radically false colours. But we who read the drama +after an interval of three centuries can afford to be less perturbed +than Jacobean playgoers at its audacious juggling with facts, provided +that it appeals to us in other ways. We are not likely indeed to adopt +Chapman's view that the elements that give it enduring value are +"materiall instruction, elegant and sententious excitation to vertue, +and deflection from her contrary." For these we shall assuredly look +elsewhere; it is not to them that <i>The Revenge of Bussy D'Ambois</i> owes +its distinctive charm. The secret of that charm lies outside the spheres +of "autenticall truth," moral as well as historical. It consists, as it +seems to me, essentially in this—that the play is one of the most truly +spontaneous products of English "humanism" in its later phase. The same +passionate impulse—in <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xliii" id="Page_xliii">[Pg xliii]</a></span>itself so curiously "romantic"—to revitalise +classical life and ideals, which prompted Chapman's translation of +"Homer, Prince of Poets," is the shaping spirit of this singular +tragedy. Its hero, as we have seen, has strayed into the France of the +Catholic Reaction from some academe in Athens or in imperial Rome. He +is, in truth, far more really a spirit risen from the dead than the +materialised <i>Umbra</i> of his brother. His pervasive influence works in +all around him, so that nobles and courtiers forget for a time the +strife of faction while they linger over some fragrant memory of the +older world. Epictetus with his doctrines of how to live and how to die; +the "grave Greeke tragedian" who drew "the princesse, sweet Antigone"; +Homer with his "unmatched poem"; the orators Demetrius Phalerius and +Demades—these and their like cast a spell over the scene, and transport +us out of the troubled atmosphere of sixteenth-century vendetta into the +"ampler æther," the "diviner air," of "the glory that was Greece, the +grandeur that was Rome."</p> + +<p>Thus the two <i>Bussy</i> plays, when critically examined, are seen to be +essentially unlike in spite of their external similarity. The plot of +the one springs from that of the other; both are laid in the same period +and <i>milieu</i>; in technique they are closely akin. The diction and +imagery are, indeed, simpler, and the verse is of more liquid cadence in +<i>The Revenge</i> than in <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i>. But the true difference lies +deeper,—in the innermost spirit of the two dramas. <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i> is +begotten of "the very torrent, tempest, and whirlwind" of passion; it +throbs with the stress of an over-tumultuous life. <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xliv" id="Page_xliv">[Pg xliv]</a></span><i>The Revenge</i> is the +offspring of the meditative impulse, that averts its gaze from the +outward pageant of existence, to peer into the secrets of Man's ultimate +destiny, and his relation to the "Universal," of which he involuntarily +finds himself a part.</p> + +<p class="author"><span class="smcap">Frederick S. Boas.</span></p> + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /> +<h4>FOOTNOTES:</h4> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_XII:1_4" id="Footnote_XII:1_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_XII:1_4"><span class="label">[xii:1]</span></a> Through the kindness of Professor Baker I have seen an +unpublished paper of Mr. P. C. Hoyt, Instructor in Harvard University, +which first calls attention to the combined suggestiveness of three +entries in <i>Henslowe's Diary</i> (Collier's ed.) for any discussion of the +date of <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i>. In Henslowe's "Enventorey of all the aparell +of the Lord Admirals men, taken the 13<sup>th</sup> of Marcher 1598," is an item, +"Perowes sewt, which W<sup>m</sup> Sley were." (<i>Henslowe's Diary</i>, ed. Collier, +p. 275.) In no extant play save <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i> is a character called +Pero introduced. Moreover, Henslowe (pp. 113 and 110) has the following +entries: "Lent unto W<sup>m</sup> Borne, the 19 of novembr 1598 . . . the some of +xij<sup>s</sup>, w<sup>ch</sup> he sayd y<sup>t</sup> was to Imbrader his hatte for the Gwisse. Lent +W<sup>m</sup> Birde, ales Borne, the 27 of novembr, to bye a payer of sylke +stockens, to playe the Gwisse in xx<sup>s</sup>." Taken by themselves these two +allusions to the "Gwisse" might refer, as Collier supposed, to Marlowe's +<i>The Massacre at Paris</i>. But when combined with the mention of Pero +earlier in the year, they may equally well refer to the Guise in <i>Bussy +D'Ambois</i>. Can <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i> have been the unnamed "tragedie" by +Chapman, for the first three Acts of which Henslowe lent him iij<sup>li</sup> on +Jan. 4, 1598, followed by a similar sum on Jan. 8th, "in fulle payment +for his tragedie?" The words which Dekker quotes in <i>Satiromastix</i>, Sc 7 +(1602), "For trusty D'Amboys now the deed is done," seem to be a line +from a play introducing D'Ambois. If, however, the play was written +circa 1598, it must have been considerably revised after the accession +of James I to the throne, for the allusions to Elizabeth as an "old +Queene" (1, 2, 12), and to Bussy as being mistaken for "a knight of the +new edition," must have been written after the accession of James I +(<i>Chronicle of the English Drama</i>, 1, 59). But Mr Fleay's further +statement that the words, "Tis leape yeere" (1, 2, 85), "must apply to +the date of production," and "fix the time of representation to 1604," +is only an ingenious conjecture. If the words "Ile be your ghost to +haunt you," etc (1, 2, 243-244), refer to <i>Macbeth</i>, as I have suggested +in the note on the passage, they point to a revision of the play not +earlier than the latter part of 1606.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_XXXVII:1_5" id="Footnote_XXXVII:1_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_XXXVII:1_5"><span class="label">[xxxvii:1]</span></a> "Hence a deadly feud arose between the kin of Bussy +and Montsurry. The task of carrying this into action was undertaken by +Jean Montluc Baligny, who had married the murdered man's sister, a +high-spirited woman who fanned the flame of her husband's wrath. With +difficulty, after a period of nine years, was an arrangement come to +between him and Montsurry on specified terms by the order of the King."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_XXXVII:2_6" id="Footnote_XXXVII:2_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_XXXVII:2_6"><span class="label">[xxxvii:2]</span></a> "Renée, his sister, a high-souled woman, and of +aspirations loftier than those of her sex, brooked it very ill that this +injury, of which his brother and nearest kin took no heed, should remain +unavenged. When, therefore, Baligny profferred himself as an avenger, +she agreed to marry him, in defiance of the admonitions of her family."</p></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xlv" id="Page_xlv">[Pg xlv]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="Bussy_Text" id="Bussy_Text"></a>THE TEXT</h2> + + +<p><i>Bussy D'Ambois</i> was first printed in quarto in 1607 by W. Aspley, and +was reissued in 1608. In 1641, seven years after Chapman's death, Robert +Lunne published another edition in quarto of the play, which, according +to the title-page, was "much corrected and amended by the Author before +his death." This quarto differs essentially from its predecessors. It +omits and adds numerous passages, and makes constant minor changes in +the text. The revised version is not appreciably superior to the +original draft, but, on the evidence of the title-page, it must be +accepted as authoritative. It was reissued by Lunne, with a different +imprint, in 1646, and by J. Kirton, with a new title-page, in 1657. +Copies of the 1641 quarto differ in unimportant details such as +<i>articular</i>, <i>articulat</i>, for evidently some errors were corrected as +the edition passed through the press. Some copies of the 1646 quarto +duplicate the uncorrected copies of the 1641 quarto.</p> + +<p>In a reprint of Chapman's Tragedies and Comedies, published by J. +Pearson in 1873, the anonymous editor purported to "follow mainly" the +text of 1641, but collation with the originals shows that he transcribed +that of 1607, substituting the later version where the two quartos +differed, but retaining elsewhere the spelling of the earlier one. Nor +is his list of variants complete. There have been also three editions of +the play in modernized spelling by C. W. Dilke in 1814, R. H. Shepherd +in 1874, and W. L. Phelps in 1895, particulars of which are given in the +Bibliography. The present edition is therefore the first to reproduce +the authoritative text unimpaired. The original spelling has been +retained, though capitalization has been modernized, and the use of +italics for personal names has not been preserved. But the chaotic +punctuation has been throughout revised, though, except to remove +ambiguity, I have not interfered with one distinctive feature, an +exceptionally frequent use of brackets. In a few cases of doubtful +interpretation, the old punctuation has been given in the footnotes.</p> + +<p>Dilke, though the earliest of the annotators, contributed most to <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xlvi" id="Page_xlvi">[Pg xlvi]</a></span>the +elucidation of allusions and obsolete phrases. While seeking to +supplement his and his successors' labours in this direction, I have +also attempted a more perilous task—the interpretation of passages +where the difficulty arises from the peculiar texture of Chapman's +thought and style. Such a critical venture seems a necessary preliminary +if we are ever to sift truth from falsehood in Dryden's +indictment—indolently accepted by many critics as conclusive—of <i>Bussy +D'Ambois</i>.</p> + +<p>The group of quartos of 1641, 1646, and 1657, containing Chapman's +revised text, is denoted by the symbol "B"; those of 1607 and 1608 by +"A." In the footnotes all the variants contained in A are given except +in a few cases where the reading of A has been adopted in the text and +that of B recorded as a variant. I have preferred the reading of A to B, +when it gives an obviously better sense, or is metrically superior. I +have also included in the Text fifty lines at the beginning of Act <span class="smcap">ii</span>, +Scene 2, which are found only in A. Some slight conjectural emendations +have been attempted which are distinguished by "emend. ed." in the +footnotes. In these cases the reading of the quartos, if unanimous, is +denoted by "Qq."</p> + +<p>In the quartos the play is simply divided into five Acts. These I have +subdivided into Scenes, within which the lines have been numbered to +facilitate reference. The stage directions in B are numerous and +precise, and I have made only a few additions, which are enclosed in +brackets. The quartos vary between <i>Bussy</i> and <i>D'Ambois</i>, and between +<i>Behemoth</i> and <i>Spiritus</i>, as a prefix to speeches. I have kept to the +former throughout in either case.</p> + +<p class="author">F. S. B.</p> + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /> + +<h1>Bussy D'Ambois:<br /> +<br /> +A<br /> +TRAGEDIE:</h1> + +<p class="sectctr">As it hath been often Acted with<br /> +great Applause.</p> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Being much corrected and amended<br /> +by the Author before his death.</i></p> + + +<p class="ctrsmgap"><i>LONDON:</i><br /> +Printed by <i>A. N.</i> for <i>Robert Lunne</i>.<br /> +1641.</p> + + + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="Bussy_Sources" id="Bussy_Sources"></a>SOURCES</h2> + + +<p>The immediate source of the play has not been identified, but in the +<i>Introduction</i> attention has been drawn to passages in the writings of +Bussy's contemporaries, especially Brantôme and Marguerite de Valois, +which narrate episodes similar to those in the earlier Acts. Extracts +from De Thou's <i>Historiae sui temporis</i> and Rosset's <i>Histoires +Tragiques</i>, which tell the tale of Bussy's amorous intrigue and his +assassination, have also been reprinted as an Appendix. But both these +narratives are later than the play. Seneca's representation in the +<i>Hercules Œtaeus</i> of the Greek hero's destruction by treachery gave +Chapman suggestions for his treatment of the final episode in Bussy's +career (cf. <span class="smcap">v</span>, 4, 100-108, and note).</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="Bussy_Prologue" id="Bussy_Prologue"></a>PROLOGUE</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Not out of confidence that none but wee</i></p> +<p><i>Are able to present this tragedie,</i></p> +<p><i>Nor out of envie at the grace of late</i></p> +<p><i>It did receive, nor yet to derogate</i></p> +<p><i>From their deserts, who give out boldly that</i><span class="linenum">5</span></p> +<p><i>They move with equall feet on the same flat;</i></p> +<p><i>Neither for all, nor any of such ends,</i></p> +<p><i>We offer it, gracious and noble friends,</i></p> +<p><i>To your review; wee, farre from emulation,</i></p> +<p><i>And (charitably judge) from imitation,</i><span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_Prologue_10" id="lnumber_Bussy_Prologue_10"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_Prologue_10">10</a></span></p> +<p><i>With this work entertaine you, a peece knowne,</i></p> +<p><i>And still beleev'd, in Court to be our owne.</i></p> +<p><i>To quit our claime, doubting our right or merit,</i></p> +<p><i>Would argue in us poverty of spirit</i></p> +<p><i>Which we must not subscribe to: Field is gone,</i><span class="linenum">15</span></p> +<p><i>Whose action first did give it name, and one</i></p> +<p><i>Who came the neerest to him, is denide</i></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span><p><i>By his gray beard to shew the height and pride</i></p> +<p><i>Of D'Ambois youth and braverie; yet to hold</i></p> +<p><i>Our title still a foot, and not grow cold</i><span class="linenum">20</span></p> +<p><i>By giving it o're, a third man with his best</i></p> +<p><i>Of care and paines defends our interest;</i></p> +<p><i>As Richard he was lik'd, nor doe wee feare,</i></p> +<p><i>In personating D'Ambois, hee'le appeare</i></p> +<p><i>To faint, or goe lesse, so your free consent,</i><span class="linenum">25</span></p> +<p><i>As heretofore, give him encouragement.</i></p> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#Bussy_Prologue"><i>Prologue.</i></a> The Prologue does not appear in A.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_Prologue_10" id="lnote_Bussy_Prologue_10"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_Prologue_10">10</a> (<i>charitably judge</i>). So punctuated by ed. B has:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>To your review, we farre from emulation</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>(And charitably judge from imitation)</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>With this work entertaine you, a peece knowne</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And still beleev'd in Court to be our owne,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>To quit our claime, doubting our right or merit,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Would argue in us poverty of spirit</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Which we must not subscribe to.</i><br /></span> +</div></div></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_Prologue_10">13</a> <i>doubting</i>. In some copies of B this is misprinted +<i>oubting</i>.</p></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="Bussy_Dramatis_Personae" id="Bussy_Dramatis_Personae"></a>[DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.<a name="FNanchor_4:1_7" id="FNanchor_4:1_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_4:1_7" class="fnanchor"><span class="hfn">[4:1]</span></a></h2> + + +<table summary="Bussy Dramatis Personae" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><span class="smcap">Henry III</span>, King of France.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><span class="smcap">Monsieur</span>, his brother.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><span class="smcap">The Duke of Guise.</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><span class="smcap">Montsurry</span>, a Count.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><span class="smcap">Bussy D'Ambois.</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft"><span class="smcap">Barrisor</span>,<br /> + <span class="smcap">L'Anou</span>,<br /> + <span class="smcap">Pyrhot</span>,</td> + <td> + <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="bracket" style="margin-top: 0em;"> + <tr> + <td class="bt br bb"> <br /> <br /> </td> + </tr> + </table> + </td> + <td>Courtiers: enemies of <span class="smcap">D'Ambois</span>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft"><span class="smcap">Brisac</span>,<br /> + <span class="smcap">Melynell</span>,</td> + <td> + <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="bracket" style="margin-top: 0em;"> + <tr> + <td class="bt br bb"> <br /> <br /></td> + </tr> + </table> + </td> + <td>Courtiers: friends of <span class="smcap">D'Ambois</span>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><span class="smcap">Comolet</span>, a Friar.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><span class="smcap">Maffe</span>, steward to <span class="smcap">Monsieur</span>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><span class="smcap">Nuncius.</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><span class="smcap">Murderers.</span></td> +</tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft"><span class="smcap">Behemoth</span>,<br /> + <span class="smcap">Cartophylax</span>,<br /> + <span class="smcap">Umbra of Friar.</span></td> + <td> + <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="bracket" style="margin-top: 0em;"> + <tr> + <td class="bt br bb"> <br /> <br /> <br /></td> + </tr> + </table> + </td> + <td>Spirits.<br /></td> +</tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><span class="smcap">Elenor</span>, Duchess of Guise.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><span class="smcap">Tamyra</span>, Countess of Montsurry.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><span class="smcap">Beaupre</span>, niece to <span class="smcap">Elenor</span>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><span class="smcap">Annable</span>, maid to <span class="smcap">Elenor</span>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><span class="smcap">Pero</span>, maid to <span class="smcap">Tamyra</span>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><span class="smcap">Charlotte</span>, maid to <span class="smcap">Beaupre</span>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><span class="smcap">Pyra</span>, a court lady.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3">Courtiers, Ladies, Pages, Servants, Spirits, &c.</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<p class="sectctr"><span class="smcap">Scene.</span>—Paris<a name="FNanchor_4:2_8" id="FNanchor_4:2_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_4:2_8" class="fnanchor">[4:2]</a>]<br /> +</p> + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /> +<h4>FOOTNOTES:</h4> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4:1_7" id="Footnote_4:1_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4:1_7"><span class="label">[4:1]</span></a> The Quartos contain no list of <i>Dramatis Personæ</i>. One is +however prefixed to D'Urfey's version (1691), with the names of the +performers added. C. W. Dilke prefixed a somewhat imperfect one to his +edition in vol. <span class="smcap">iii</span> of <i>Old English Plays</i> (1814). W. L. Phelps, who did +not know of Dilke's list, supplied a more correct one in his edition in +the <i>Mermaid Series</i> (1895). The subjoined list adds some fresh details, +especially concerning the subordinate characters.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4:2_8" id="Footnote_4:2_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4:2_8"><span class="label">[4:2]</span></a> Many episodes in Bussy D'Ambois's career, which took +place in the Province of Anjou, are transferred in the play to Paris.</p></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /> + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p> +<h2>Bussy D'Ambois<br /> +<br /> +A<br /> +Tragedie</h2> + +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> + +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><span class="smcap"><a name="Bussy_I_i" id="Bussy_I_i"></a>Actus primi Scena prima.</span></h2> + +<p class="center">[<i>A glade, near the Court.</i>]</p> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Enter Bussy D'Ambois poore.</i></p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p>[<i>Bussy.</i>] Fortune, not Reason, rules the state of things,</p> +<p>Reward goes backwards, Honor on his head,</p> +<p>Who is not poore is monstrous; only Need</p> +<p>Gives forme and worth to every humane seed.</p> +<p>As cedars beaten with continuall stormes,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_5" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_5"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_i_5">5</a></span></p> +<p>So great men flourish; and doe imitate</p> +<p>Unskilfull statuaries, who suppose</p> +<p>(In forming a Colossus) if they make him</p> +<p>Stroddle enough, stroot, and look bigg, and gape,</p> +<p>Their work is goodly: so men meerely great<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_10" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_10"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_i_10">10</a></span></p> +<p>In their affected gravity of voice,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span><p>Sowrnesse of countenance, manners cruelty,</p> +<p>Authority, wealth, and all the spawne of Fortune,</p> +<p>Think they beare all the Kingdomes worth before them;</p> +<p>Yet differ not from those colossick statues,<span class="linenum">15</span></p> +<p>Which, with heroique formes without o're-spread,</p> +<p>Within are nought but morter, flint and lead.</p> +<p>Man is a torch borne in the winde; a dreame</p> +<p>But of a shadow, summ'd with all his substance;</p> +<p>And as great seamen using all their wealth<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_20" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_20"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_i_20">20</a></span></p> +<p>And skills in Neptunes deepe invisible pathes,</p> +<p>In tall ships richly built and ribd with brasse,</p> +<p>To put a girdle round about the world,</p> +<p>When they have done it (comming neere their haven)</p> +<p>Are faine to give a warning peece, and call<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_25" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_25"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_i_25">25</a></span></p> +<p>A poore staid fisher-man, that never past</p> +<p>His countries sight, to waft and guide them in:</p> +<p>So when we wander furthest through the waves</p> +<p>Of glassie Glory, and the gulfes of State,</p> +<p>Topt with all titles, spreading all our reaches,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_30" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_30"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_i_30">30</a></span></p> +<p>As if each private arme would sphere the earth,</p> +<p>Wee must to vertue for her guide resort,</p> +<p>Or wee shall shipwrack in our safest port. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Procumbit.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p> +<p class="center">[<i>Enter</i>] <i>Monsieur with two Pages.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p>[<i>Monsieur.</i>] There is no second place in numerous state</p> +<p>That holds more than a cypher: in a King<span class="linenum">35</span></p> +<p>All places are contain'd. His words and looks</p> +<p>Are like the flashes and the bolts of Jove;</p> +<p>His deeds inimitable, like the sea</p> +<p>That shuts still as it opes, and leaves no tracts,</p> +<p>Nor prints of president for meane mens facts:<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_40" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_40"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_i_40">40</a></span></p> +<p>There's but a thred betwixt me and a crowne;</p> +<p>I would not wish it cut, unlesse by nature;</p> +<p>Yet to prepare me for that possible fortune,</p> +<p>'Tis good to get resolved spirits about mee.</p> +<p>I follow'd D'Ambois to this greene retreat;<span class="linenum">45</span></p> +<p>A man of spirit beyond the reach of feare,</p> +<p>Who (discontent with his neglected worth)</p> +<p>Neglects the light, and loves obscure abodes;</p> +<p>But hee is young and haughty, apt to take</p> +<p>Fire at advancement, to beare state, and flourish;<span class="linenum">50</span></p> +<p>In his rise therefore shall my bounties shine:</p> +<p>None lothes the world so much, nor loves to scoffe it,</p> +<p>But gold and grace will make him surfet of it.</p> +<p>What, D'Ambois!—</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s12">He, sir.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s17">Turn'd to earth, alive!</span></p> +<p>Up man, the sunne shines on thee.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s22">Let it shine:</span><span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_55" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_55"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_i_55">55</a></span></p> +<p>I am no mote to play in't, as great men are.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Callest thou men great in state, motes in the sunne?</p> +<p>They say so that would have thee freeze in shades,</p> +<p>That (like the grosse Sicilian gurmundist)</p> +<p>Empty their noses in the cates they love,<span class="linenum">60</span></p> +<p>That none may eat but they. Do thou but bring</p> +<p>Light to the banquet Fortune sets before thee</p> +<p>And thou wilt loath leane darknesse like thy death.</p> +<p>Who would beleeve thy mettall could let sloth</p> +<p>Rust and consume it? If Themistocles<span class="linenum">65</span></p> +<p>Had liv'd obscur'd thus in th'Athenian State,</p> +<p>Xerxes had made both him and it his slaves.</p> +<p>If brave Camillus had lurckt so in Rome,</p> +<p>He had not five times beene Dictator there,</p> +<p>Nor foure times triumpht. If Epaminondas<span class="linenum">70</span></p> +<p>(Who liv'd twice twenty yeeres obscur'd in Thebs)</p> +<p>Had liv'd so still, he had beene still unnam'd,</p> +<p>And paid his country nor himselfe their right:</p> +<p>But putting forth his strength he rescu'd both</p> +<p>From imminent ruine; and, like burnisht steele,<span class="linenum">75</span></p> +<p>After long use he shin'd; for as the light</p> +<p>Not only serves to shew, but render us</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span><p>Mutually profitable, so our lives</p> +<p>In acts exemplarie not only winne</p> +<p>Our selves good names, but doe to others give<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_80" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_80"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_i_80">80</a></span></p> +<p>Matter for vertuous deeds, by which wee live.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> What would you wish me?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s20">Leave the troubled streames,</span></p> +<p>And live where thrivers doe, at the well head.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> At the well head? Alas! what should I doe</p> +<p>With that enchanted glasse? See devils there?<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_85" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_85"></a>85</span></p> +<p>Or (like a strumpet) learne to set my looks</p> +<p>In an eternall brake, or practise jugling,</p> +<p>To keep my face still fast, my heart still loose;</p> +<p>Or beare (like dames schoolmistresses their riddles)</p> +<p>Two tongues, and be good only for a shift;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_90" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_90"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_i_90">90</a></span></p> +<p>Flatter great lords, to put them still in minde</p> +<p>Why they were made lords; or please humorous ladies</p> +<p>With a good carriage, tell them idle tales,</p> +<p>To make their physick work; spend a man's life</p> +<p>In sights and visitations, that will make<span class="linenum">95</span></p> +<p>His eyes as hollow as his mistresse heart:</p> +<p>To doe none good, but those that have no need;</p> +<p>To gaine being forward, though you break for haste</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span><p>All the commandements ere you break your fast;</p> +<p>But beleeve backwards, make your period<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_100" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_100"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_i_100">100</a></span></p> +<p>And creeds last article, "I beleeve in God":</p> +<p>And (hearing villanies preacht) t'unfold their art,</p> +<p>Learne to commit them? Tis a great mans part.</p> +<p>Shall I learne this there?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s14">No, thou needst not learne;</span></p> +<p>Thou hast the theorie; now goe there and practise.<span class="linenum">105</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> I, in a thrid-bare suit; when men come there,</p> +<p>They must have high naps, and goe from thence bare:</p> +<p>A man may drowne the parts of ten rich men</p> +<p>In one poore suit; brave barks, and outward glosse</p> +<p>Attract Court loves, be in parts ne're so grosse.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_110" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_110"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_i_110">110</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Thou shalt have glosse enough, and all things fit</p> +<p>T'enchase in all shew thy long smothered spirit:</p> +<p>Be rul'd by me then. The old Scythians</p> +<p>Painted blinde Fortunes powerfull hands with wings,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span><p>To shew her gifts come swift and suddenly,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_115" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_115"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_i_115">115</a></span></p> +<p>Which if her favorite be not swift to take,</p> +<p>He loses them for ever. Then be wise;</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Exit Mon[sieur] with Pages. Manet Buss[y].</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p>Stay but a while here, and I'le send to thee.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> What will he send? some crowns? It is to sow them</p> +<p>Upon my spirit, and make them spring a crowne<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_120" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_120"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_i_120">120</a></span></p> +<p>Worth millions of the seed crownes he will send.</p> +<p>Like to disparking noble husbandmen,</p> +<p>Hee'll put his plow into me, plow me up;</p> +<p>But his unsweating thrift is policie,</p> +<p>And learning-hating policie is ignorant<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_125" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_125"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_i_125">125</a></span></p> +<p>To fit his seed-land soyl; a smooth plain ground</p> +<p>Will never nourish any politick seed.</p> +<p>I am for honest actions, not for great:</p> +<p>If I may bring up a new fashion,</p> +<p>And rise in Court for vertue, speed his plow!<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_130" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_130"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_i_130">130</a></span></p> +<p>The King hath knowne me long as well as hee,</p> +<p>Yet could my fortune never fit the length</p> +<p>Of both their understandings till this houre.</p> +<p>There is a deepe nicke in Times restlesse wheele</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span><p>For each mans good, when which nicke comes, it strikes;<span class="linenum">135</span></p> +<p>As rhetorick yet workes not perswasion,</p> +<p>But only is a meane to make it worke:</p> +<p>So no man riseth by his reall merit,</p> +<p>But when it cries "clincke" in his raisers spirit.</p> +<p>Many will say, that cannot rise at all,<span class="linenum">140</span></p> +<p>Mans first houres rise is first step to his fall.</p> +<p>I'le venture that; men that fall low must die,</p> +<p>As well as men cast headlong from the skie.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Ent[er] Maffe.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p>[<i>Maffe.</i>] Humor of Princes! Is this wretch indu'd</p> +<p>With any merit worth a thousand crownes?<span class="linenum">145</span></p> +<p>Will my lord have me be so ill a steward</p> +<p>Of his revenue, to dispose a summe</p> +<p>So great, with so small cause as shewes in him?</p> +<p>I must examine this. Is your name D'Ambois?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Sir?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maff.</i><span class="s4"> Is your name D'Ambois?</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s24"> Who have we here?</span><span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_150" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_150"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_i_150">150</a></span></p> +<p>Serve you the Monsieur?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maff.</i><span class="s16"> How?</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s22"> Serve you the Monsieur?</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maff.</i> Sir, y'are very hot. I doe serve the Monsieur;</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span><p>But in such place as gives me the command</p> +<p>Of all his other servants: and because</p> +<p>His Graces pleasure is to give your good<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_155" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_155"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_i_155">155</a></span></p> +<p>His passe through my command, me thinks you might</p> +<p>Use me with more respect.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s17"> Crie you mercy!</span></p> +<p>Now you have opened my dull eies, I see you,</p> +<p>And would be glad to see the good you speake of:</p> +<p>What might I call your name?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maff.</i><span class="s18"> Monsieur Maffe.</span><span class="linenum">160</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Monsieur Maffe? Then, good Monsieur Maffe,</p> +<p>Pray let me know you better.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maff.</i><span class="s18"> Pray doe so,</span></p> +<p>That you may use me better. For your selfe,</p> +<p>By your no better outside, I would judge you</p> +<p>To be some poet. Have you given my lord<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_165" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_165"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_i_165">165</a></span></p> +<p>Some pamphlet?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s9"> Pamphlet!</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maff.</i><span class="s17"> Pamphlet, sir, I say.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span><p><i>Buss.</i> Did your great masters goodnesse leave the good,</p> +<p>That is to passe your charge to my poore use,</p> +<p>To your discretion?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maff.</i><span class="s11"> Though he did not, sir,</span></p> +<p>I hope 'tis no rude office to aske reason<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_170" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_170"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_i_170">170</a></span></p> +<p>How that his Grace gives me in charge, goes from me?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> That's very perfect, sir.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maff.</i><span class="s18"> Why, very good, sir;</span></p> +<p>I pray, then, give me leave. If for no pamphlet,</p> +<p>May I not know what other merit in you</p> +<p>Makes his compunction willing to relieve you?<span class="linenum">175</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> No merit in the world, sir.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maff.</i><span class="s20"> That is strange.</span></p> +<p>Y'are a poore souldier, are you?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s21"> That I am, sir.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maff.</i> And have commanded?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s19"> I, and gone without, sir.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maff.</i> I see the man: a hundred crownes will make him</p> +<p>Swagger, and drinke healths to his Graces bountie,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_180" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_180"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_i_180">180</a></span></p> +<p>And sweare he could not be more bountifull;</p> +<p>So there's nine hundred crounes sav'd. Here, tall souldier,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span><p>His Grace hath sent you a whole hundred crownes.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> A hundred, sir! Nay, doe his Highnesse right;</p> +<p>I know his hand is larger, and perhaps<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_185" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_185"></a>185</span></p> +<p>I may deserve more than my outside shewes.</p> +<p>I am a poet as I am a souldier,</p> +<p>And I can poetise; and (being well encourag'd)</p> +<p>May sing his fame for giving; yours for delivering</p> +<p>(Like a most faithfull steward) what he gives.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_190" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_190"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_i_190">190</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maff.</i> What shall your subject be?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s22"> I care not much</span></p> +<p>If to his bounteous Grace I sing the praise</p> +<p>Of faire great noses, and to you of long ones.</p> +<p>What qualities have you, sir, (beside your chaine</p> +<p>And velvet jacket)? Can your Worship dance?<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_195" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_195"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_i_195">195</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maff.</i> A pleasant fellow, faith; it seemes my lord</p> +<p>Will have him for his jester; and, berlady,</p> +<p>Such men are now no fooles; 'tis a knights place.</p> +<p>If I (to save his Grace some crounes) should urge him</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span><p>T'abate his bountie, I should not be heard;<span class="linenum">200</span></p> +<p>I would to heaven I were an errant asse,</p> +<p>For then I should be sure to have the eares</p> +<p>Of these great men, where now their jesters have them.</p> +<p>Tis good to please him, yet Ile take no notice</p> +<p>Of his preferment, but in policie<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_205" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_205"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_i_205">205</a></span></p> +<p>Will still be grave and serious, lest he thinke</p> +<p>I feare his woodden dagger. Here, Sir Ambo!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> How, Ambo, Sir?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maff.</i><span class="s14"> I, is not your name Ambo?</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> You call'd me lately D'Amboys; has your Worship</p> +<p>So short a head?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maff.</i><span class="s9"> I cry thee mercy, D'Amboys.</span><span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_210" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_i_210"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_i_210">210</a></span></p> +<p>A thousand crownes I bring you from my lord;</p> +<p>If you be thriftie, and play the good husband, you may make</p> +<p>This a good standing living; 'tis a bountie,</p> +<p>His Highnesse might perhaps have bestow'd better.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Goe, y'are a rascall; hence, away, you rogue! <span class="ilstagedir">[<i>Strikes him.</i>]</span><span class="linenum">215</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maff.</i> What meane you, sir?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s17"> Hence! prate no more!</span></p> +<p>Or, by thy villans bloud, thou prat'st thy last!</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span><p>A barbarous groome grudge at his masters bountie!</p> +<p>But since I know he would as much abhorre</p> +<p>His hinde should argue what he gives his friend,<span class="linenum">220</span></p> +<p>Take that, Sir, for your aptnesse to dispute. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit.</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maff.</i> These crownes are set in bloud; bloud be their fruit! <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_i_5" id="lnote_Bussy_I_i_5"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_5">5</a> <i>continuall</i>. A, incessant.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_5">8</a> <i>forming</i>. A, forging.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_i_10" id="lnote_Bussy_I_i_10"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_10">10</a> <i>men meerely great</i>. A, our tympanouse statists.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_i_20" id="lnote_Bussy_I_i_20"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_20">20</a> <i>wealth</i>. A, powers.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_i_25" id="lnote_Bussy_I_i_25"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_25">25</a> <i>faine</i>. A, glad.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_i_30" id="lnote_Bussy_I_i_30"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_30">31</a> <i>earth</i>. A, world.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_i_40" id="lnote_Bussy_I_i_40"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_40">40</a> <i>meane</i>. A, poore.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_40">43</a> <i>possible</i>. A, likely.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_40">44</a> <i>good to</i>. A, fit I.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_i_55" id="lnote_Bussy_I_i_55"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_55">57</a> <i>Callest</i>. A, Think'st.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_i_80" id="lnote_Bussy_I_i_80"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_80">80</a> <i>doe</i>. A, doth.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_80">82</a> <i>me</i>? A, me doe.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_i_90" id="lnote_Bussy_I_i_90"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_90">92</a> <i>humorous</i>. A, portly.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_i_100" id="lnote_Bussy_I_i_100"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_100">102-3</a> <i>And . . . part</i>. Repunctuated by ed. Qq have:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And (hearing villanies preacht) t'unfold their Art<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Learne to commit them, Tis a great mans Part.<br /></span> +</div></div> +</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_i_110" id="lnote_Bussy_I_i_110"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_110">110</a> <i>loves</i>. A, eies.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_110">113</a> <i>old</i>. A, rude.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_i_115" id="lnote_Bussy_I_i_115"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_115">117</a> <i>be wise</i>. A, be rul'd.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_i_120" id="lnote_Bussy_I_i_120"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_120">122-125</a> <i>Like . . . ignorant</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_i_125" id="lnote_Bussy_I_i_125"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_125">126</a> <i>To fit his seed-land soyl</i>. A, But hee's no husband +heere.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_i_130" id="lnote_Bussy_I_i_130"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_130">130</a> <i>for</i>. A, with.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="note_B_I_i_153" id="note_B_I_i_153"></a><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_i_150" id="lnote_Bussy_I_i_150"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_150">153</a> After this line B inserts: Table, Chesbord & Tapers behind +the Arras. This relates not to the present Scene, but to Scene +2, where the King and Guise play chess (cf. <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_180"><span class="smcap">i</span>, 2, 184</a>). Either +it has been inserted, by a printer's error, prematurely; or, +more probably, it may be an instruction to the "prompter" to +see that the properties needed in the next Scene are ready, +which has crept from an acting version of the play into the +Quartos.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_i_155" id="lnote_Bussy_I_i_155"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_155">156</a> <i>His passe</i>. A, A passe.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_155">157</a> <i>respect</i>. A, good fashion.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_i_165" id="lnote_Bussy_I_i_165"></a><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_165">167</a> <i>your great masters goodnesse</i>. A, his wise excellencie.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_i_170" id="lnote_Bussy_I_i_170"></a><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_170">170</a> <i>rude</i>. A, bad.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_i_180" id="lnote_Bussy_I_i_180"></a><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_180">180</a> <i>Graces</i>. A, highnes.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_i_190" id="lnote_Bussy_I_i_190"></a><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_190">192</a> <i>bounteous Grace</i>. A, excellence.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_190">193</a> <i>and to you of long ones</i>. A has:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And to your deserts<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The reverend vertues of a faithfull steward.<br /></span> +</div></div> +</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_i_195" id="lnote_Bussy_I_i_195"></a><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_195">196</a> <i>pleasant</i>. A, merrie.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_195">197</a> <i>berlady</i>. A, beleeve it.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_195">199</a> <i>his Grace</i>. A, my Lord.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_i_205" id="lnote_Bussy_I_i_205"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_205">208-210.</a> <i>How . . . D'Amboys</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_i_210" id="lnote_Bussy_I_i_210"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_210">212</a> <i>If you be thriftie, and</i>. A, Serve God.</p></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /> + + +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;">[<a name="Bussy_I_ii" id="Bussy_I_ii"></a><span class="smcap">Scena Secunda.</span></h2> + +<p class="center"><i>A room in the Court.</i>]</p> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Henry, Guise, Montsurry, Elenor, Tamyra, Beaupre, Pero, Charlotte, +Pyra, Annable.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henry.</i> Duchesse of Guise, your Grace is much enricht</p> +<p>In the attendance of that English virgin,</p> +<p>That will initiate her prime of youth,</p> +<p>(Dispos'd to Court conditions) under the hand</p> +<p>Of your prefer'd instructions and command,<span class="linenum">5</span></p> +<p>Rather than any in the English Court,</p> +<p>Whose ladies are not matcht in Christendome</p> +<p>For gracefull and confirm'd behaviours,</p> +<p>More than the Court, where they are bred, is equall'd.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Guise.</i> I like not their Court-fashion; it is too crestfalne<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_10" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_10"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_ii_10">10</a></span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span><p>In all observance, making demi-gods</p> +<p>Of their great nobles; and of their old Queene</p> +<p>An ever-yong and most immortall goddesse.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Montsurry.</i> No question shee's the rarest Queene in Europe.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Guis.</i> But what's that to her immortality?<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_15" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_15"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_ii_15">15</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henr.</i> Assure you, cosen Guise, so great a courtier,</p> +<p>So full of majestic and roiall parts,</p> +<p>No Queene in Christendome may vaunt her selfe.</p> +<p>Her Court approves it: that's a Court indeed,</p> +<p>Not mixt with clowneries us'd in common houses;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_20" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_20"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_ii_20">20</a></span></p> +<p>But, as Courts should be th'abstracts of their Kingdomes,</p> +<p>In all the beautie, state, and worth they hold,</p> +<p>So is hers, amplie, and by her inform'd.</p> +<p>The world is not contracted in a man,</p> +<p>With more proportion and expression,<span class="linenum">25</span></p> +<p>Than in her Court, her kingdome. Our French Court</p> +<p>Is a meere mirror of confusion to it:</p> +<p>The king and subject, lord and every slave,</p> +<p>Dance a continuall haie; our roomes of state</p> +<p>Kept like our stables; no place more observ'd<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_30" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_30"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_ii_30">30</a></span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span><p>Than a rude market-place: and though our custome</p> +<p>Keepe this assur'd confusion from our eyes,</p> +<p>'Tis nere the lesse essentially unsightly,</p> +<p>Which they would soone see, would they change their forme</p> +<p>To this of ours, and then compare them both;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_35" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_35"></a>35</span></p> +<p>Which we must not affect, because in kingdomes,</p> +<p>Where the Kings change doth breed the subjects terror,</p> +<p>Pure innovation is more grosse than error.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> No question we shall see them imitate</p> +<p>(Though a farre off) the fashions of our Courts,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_40" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_40"></a>40</span></p> +<p>As they have ever ap't us in attire;</p> +<p>Never were men so weary of their skins,</p> +<p>And apt to leape out of themselves as they;</p> +<p>Who, when they travell to bring forth rare men,</p> +<p>Come home delivered of a fine French suit:<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_45" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_45"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_ii_45">45</a></span></p> +<p>Their braines lie with their tailors, and get babies</p> +<p>For their most compleat issue; hee's sole heire</p> +<p>To all the morall vertues that first greetes</p> +<p>The light with a new fashion, which becomes them</p> +<p>Like apes, disfigur'd with the attires of men.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_50" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_50"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_ii_50">50</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henr.</i> No question they much wrong their reall worth</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span><p>In affectation of outlandish scumme;</p> +<p>But they have faults, and we more: they foolish-proud</p> +<p>To jet in others plumes so haughtely;</p> +<p>We proud that they are proud of foolerie,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_55" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_55"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_ii_55">55</a></span></p> +<p>Holding our worthes more compleat for their vaunts.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Monsieur, D'Ambois.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Monsieur.</i> Come, mine owne sweet heart, I will enter thee.</p> +<p>Sir, I have brought a gentleman to court;</p> +<p>And pray, you would vouchsafe to doe him grace.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henr.</i> D'Ambois, I thinke.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bussy.</i><span class="s15"> That's still my name, my lord,</span><span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_60" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_60"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_ii_60">60</a></span></p> +<p>Though I be something altered in attire.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henr.</i> We like your alteration, and must tell you,</p> +<p>We have expected th'offer of your service;</p> +<p>For we (in feare to make mild vertue proud)</p> +<p>Use not to seeke her out in any man.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_65" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_65"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_ii_65">65</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Nor doth she use to seeke out any man:</p> +<p>He that will winne, must wooe her: she's not shameless.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span><p><i>Mons.</i> I urg'd her modestie in him, my lord,</p> +<p>And gave her those rites that he sayes shee merits.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henr.</i> If you have woo'd and won, then, brother, weare him.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_70" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_70"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_ii_70">70</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Th'art mine, sweet heart! See, here's the Guises Duches;</p> +<p>The Countesse of Mountsurreaue, Beaupre.</p> +<p>Come, I'le enseame thee. Ladies, y'are too many</p> +<p>To be in counsell: I have here a friend</p> +<p>That I would gladly enter in your graces.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_75" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_75"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_ii_75">75</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> 'Save you, ladyes!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Duchess.</i> If you enter him in our graces, my</p> +<p>lord, me thinkes, by his blunt behaviour he should</p> +<p>come out of himselfe.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tamyra.</i> Has he never beene courtier, my<span class="linenum">80</span></p> +<p>lord?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Never, my lady.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Beaupre.</i> And why did the toy take him inth'</p> +<p>head now?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Tis leape yeare, lady, and therefore very<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_85" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_85"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_ii_85">85</a></span></p> +<p>good to enter a courtier.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henr.</i> Marke, Duchesse of Guise, there is</p> +<p>one is not bashfull.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Duch.</i> No my lord, he is much guilty of the</p> +<p>bold extremity.<span class="linenum">90</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span><p><i>Tam.</i> The man's a courtier at first sight.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> I can sing pricksong, lady, at first</p> +<p>sight; and why not be a courtier as suddenly?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Beaup.</i> Here's a courtier rotten before he be</p> +<p>ripe.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_95" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_95"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_ii_95">95</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Thinke me not impudent, lady; I am</p> +<p>yet no courtier; I desire to be one and would</p> +<p>gladly take entrance, madam, under your</p> +<p>princely colours.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Barrisor, L'Anou, Pyrhot.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Duch.</i> Soft sir, you must rise by degrees, first<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_100" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_100"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_ii_100">100</a></span></p> +<p>being the servant of some common Lady or</p> +<p>Knights wife, then a little higher to a Lords</p> +<p>wife; next a little higher to a Countesse; yet a</p> +<p>little higher to a Duchesse, and then turne the</p> +<p>ladder.<span class="linenum">105</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Doe you alow a man then foure mistresses,</p> +<p>when the greatest mistresse is alowed</p> +<p>but three servants?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Duch.</i> Where find you that statute sir.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Why be judged by the groome-porters.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_110" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_110"></a>110</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Duch.</i> The groome-porters!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> I, madam, must not they judge of all</p> +<p>gamings i'th' Court?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Duch.</i> You talke like a gamester.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Sir, know you me?<span class="linenum">115</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span><p><i>Buss.</i> My lord!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> I know not you; whom doe you serve?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Serve, my lord!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Go to companion; your courtship's too</p> +<p>saucie.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_120" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_120"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_ii_120">120</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Saucie! Companion! tis the Guise,</p> +<p>but yet those termes might have beene spar'd of</p> +<p>the guiserd. Companion! He's jealous, by this</p> +<p>light. Are you blind of that side, Duke? Ile</p> +<p>to her againe for that. Forth, princely mistresse,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_125" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_125"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_ii_125">125</a></span></p> +<p>for the honour of courtship. Another riddle.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Cease your courtshippe, or, by heaven,</p> +<p>Ile cut your throat.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Cut my throat? cut a whetstone, young</p> +<p>Accius Nœvius! Doe as much with your<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_130" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_130"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_ii_130">130</a></span></p> +<p>tongue as he did with a rasor. Cut my throat!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Barrisor.</i> What new-come gallant have wee</p> +<p>heere, that dares mate the Guise thus?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>L'Anou.</i> Sfoot, tis D'Ambois! the Duke mistakes</p> +<p>him (on my life) for some Knight of the<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_135" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_135"></a>135</span></p> +<p>new edition.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Cut my throat! I would the King</p> +<p>fear'd thy cutting of his throat no more than I</p> +<p>feare thy cutting of mine.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Ile doe't, by this hand.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_140" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_140"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_ii_140">140</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span><p><i>Buss.</i> That hand dares not doe't; y'ave cut</p> +<p>too many throats already, Guise, and robb'd the</p> +<p>realme of many thousand soules, more precious</p> +<p>than thine owne. Come, madam, talk on. Sfoot,</p> +<p>can you not talk? Talk on, I say. Another<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_145" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_145"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_ii_145">145</a></span></p> +<p>riddle.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Pyrhot.</i> Here's some strange distemper.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bar.</i> Here's a sudden transmigration with</p> +<p>D'Ambois, out of the Knights ward into the</p> +<p>Duches bed.<span class="linenum">150</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>L'An.</i> See what a metamorphosis a brave</p> +<p>suit can work.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Pyr.</i> Slight! step to the Guise, and discover</p> +<p>him.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bar.</i> By no meanes; let the new suit work;<span class="linenum">155</span></p> +<p>wee'll see the issue.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Leave your courting.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> I will not. I say, mistresse, and I will</p> +<p>stand unto it, that if a woman may have three</p> +<p>servants, a man may have threescore mistresses.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_160" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_160"></a>160</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Sirrha, Ile have you whipt out of the</p> +<p>Court for this insolence.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Whipt! Such another syllable out a</p> +<p>th'presence, if thou dar'st, for thy Dukedome.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Remember, poultron!<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_165" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_165"></a>165</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Pray thee forbeare!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span><p><i>Buss.</i> Passion of death! Were not the King</p> +<p>here, he should strow the chamber like a rush.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> But leave courting his wife then.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> I wil not: Ile court her in despight of<span class="linenum">170</span></p> +<p>him. Not court her! Come madam, talk on;</p> +<p>feare me nothing. [<i>To Guise.</i>] Well mai'st</p> +<p>thou drive thy master from the Court, but never</p> +<p>D'Ambois.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> His great heart will not down, tis like the sea,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_175" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_175"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_ii_175">175</a></span></p> +<p>That partly by his owne internall heat,</p> +<p>Partly the starrs daily and nightly motion,</p> +<p>Their heat and light, and partly of the place</p> +<p>The divers frames, but chiefly by the moone,</p> +<p>Bristled with surges, never will be wonne,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_180" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_180"></a>180</span></p> +<p>(No, not when th'hearts of all those powers are burst)</p> +<p>To make retreat into his setled home,</p> +<p>Till he be crown'd with his owne quiet fome.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henr.</i> You have the mate. Another?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i><span class="s24"> No more.</span> <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Flourish short.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Exit Guise; after him the King, Mons[ieur] whispering.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bar.</i> Why here's the lion skar'd with the<span class="linenum">185</span></p> +<p>throat of a dunghill cock, a fellow that has</p> +<p>newly shak'd off his shackles; now does he</p> +<p>crow for that victory.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span><p><i>L'An.</i> Tis one of the best jiggs that ever</p> +<p>was acted.<span class="linenum">190</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Pyr.</i> Whom does the Guise suppose him to</p> +<p>be, troe?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>L'An.</i> Out of doubt, some new denizond</p> +<p>Lord, and thinks that suit newly drawne out a</p> +<p>th' mercers books.<span class="linenum">195</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bar.</i> I have heard of a fellow, that by a fixt</p> +<p>imagination looking upon a bulbaiting, had a</p> +<p>visible paire of hornes grew out of his forhead:</p> +<p>and I beleeve this gallant overjoyed with the</p> +<p>conceit of Monsieurs cast suit, imagines himselfe<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_200" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_200"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_ii_200">200</a></span></p> +<p>to be the Monsieur.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>L'An.</i> And why not? as well as the asse</p> +<p>stalking in the lions case, bare himselfe like a</p> +<p>lion, braying all the huger beasts out of the</p> +<p>forrest?<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_205" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_205"></a>205</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Pyr.</i> Peace! he looks this way.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bar.</i> Marrie, let him look, sir; what will you</p> +<p>say now if the Guise be gone to fetch a blanquet</p> +<p>for him?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>L'An.</i> Faith, I beleeve it, for his honour sake.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_210" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_210"></a>210</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Pyr.</i> But, if D'Ambois carrie it cleane? <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt Ladies.</i></span></p> +</div></div> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bar.</i> True, when he curvets in the blanquet.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Pyr.</i> I, marrie, sir.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>L'An.</i> Sfoot, see how he stares on's.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bar.</i> Lord blesse us, let's away.<span class="linenum">215</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span><p><i>Buss.</i> Now, sir, take your full view: who</p> +<p>does the object please ye?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bar.</i> If you aske my opinion, sir, I think</p> +<p>your suit sits as well as if't had beene made for</p> +<p>you.<span class="linenum">220</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> So, sir, and was that the subject of your</p> +<p>ridiculous joylity?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>L'An.</i> What's that to you, sir?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Sir, I have observ'd all your fleerings;</p> +<p>and resolve your selves yee shall give a strickt<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_225" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_225"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_ii_225">225</a></span></p> +<p>account for't.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Brisac, Melynell.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bar.</i> O miraculous jealousie! Doe you think</p> +<p>your selfe such a singular subject for laughter</p> +<p>that none can fall into the matter of our merriment</p> +<p>but you?<span class="linenum">230</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>L'An.</i> This jealousie of yours, sir, confesses</p> +<p>some close defect in your selfe that wee never</p> +<p>dream'd of.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Pyr.</i> Wee held discourse of a perfum'd asse,</p> +<p>that being disguis'd in a lions case imagin'd<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_235" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_235"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_ii_235">235</a></span></p> +<p>himself a lion: I hope that toucht not you.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> So, sir? Your descants doe marvellous</p> +<p>well fit this ground; we shall meet where your</p> +<p>buffonly laughters will cost ye the best blood in</p> +<p>your bodies.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_240" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_240"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_I_ii_240">240</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span><p><i>Bar.</i> For lifes sake, let's be gone; hee'll kill's</p> +<p>outright else.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Goe, at your pleasures; Ile be your</p> +<p>ghost to haunt you; and yee sleepe an't, hang</p> +<p>me.<span class="linenum">245</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>L'An.</i> Goe, goe, sir; court your mistresse.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Pyr.</i> And be advis'd; we shall have odds</p> +<p>against you.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Tush, valour stands not in number: Ile</p> +<p>maintaine it that one man may beat three boyes.<span class="linenum">250</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Brisac.</i> Nay, you shall have no ods of him in</p> +<p>number, sir; hee's a gentleman as good as the</p> +<p>proudest of you, and yee shall not wrong him.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bar.</i> Not, sir?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Melynell.</i> Not, sir; though he be not so rich,<span class="linenum">255</span></p> +<p>hee's a better man than the best of you; and I</p> +<p>will not endure it.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>L'An.</i> Not you, sir?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bris.</i> No, sir, nor I.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> I should thank you for this kindnesse,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_260" id="lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_260"></a>260</span></p> +<p>if I thought these perfum'd musk-cats (being</p> +<p>out of this priviledge) durst but once mew at us.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bar.</i> Does your confident spirit doubt that,</p> +<p>sir? Follow us and try.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>L'An.</i> Come, sir, wee'll lead you a dance. <span class="linenum">265</span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="stagedir"><i>Exeunt.</i></p> + + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Finis Actus Primi.</i></p> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#Bussy_I_ii">2</a> <i>that</i>. A, this.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#Bussy_I_ii">4</a> <i>the</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_10" id="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_10"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_10">10</a> <i>Court-fashion</i>. A, Court forme.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_10">11</a> <i>demi-gods</i>. A, semi-gods.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_10">14-15</a> <i>No question . . . immortality</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_15" id="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_15"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_15">18</a> <i>vaunt</i>. A, boast.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_20" id="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_20"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_20">20</a> <i>clowneries</i>. A, rudenesse.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_30" id="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_30"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_30">32</a> <i>confusion</i>. A, deformitie.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_45" id="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_45"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_45">47</a> <i>sole heire</i>. A, first borne.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_50" id="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_50"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_50">53</a> <i>more</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_50">54</a> <i>To jet . . . haughtely</i>. A, To be the pictures of our +vanitie.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_55" id="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_55"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_55">56</a> <i>Holding . . . vaunts</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_55">58</a> <i>a</i>. A, this. <i>to court</i>. A, t'attend you.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_60" id="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_60"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_60">60-61</a> <i>That's . . . attire</i>. Printed as prose in Qq.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_60">62, 63</a> <i>We</i>. A, I.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_65" id="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_65"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_65">67</a> So in A: B has only: They that will winne, must wooe her.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_70" id="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_70"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_70">71</a> <i>sweet heart</i>. A, my love.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_65">68-75.</a> <i>I urg'd . . . graces</i>. Printed as prose in Qq.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_75" id="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_75"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_75">76</a> <i>'Save you, ladyes</i>! A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_85" id="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_85"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_85">87-90</a> <i>Marke . . . extremity</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_95" id="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_95"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_95"><i>Enter . . . Pyrhot</i>.</a> After l. 146 in A.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_100" id="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_100"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_100">100-114</a> <i>Soft . . . gamester</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_120" id="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_120"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_120">124</a> <i>Duke</i>. A, Sir.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_125" id="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_125"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_125">125</a> <i>princely mistresse</i>. A, madam.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_125">126</a> <i>Another riddle</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_125">129</a> <i>young</i>. A, good.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_130" id="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_130"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_130">132-139</a>, and an additional line: "<i>Gui.</i> So, sir, so," +inserted after l. 146 in A.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_140" id="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_140"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_140">141-145</a> Set as verse in B, the lines ending in <i>many</i>, <i>of</i>, +<i>owne</i>, <i>talk</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_145" id="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_145"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_145">145-146</a> <i>Another riddle</i>. A, More courtship, as you love it.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_175" id="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_175"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_175">178</a> <i>Their heat</i>. A, Ardor.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_200" id="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_200"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_200">204</a> <i>braying</i>. A, roaring.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_225" id="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_225"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_225">227</a> <i>miraculous jealousie</i>. A, strange credulitie.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_225">229</a> <i>the matter of</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_225">227-231</a> <i>O . . . you</i>. Printed as three lines of verse, ending +in <i>selfe</i>, <i>into</i>, <i>you</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_235" id="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_235"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_235">235</a> <i>in</i>. A, with.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_240" id="lnote_Bussy_I_ii_240"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_240">241</a> <i>else</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="Bussy_II_i" id="Bussy_II_i"></a><span class="smcap">Actus Secund</span>[i.] <span class="smcap">Scena Prima</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<i>A Room in the Court.</i>]</p> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Henry, Guise, Montsurry, and Attendants.</i></p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henry.</i> This desperate quarrell sprung out of their envies</p> +<p>To D'Ambois sudden bravery, and great spirit.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Guise.</i> Neither is worth their envie.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henr.</i><span class="s22"> Lesse than either</span></p> +<p>Will make the gall of envie overflow;</p> +<p>She feeds on outcast entrailes like a kite:<span class="linenum">5</span></p> +<p>In which foule heape, if any ill lies hid,</p> +<p>She sticks her beak into it, shakes it up,</p> +<p>And hurl's it all abroad, that all may view it.</p> +<p>Corruption is her nutriment; but touch her</p> +<p>With any precious oyntment, and you kill her.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_10" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_10"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_i_10">10</a></span></p> +<p>Where she finds any filth in men, she feasts,</p> +<p>And with her black throat bruits it through the world</p> +<p>Being sound and healthfull; but if she but taste</p> +<p>The slenderest pittance of commended vertue,</p> +<p>She surfets of it, and is like a flie<span class="linenum">15</span></p> +<p>That passes all the bodies soundest parts,</p> +<p>And dwels upon the sores; or if her squint eie</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span><p>Have power to find none there, she forges some:</p> +<p>She makes that crooked ever which is strait;</p> +<p>Calls valour giddinesse, justice tyrannie:<span class="linenum">20</span></p> +<p>A wise man may shun her, she not her selfe;</p> +<p>Whither soever she flies from her harmes,</p> +<p>She beares her foe still claspt in her own armes:</p> +<p>And therefore, cousen Guise, let us avoid her.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Nuncius.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Nuncius.</i> What Atlas or Olympus lifts his head<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_25" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_25"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_i_25">25</a></span></p> +<p>So farre past covert, that with aire enough</p> +<p>My words may be inform'd, and from their height</p> +<p>I may be seene and heard through all the world?</p> +<p>A tale so worthy, and so fraught with wonder,</p> +<p>Sticks in my jawes, and labours with event.<span class="linenum">30</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henr.</i> Com'st thou from D'Ambois?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Nun.</i><span class="s24"> From him, and the rest,</span></p> +<p>His friends and enemies; whose sterne fight I saw,</p> +<p>And heard their words before, and in the fray.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henr.</i> Relate at large what thou hast seene and heard.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Nun.</i> I saw fierce D'Ambois and his two brave friends<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_35" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_35"></a>35</span></p> +<p>Enter the field, and at their heeles their foes;</p> +<p>Which were the famous souldiers, Barrisor,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span><p>L'Anou, and Pyrrhot, great in deeds of armes.</p> +<p>All which arriv'd at the evenest peece of earth</p> +<p>The field afforded, the three challengers<span class="linenum">40</span></p> +<p>Turn'd head, drew all their rapiers, and stood ranck't;</p> +<p>When face to face the three defendants met them,</p> +<p>Alike prepar'd, and resolute alike.</p> +<p>Like bonfires of contributorie wood</p> +<p>Every mans look shew'd, fed with eithers spirit;<span class="linenum">45</span></p> +<p>As one had beene a mirror to another,</p> +<p>Like formes of life and death each took from other;</p> +<p>And so were life and death mixt at their heights,</p> +<p>That you could see no feare of death, for life,</p> +<p>Nor love of life, for death: but in their browes<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_50" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_50"></a>50</span></p> +<p>Pyrrho's opinion in great letters shone:</p> +<p>That life and death in all respects are one.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henr.</i> Past there no sort of words at their encounter?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Nun.</i> As Hector, twixt the hosts of Greece and Troy,</p> +<p>(When Paris and the Spartane King should end<span class="linenum">55</span></p> +<p>The nine yeares warre) held up his brasen launce</p> +<p>For signall that both hosts should cease from armes,</p> +<p>And heare him speak; so Barrisor (advis'd)</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span><p>Advanc'd his naked rapier twixt both sides,</p> +<p>Ript up the quarrell, and compar'd six lives<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_60" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_60"></a>60</span></p> +<p>Then laid in ballance with six idle words;</p> +<p>Offer'd remission and contrition too,</p> +<p>Or else that he and D'Ambois might conclude</p> +<p>The others dangers. D'Ambois lik'd the last;</p> +<p>But Barrisors friends (being equally engag'd<span class="linenum">65</span></p> +<p>In the maine quarrell) never would expose</p> +<p>His life alone to that they all deserv'd.</p> +<p>And for the other offer of remission</p> +<p>D'Ambois (that like a lawrell put in fire</p> +<p>Sparkl'd and spit) did much much more than scorne<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_70" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_70"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_i_70">70</a></span></p> +<p>That his wrong should incense him so like chaffe,</p> +<p>To goe so soone out, and like lighted paper</p> +<p>Approve his spirit at once both fire and ashes.</p> +<p>So drew they lots, and in them Fates appointed,</p> +<p>That Barrisor should fight with firie D'Ambois;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_75" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_75"></a>75</span></p> +<p>Pyrhot with Melynell, with Brisac L'Anou;</p> +<p>And then, like flame and powder, they commixt</p> +<p>So spritely, that I wisht they had beene spirits,</p> +<p>That the ne're shutting wounds they needs must open</p> +<p>Might, as they open'd, shut, and never kill.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_80" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_80"></a>80</span></p> +<p>But D'Ambois sword (that lightned as it flew)</p> +<p>Shot like a pointed comet at the face</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span><p>Of manly Barrisor, and there it stucke:</p> +<p>Thrice pluckt he at it, and thrice drew on thrusts</p> +<p>From him that of himselfe was free as fire,<span class="linenum">85</span></p> +<p>Who thrust still as he pluckt; yet (past beliefe!)</p> +<p>He with his subtile eye, hand, body, scap't.</p> +<p>At last, the deadly bitten point tugg'd off,</p> +<p>On fell his yet undaunted foe so fiercely,</p> +<p>That (only made more horrid with his wound)<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_90" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_90"></a>90</span></p> +<p>Great D'Ambois shrunke, and gave a little ground;</p> +<p>But soone return'd, redoubled in his danger,</p> +<p>And at the heart of Barrisor seal'd his anger.</p> +<p>Then, as in Arden I have seene an oke</p> +<p>Long shooke with tempests, and his loftie toppe<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_95" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_95"></a>95</span></p> +<p>Bent to his root, which being at length made loose</p> +<p>(Even groaning with his weight), he gan to nodde</p> +<p>This way and that, as loth his curled browes</p> +<p>(Which he had oft wrapt in the skie with stormes)</p> +<p>Should stoope: and yet, his radicall fivers burst,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_100" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_100"></a>100</span></p> +<p>Storme-like he fell, and hid the feare-cold earth—</p> +<p>So fell stout Barrisor, that had stood the shocks</p> +<p>Of ten set battels in your Highnesse warre,</p> +<p>'Gainst the sole souldier of the world, Navarre.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span><p><i>Gui.</i> O pitious and horrid murther!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p>[<i>Montsurry.</i>]<span class="s16"> Such a life</span><span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_105" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_105"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_i_105">105</a></span></p> +<p>Me thinks had mettall in it to survive</p> +<p>An age of men.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henr.</i><span class="s7"> Such often soonest end.—</span></p> +<p>Thy felt report cals on; we long to know</p> +<p>On what events the other have arriv'd.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Nun.</i> Sorrow and fury, like two opposite fumes<span class="linenum">110</span></p> +<p>Met in the upper region of a cloud,</p> +<p>At the report made by this worthies fall,</p> +<p>Brake from the earth, and with them rose Revenge,</p> +<p>Entring with fresh powers his two noble friends;</p> +<p>And under that ods fell surcharg'd Brisac,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_115" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_115"></a>115</span></p> +<p>The friend of D'Ambois, before fierce L'Anou;</p> +<p>Which D'Ambois seeing, as I once did see,</p> +<p>In my young travels through Armenia,</p> +<p>An angrie unicorne in his full cariere</p> +<p>Charge with too swift a foot a jeweller,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_120" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_120"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_i_120">120</a></span></p> +<p>That watcht him for the treasure of his brow,</p> +<p>And, ere he could get shelter of a tree,</p> +<p>Naile him with his rich antler to the earth:</p> +<p>So D'Ambois ranne upon reveng'd L'Anou,</p> +<p>Who eying th'eager point borne in his face,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_125" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_125"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_i_125">125</a></span></p> +<p>And giving backe, fell back; and, in his fall,</p> +<p>His foes uncurbed sword stopt in his heart:</p> +<p>By which time all the life strings of th'tw'other</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span><p>Were cut, and both fell, as their spirit flew,</p> +<p>Upwards, and still hunt Honour at the view.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_130" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_130"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_i_130">130</a></span></p> +<p>And now (of all the six) sole D'Ambois stood</p> +<p>Untoucht, save only with the others bloud.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henr.</i> All slaine outright?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Nun.</i><span class="s15"> All slaine outright but he,</span></p> +<p>Who kneeling in the warme life of his friends,</p> +<p>(All freckled with the bloud his rapier raind)<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_135" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_135"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_i_135">135</a></span></p> +<p>He kist their pale lips, and bade both farewell:</p> +<p>And see the bravest man the French earth beares! <span class="ilstagedir">[<i>Exit Nuntius.</i>]</span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Monsieur, D'Amb[ois] bare.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bussy.</i> Now is the time; y'are princely vow'd my friend;</p> +<p>Perform it princely, and obtaine my pardon.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Monsieur.</i> Else Heaven forgive not me! Come on, brave friend!<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_140" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_140"></a>140</span></p> +<p>If ever Nature held her selfe her owne,</p> +<p>When the great triall of a King and subject</p> +<p>Met in one bloud, both from one belly springing,</p> +<p>Now prove her vertue and her greatnesse one,</p> +<p>Or make the t'one the greater with the t'other,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_145" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_145"></a>145</span></p> +<p>(As true Kings should) and for your brothers love</p> +<p>(Which is a speciall species of true vertue)</p> +<p>Doe that you could not doe, not being a King.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span><p><i>Henr.</i> Brother, I know your suit; these wilfull murthers</p> +<p>Are ever past our pardon.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s15"> Manly slaughter</span><span class="linenum">150</span></p> +<p>Should never beare th'account of wilfull murther,</p> +<p>It being a spice of justice, where with life</p> +<p>Offending past law equall life is laid</p> +<p>In equall ballance, to scourge that offence</p> +<p>By law of reputation, which to men<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_155" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_155"></a>155</span></p> +<p>Exceeds all positive law; and what that leaves</p> +<p>To true mens valours (not prefixing rights</p> +<p>Of satisfaction suited to their wrongs)</p> +<p>A free mans eminence may supply and take.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henr.</i> This would make every man that thinks him wrong'd,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_160" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_160"></a>160</span></p> +<p>Or is offended, or in wrong or right,</p> +<p>Lay on this violence; and all vaunt themselves</p> +<p>Law-menders and supplyers, though meere butchers,</p> +<p>Should this fact, though of justice, be forgiven.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> O no, my Lord! it would make cowards feare<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_165" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_165"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_i_165">165</a></span></p> +<p>To touch the reputations of true men.</p> +<p>When only they are left to impe the law,</p> +<p>Justice will soone distinguish murtherous minds</p> +<p>From just revengers. Had my friend beene slaine,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span><p>His enemy surviving, he should die,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_170" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_170"></a>170</span></p> +<p>Since he had added to a murther'd fame</p> +<p>(Which was in his intent) a murthered man;</p> +<p>And this had worthily beene wilfull murther;</p> +<p>But my friend only sav'd his fames deare life,</p> +<p>Which is above life, taking th'under value<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_175" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_175"></a>175</span></p> +<p>Which in the wrong it did was forfeit to him;</p> +<p>And in this fact only preserves a man</p> +<p>In his uprightnesse, worthy to survive</p> +<p>Millions of such as murther men alive.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henr.</i> Well, brother, rise, and raise your friend withall<span class="linenum">180</span></p> +<p>From death to life: and, D'Ambois, let your life</p> +<p>(Refin'd by passing through this merited death)</p> +<p>Be purg'd from more such foule pollution;</p> +<p>Nor on your scape, nor valour, more presuming</p> +<p>To be again so violent.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s13"> My Lord,</span><span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_185" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_185"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_i_185">185</a></span></p> +<p>I lothe as much a deed of unjust death,</p> +<p>As law it selfe doth; and to tyrannise,</p> +<p>Because I have a little spirit to dare,</p> +<p>And power to doe, as to be tyranniz'd.</p> +<p>This is a grace that (on my knees redoubled)<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_190" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_190"></a>190</span></p> +<p>I crave, to double this my short lifes gift,</p> +<p>And shall your royal bountie centuple,</p> +<p>That I may so make good what Law and Nature</p> +<p>Have given me for my good: since I am free,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span><p>(Offending no just law) let no law make,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_195" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_195"></a>195</span></p> +<p>By any wrong it does, my life her slave:</p> +<p>When I am wrong'd, and that Law failes to right me,</p> +<p>Let me be King my selfe (as man was made)</p> +<p>And doe a justice that exceeds the Law:</p> +<p>If my wrong passe the power of single valour<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_200" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_200"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_i_200">200</a></span></p> +<p>To right and expiate, then be you my King,</p> +<p>And doe a right, exceeding Law and Nature.</p> +<p>Who to himselfe is law, no law doth need,</p> +<p>Offends no law, and is a King indeed.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henr.</i> Enjoy what thou intreat'st, we give but ours.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_205" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_205"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_i_205">205</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> What you have given, my lord, is ever yours. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit Rex cum [Montsurry.]</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> <i>Mort dieu</i>, who would have pardon'd such a murther? <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit.</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Now vanish horrors into Court attractions</p> +<p>For which let this balme make thee fresh and faire!</p> +<p>And now forth with thy service to the Duchesse,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_210" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_i_210"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_i_210">210</a></span></p> +<p>As my long love will to Monsurries Countesse. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit.</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span><p><i>Buss.</i> To whom my love hath long been vow'd in heart,</p> +<p>Although in hand, for shew, I held the Duchesse.</p> +<p>And now through bloud and vengeance, deeds of height,</p> +<p>And hard to be atchiev'd, tis fit I make<span class="linenum">215</span></p> +<p>Attempt of her perfection. I need feare</p> +<p>No check in his rivality, since her vertues</p> +<p>Are so renown'd, and hee of all dames hated. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#Bussy_II_i"><i>Montsurry, and Attendants.</i></a> A, Beaumond, Nuncius.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_i_10" id="lnote_Bussy_II_i_10"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_10">11</a> <i>Where</i>. A, When.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_i_25" id="lnote_Bussy_II_i_25"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_25">27</a> <i>their</i>. A, his.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_i_70" id="lnote_Bussy_II_i_70"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_70">70</a> <i>Sparkl'd</i>. So in A; B, Spakl'd.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_i_105" id="lnote_Bussy_II_i_105"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_105">105</a> [<i>Montsurry.</i>] Emend. ed.: Beau. Qq; see note 30, p. 149.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_i_120" id="lnote_Bussy_II_i_120"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_120">120</a> <i>a foot</i>. A, an eie.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_i_125" id="lnote_Bussy_II_i_125"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_125">128</a> <i>th'</i>. A, the.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_125">129</a> <i>spirit</i>. A, spirits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_i_130" id="lnote_Bussy_II_i_130"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_130">133</a> <i>All slaine outright</i>? So in A; B, All slaine outright but +hee?</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_i_135" id="lnote_Bussy_II_i_135"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_135">135</a> <i>freckled</i>. A, feebled.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_i_165" id="lnote_Bussy_II_i_165"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_165">166</a> <i>true</i>. A, full.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_i_185" id="lnote_Bussy_II_i_185"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_185">185</a> <i>violent</i>. So in A; B, daring.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_i_200" id="lnote_Bussy_II_i_200"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_200">204</a> <i>law</i>. A, King.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_i_205" id="lnote_Bussy_II_i_205"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_205">206</a> <i>cum [Montsurry.]</i> Emend. ed.: Qq, cum Beau. See note 30, +p. 149.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_205">207</a> <i>Mort dieu</i>. A; B omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_i_210" id="lnote_Bussy_II_i_210"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_210">210-218</a> <i>And now . . . hated</i>. A omits, inserting instead:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> How shall I quite your love?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s21"> Be true to the end.</span></p> +<p>I have obtained a kingdome with my friend.</p> +</div></div> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;">[<a name="Bussy_II_ii" id="Bussy_II_ii"></a><span class="smcap">Actus Secundi Scena Secunda.</span></h2> + +<p class="center"><i>A Room in Montsurry's House.</i>]</p> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Montsur[ry], Tamyra, Beaupre, Pero, Charlotte, Pyrha.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Montsurry.</i> He will have pardon, sure.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tamyra.</i><span class="s23"> Twere pittie else:</span></p> +<p>For though his great spirit something overflow,</p> +<p>All faults are still borne, that from greatnesse grow:</p> +<p>But such a sudden courtier saw I never.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Beaupre.</i> He was too sudden, which indeed was rudenesse.<span class="linenum">5</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> True, for it argued his no due conceit</p> +<p>Both of the place, and greatnesse of the persons,</p> +<p>Nor of our sex: all which (we all being strangers</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span><p>To his encounter) should have made more maners</p> +<p>Deserve more welcome.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s14"> All this fault is found</span><span class="linenum">10</span></p> +<p>Because he lov'd the Duchesse and left you.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> Ahlas, love give her joy! I am so farre</p> +<p>From envie of her honour, that I sweare,</p> +<p>Had he encounterd me with such proud sleight,</p> +<p>I would have put that project face of his<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_15" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_15"></a>15</span></p> +<p>To a more test than did her Dutchesship.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Beau.</i> Why (by your leave, my lord) Ile speake it heere,</p> +<p>(Although she be my ante) she scarce was modest,</p> +<p>When she perceived the Duke, her husband, take</p> +<p>Those late exceptions to her servants courtship,<span class="linenum">20</span></p> +<p>To entertaine him.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s10"> I, and stand him still,</span></p> +<p>Letting her husband give her servant place:</p> +<p>Though he did manly, she should be a woman.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Guise.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p>[<i>Guise.</i>] D'Ambois is pardond! wher's a King? where law?</p> +<p>See how it runnes, much like a turbulent sea;<span class="linenum">25</span></p> +<p>Heere high and glorious, as it did contend</p> +<p>To wash the heavens, and make the stars more pure;</p> +<p>And heere so low, it leaves the mud of hell</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span><p>To every common view. Come, Count Montsurry,</p> +<p>We must consult of this.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s14"> Stay not, sweet lord.</span><span class="linenum">30</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Be pleased; Ile strait returne.<span class="ilstagedir"> <i>Exit cum Guise.</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s23"> Would that would please me!</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Beau.</i> Ile leave you, madam, to your passions;</p> +<p>I see ther's change of weather in your lookes. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit cum suis.</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> I cannot cloake it; but, as when a fume,</p> +<p>Hot, drie, and grosse, within the wombe of earth<span class="linenum">35</span></p> +<p>Or in her superficies begot,</p> +<p>When extreame cold hath stroke it to her heart,</p> +<p>The more it is comprest, the more it rageth,</p> +<p>Exceeds his prisons strength that should containe it,</p> +<p>And then it tosseth temples in the aire,<span class="linenum">40</span></p> +<p>All barres made engines to his insolent fury:</p> +<p>So, of a sudden, my licentious fancy</p> +<p>Riots within me: not my name and house,</p> +<p>Nor my religion to this houre observ'd,</p> +<p>Can stand above it; I must utter that<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_45" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_45"></a>45</span></p> +<p>That will in parting breake more strings in me,</p> +<p>Than death when life parts; and that holy man</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span><p>That, from my cradle, counseld for my soule,</p> +<p>I now must make an agent for my bloud.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Monsieur.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Monsieur.</i> Yet is my mistresse gratious?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s26"> Yet unanswered?</span><span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_50" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_50"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_ii_50">50</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Pray thee regard thine owne good, if not mine,</p> +<p>And cheere my love for that: you doe not know</p> +<p>What you may be by me, nor what without me;</p> +<p>I may have power t'advance and pull downe any.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> That's not my study. One way I am sure<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_55" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_55"></a>55</span></p> +<p>You shall not pull downe me; my husbands height</p> +<p>Is crowne to all my hopes, and his retiring</p> +<p>To any meane state, shall be my aspiring.</p> +<p>Mine honour's in mine owne hands, spite of kings.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Honour, what's that? your second maydenhead:<span class="linenum">60</span></p> +<p>And what is that? a word: the word is gone,</p> +<p>The thing remaines; the rose is pluckt, the stalk</p> +<p>Abides: an easie losse where no lack's found.</p> +<p>Beleeve it, there's as small lack in the losse</p> +<p>As there is paine ith' losing. Archers ever<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_65" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_65"></a>65</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span><p>Have two strings to a bow, and shall great Cupid</p> +<p>(Archer of archers both in men and women)</p> +<p>Be worse provided than a common archer?</p> +<p>A husband and a friend all wise wives have.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> Wise wives they are that on such strings depend,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_70" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_70"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_ii_70">70</a></span></p> +<p>With a firme husband joyning a lose friend.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Still you stand on your husband; so doe all</p> +<p>The common sex of you, when y'are encounter'd</p> +<p>With one ye cannot fancie: all men know</p> +<p>You live in Court here by your owne election,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_75" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_75"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_ii_75">75</a></span></p> +<p>Frequenting all our common sports and triumphs,</p> +<p>All the most youthfull company of men.</p> +<p>And wherefore doe you this? To please your husband?</p> +<p>Tis grosse and fulsome: if your husbands pleasure</p> +<p>Be all your object, and you ayme at honour<span class="linenum">80</span></p> +<p>In living close to him, get you from Court,</p> +<p>You may have him at home; these common put-ofs</p> +<p>For common women serve: "my honour! husband!"</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span><p>Dames maritorious ne're were meritorious:</p> +<p>Speak plaine, and say "I doe not like you, sir,<span class="linenum">85</span></p> +<p>Y'are an ill-favour'd fellow in my eye,"</p> +<p>And I am answer'd.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s11"> Then I pray be answer'd:</span></p> +<p>For in good faith, my lord, I doe not like you</p> +<p>In that sort you like.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s10"> Then have at you here!</span></p> +<p>Take (with a politique hand) this rope of pearle;<span class="linenum">90</span></p> +<p>And though you be not amorous, yet be wise:</p> +<p>Take me for wisedom; he that you can love</p> +<p>Is nere the further from you.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s17"> Now it comes</span></p> +<p>So ill prepar'd, that I may take a poyson</p> +<p>Under a medicine as good cheap as it:<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_95" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_95"></a>95</span></p> +<p>I will not have it were it worth the world.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Horror of death! could I but please your eye,</p> +<p>You would give me the like, ere you would loose me.</p> +<p>"Honour and husband!"</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s14"> By this light, my lord,</span></p> +<p>Y'are a vile fellow; and Ile tell the King<span class="linenum">100</span></p> +<p>Your occupation of dishonouring ladies,</p> +<p>And of his Court. A lady cannot live</p> +<p>As she was borne, and with that sort of pleasure</p> +<p>That fits her state, but she must be defam'd</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span><p>With an infamous lords detraction:<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_105" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_105"></a>105</span></p> +<p>Who would endure the Court if these attempts,</p> +<p>Of open and profest lust must be borne?—</p> +<p>Whose there? come on, dame, you are at your book</p> +<p>When men are at your mistresse; have I taught you</p> +<p>Any such waiting womans quality?<span class="linenum">110</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Farewell, good "husband"! <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit Mons[ieur].</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s22"> Farewell, wicked lord!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Mont[surry].</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Was not the Monsieur here?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> <span class="s23"> Yes, to good purpose;</span></p> +<p>And your cause is as good to seek him too,</p> +<p>And haunt his company.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s14"> Why, what's the matter?</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> Matter of death, were I some husbands wife:<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_115" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_115"></a>115</span></p> +<p>I cannot live at quiet in my chamber</p> +<p>For oportunities almost to rapes</p> +<p>Offerd me by him.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s9"> Pray thee beare with him:</span></p> +<p>Thou know'st he is a bachelor, and a courtier,</p> +<p>I, and a Prince: and their prerogatives<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_120" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_120"></a>120</span></p> +<p>Are to their lawes, as to their pardons are</p> +<p>Their reservations, after Parliaments—</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span><p>One quits another; forme gives all their essence.</p> +<p>That Prince doth high in vertues reckoning stand</p> +<p>That will entreat a vice, and not command:<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_125" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_125"></a>125</span></p> +<p>So farre beare with him; should another man</p> +<p>Trust to his priviledge, he should trust to death:</p> +<p>Take comfort then (my comfort), nay, triumph,</p> +<p>And crown thy selfe; thou part'st with victory:</p> +<p>My presence is so onely deare to thee<span class="linenum">130</span></p> +<p>That other mens appeare worse than they be:</p> +<p>For this night yet, beare with my forced absence:</p> +<p>Thou know'st my businesse; and with how much weight</p> +<p>My vow hath charged it.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s15"> True, my lord, and never</span></p> +<p>My fruitlesse love shall let your serious honour;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_135" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_135"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_ii_135">135</a></span></p> +<p>Yet, sweet lord, do no stay; you know my soule</p> +<p>Is so long time with out me, and I dead,</p> +<p>As you are absent.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s10"> By this kisse, receive</span></p> +<p>My soule for hostage, till I see my love.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> The morne shall let me see you?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s24"> With the sunne</span><span class="linenum">140</span></p> +<p>Ile visit thy more comfortable beauties.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> This is my comfort, that the sunne hath left</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span><p>The whole worlds beauty ere my sunne leaves me.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Tis late night now, indeed: farewell, my light! <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit.</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> Farewell, my light and life! but not in him,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_145" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_145"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_ii_145">145</a></span></p> +<p>In mine owne dark love and light bent to another.</p> +<p>Alas! that in the wane of our affections</p> +<p>We should supply it with a full dissembling,</p> +<p>In which each youngest maid is grown a mother.</p> +<p>Frailty is fruitfull, one sinne gets another:<span class="linenum">150</span></p> +<p>Our loves like sparkles are that brightest shine</p> +<p>When they goe out; most vice shewes most divine.</p> +<p>Goe, maid, to bed; lend me your book, I pray,</p> +<p>Not, like your selfe, for forme. Ile this night trouble</p> +<p>None of your services: make sure the dores,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_155" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_155"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_ii_155">155</a></span></p> +<p>And call your other fellowes to their rest.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Per.</i> I will—yet I will watch to know why you watch. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit.</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> Now all yee peacefull regents of the night,</p> +<p>Silently-gliding exhalations,</p> +<p>Languishing windes, and murmuring falls of waters,<span class="linenum">160</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span><p>Sadnesse of heart, and ominous securenesse,</p> +<p>Enchantments, dead sleepes, all the friends of rest,</p> +<p>That ever wrought upon the life of man,</p> +<p>Extend your utmost strengths, and this charm'd houre</p> +<p>Fix like the Center! make the violent wheeles<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_165" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_165"></a>165</span></p> +<p>Of Time and Fortune stand, and great Existens,</p> +<p>(The Makers treasurie) now not seeme to be</p> +<p>To all but my approaching friends and me!</p> +<p>They come, alas, they come! Feare, feare and hope</p> +<p>Of one thing, at one instant, fight in me:<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_170" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_170"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_ii_170">170</a></span></p> +<p>I love what most I loath, and cannot live,</p> +<p>Unlesse I compasse that which holds my death;</p> +<p>For life's meere death, loving one that loathes me,</p> +<p>And he I love will loath me, when he sees</p> +<p>I flie my sex, my vertue, my renowne,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_175" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_175"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_ii_175">175</a></span></p> +<p>To runne so madly on a man unknowne. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>The Vault opens.</i></span></p> +<p>See, see, a vault is opening that was never</p> +<p>Knowne to my lord and husband, nor to any</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span><p>But him that brings the man I love, and me.</p> +<p>How shall I looke on him? how shall I live,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_180" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_180"></a>180</span></p> +<p>And not consume in blushes? I will in;</p> +<p>And cast my selfe off, as I ne're had beene. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Ascendit Frier and D'Ambois.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Friar.</i> Come, worthiest sonne, I am past measure glad</p> +<p>That you (whose worth I have approv'd so long)</p> +<p>Should be the object of her fearefull love;<span class="linenum">185</span></p> +<p>Since both your wit and spirit can adapt</p> +<p>Their full force to supply her utmost weaknesse.</p> +<p>You know her worths and vertues, for report</p> +<p>Of all that know is to a man a knowledge:</p> +<p>You know besides that our affections storme,<span class="linenum">190</span></p> +<p>Rais'd in our blood, no reason can reforme.</p> +<p>Though she seeke then their satisfaction</p> +<p>(Which she must needs, or rest unsatisfied)</p> +<p>Your judgement will esteeme her peace thus wrought</p> +<p>Nothing lesse deare than if your selfe had sought:<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_195" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_195"></a>195</span></p> +<p>And (with another colour, which my art</p> +<p>Shall teach you to lay on) your selfe must seeme</p> +<p>The only agent, and the first orbe move</p> +<p>In this our set and cunning world of love.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span><p><i>Bussy.</i> Give me the colour (my most honour'd father)<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_200" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_200"></a>200</span></p> +<p>And trust my cunning then to lay it on.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Fri.</i> Tis this, good sonne:—Lord Barrisor (whom you slew)</p> +<p>Did love her dearely, and with all fit meanes</p> +<p>Hath urg'd his acceptation, of all which</p> +<p>Shee keepes one letter written in his blood:<span class="linenum">205</span></p> +<p>You must say thus, then: that you heard from mee</p> +<p>How much her selfe was toucht in conscience</p> +<p>With a report (which is in truth disperst)</p> +<p>That your maine quarrell grew about her love,</p> +<p>Lord Barrisor imagining your courtship<span class="linenum">210</span></p> +<p>Of the great Guises Duchesse in the Presence</p> +<p>Was by you made to his elected mistresse:</p> +<p>And so made me your meane now to resolve her,</p> +<p>Chosing by my direction this nights depth,</p> +<p>For the more cleare avoiding of all note<span class="linenum">215</span></p> +<p>Of your presumed presence. And with this</p> +<p>(To cleare her hands of such a lovers blood)</p> +<p>She will so kindly thank and entertaine you</p> +<p>(Me thinks I see how), I, and ten to one,</p> +<p>Shew you the confirmation in his blood,<span class="linenum">220</span></p> +<p>Lest you should think report and she did faine,</p> +<p>That you shall so have circumstantiall meanes</p> +<p>To come to the direct, which must be used:</p> +<p>For the direct is crooked; love comes flying;</p> +<p>The height of love is still wonne with denying.<span class="linenum">225</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span><p><i>Buss.</i> Thanks, honoured father.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Fri.</i><span class="s21"> Shee must never know</span></p> +<p>That you know any thing of any love</p> +<p>Sustain'd on her part: for, learne this of me,</p> +<p>In any thing a woman does alone,</p> +<p>If she dissemble, she thinks tis not done;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_230" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_230"></a>230</span></p> +<p>If not dissemble, nor a little chide,</p> +<p>Give her her wish, she is not satisfi'd;</p> +<p>To have a man think that she never seekes</p> +<p>Does her more good than to have all she likes:</p> +<p>This frailty sticks in them beyond their sex,<span class="linenum">235</span></p> +<p>Which to reforme, reason is too perplex:</p> +<p>Urge reason to them, it will doe no good;</p> +<p>Humour (that is the charriot of our food</p> +<p>In every body) must in them be fed,</p> +<p>To carrie their affections by it bred.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_240" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_240"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_ii_240">240</a></span></p> +<p>Stand close!</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Tamyra with a book.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> Alas, I fear my strangenesse will retire him.</p> +<p>If he goe back, I die; I must prevent it,</p> +<p>And cheare his onset with my sight at least,</p> +<p>And that's the most; though every step he takes<span class="linenum">245</span></p> +<p>Goes to my heart. Ile rather die than seeme</p> +<p>Not to be strange to that I most esteeme.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Fri.</i> Madam!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span><p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s6"> Ah!</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Fri.</i><span class="s11"> You will pardon me, I hope,</span></p> +<p>That so beyond your expectation,</p> +<p>(And at a time for visitants so unfit)<span class="linenum">250</span></p> +<p>I (with my noble friend here) visit you:</p> +<p>You know that my accesse at any time</p> +<p>Hath ever beene admitted; and that friend,</p> +<p>That my care will presume to bring with me,</p> +<p>Shall have all circumstance of worth in him<span class="linenum">255</span></p> +<p>To merit as free welcome as myselfe.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> O father, but at this suspicious houre</p> +<p>You know how apt best men are to suspect us</p> +<p>In any cause that makes suspicious shadow</p> +<p>No greater than the shadow of a haire;<span class="linenum">260</span></p> +<p>And y'are to blame. What though my lord and husband</p> +<p>Lie forth to night, and since I cannot sleepe</p> +<p>When he is absent I sit up to night;</p> +<p>Though all the dores are sure, and all our servants</p> +<p>As sure bound with their sleepes; yet there is One<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_265" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_265"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_ii_265">265</a></span></p> +<p>That wakes above, whose eye no sleepe can binde:</p> +<p>He sees through dores, and darknesse, and our thoughts;</p> +<p>And therefore as we should avoid with feare</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span><p>To think amisse our selves before his search,</p> +<p>So should we be as curious to shunne<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_270" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_270"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_ii_270">270</a></span></p> +<p>All cause that other think not ill of us.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Madam, 'tis farre from that: I only heard</p> +<p>By this my honour'd father that your conscience</p> +<p>Made some deepe scruple with a false report</p> +<p>That Barrisors blood should something touch your honour,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_275" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_275"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_ii_275">275</a></span></p> +<p>Since he imagin'd I was courting you</p> +<p>When I was bold to change words with the Duchesse,</p> +<p>And therefore made his quarrell, his long love</p> +<p>And service, as I heare, beeing deepely vowed</p> +<p>To your perfections; which my ready presence,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_280" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_280"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_ii_280">280</a></span></p> +<p>Presum'd on with my father at this season</p> +<p>For the more care of your so curious honour,</p> +<p>Can well resolve your conscience is most false.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> And is it therefore that you come, good sir?</p> +<p>Then crave I now your pardon and my fathers,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_285" id="lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_285"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_II_ii_285">285</a></span></p> +<p>And sweare your presence does me so much good</p> +<p>That all I have it bindes to your requitall.</p> +<p>Indeed sir, 'tis most true that a report</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span><p>Is spread, alleadging that his love to me</p> +<p>Was reason of your quarrell; and because<span class="linenum">290</span></p> +<p>You shall not think I faine it for my glory</p> +<p>That he importun'd me for his Court service,</p> +<p>I'le shew you his own hand, set down in blood,</p> +<p>To that vaine purpose: good sir, then come in.</p> +<p>Father, I thank you now a thousand fold.<span class="linenum">295</span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="stagedir"><i>Exit Tamyra and D'Amb[ois].</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Fri.</i> May it be worth it to you, honour'd daughter! <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Descendit Fryar.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Finis Actus Secundi.</i></p> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#Bussy_II_ii">1-49</a> <i>He will . . . bloud</i>. These lines and the direction, +<i>Montsur . . . Pyrha</i>, are found in A only.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_50" id="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_50"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_50">50</a> B, which begins the scene with this line, inserts before +it: <i>Enter Monsieur, Tamyra, and Pero with a booke.</i></p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_70" id="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_70"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_70">71</a> <i>joyning a lose</i>. A, weighing a dissolute.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_75" id="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_75"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_75">76</a> <i>common</i>. A, solemne.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_135" id="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_135"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_135">135</a> <i>honour</i>. A, profit.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_145" id="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_145"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_145">146</a> <i>In . . . another</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_145">147</a> <i>wane</i>. Emend., Dilke; Qq, wave.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_155" id="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_155"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_155">158</a> <i>yee</i>. A, the.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_170" id="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_170"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_170">172</a> <i>which</i>. A, that.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_170">173</a> <i>For life's . . . me</i>. A, For love is hatefull without love +againe.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_175" id="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_175"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_175"><i>The Vault opens</i>.</a> B places this after 173; A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_175">177-181</a> <i>See . . . in</i>. Instead of these lines, A has:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">See, see the gulfe is opening that will swallow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Me and my fame forever; I will in.<br /></span> +</div></div> +</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_240" id="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_240"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_240"><i>with a book</i>.</a> A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_265" id="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_265"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_265">266</a> <i>wakes</i>. A, sits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_270" id="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_270"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_270">274</a> <i>Made some deepe scruple</i>. A, Was something troubled.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_275" id="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_275"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_275">275</a> <i>honour</i>. A, hand.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_275">278-280</a> <i>his long love . . . perfections</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_280" id="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_280"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_280">280</a> <i>ready</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_285" id="lnote_Bussy_II_ii_285"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_285">286</a> <i>good</i>. A, comfort.</p></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="Bussy_III_i" id="Bussy_III_i"></a><span class="smcap">Actus Tertii Scena Prima.</span></h2> + +<p class="center">[<i>A Room in Montsurry's House.</i>]</p> + + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Enter D'Ambois, Tamyra, with a chaine of pearle.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bussy.</i> Sweet mistresse, cease! your conscience is too nice,</p> +<p>And bites too hotly of the Puritane spice.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tamyra.</i> O, my deare servant, in thy close embraces</p> +<p>I have set open all the dores of danger</p> +<p>To my encompast honour, and my life:<span class="linenum">5</span></p> +<p>Before I was secure against death and hell;</p> +<p>But now am subject to the heartlesse feare</p> +<p>Of every shadow, and of every breath,</p> +<p>And would change firmnesse with an aspen leafe:</p> +<p>So confident a spotlesse conscience is,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_i_10" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_i_10"></a>10</span></p> +<p>So weake a guilty. O, the dangerous siege</p> +<p>Sinne layes about us, and the tyrannie</p> +<p>He exercises when he hath expugn'd!</p> +<p>Like to the horror of a winter's thunder,</p> +<p>Mixt with a gushing storme, that suffer nothing<span class="linenum">15</span></p> +<p>To stirre abroad on earth but their own rages,</p> +<p>Is sinne, when it hath gathered head above us;</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span><p>No roofe, no shelter can secure us so,</p> +<p>But he will drowne our cheeks in feare or woe.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Sin is a coward, madam, and insults<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_i_20" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_i_20"></a>20</span></p> +<p>But on our weaknesse, in his truest valour:</p> +<p>And so our ignorance tames us, that we let</p> +<p>His shadowes fright us: and like empty clouds</p> +<p>In which our faulty apprehensions forge</p> +<p>The formes of dragons, lions, elephants,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_i_25" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_i_25"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_i_25">25</a></span></p> +<p>When they hold no proportion, the slie charmes</p> +<p>Of the witch policy makes him like a monster</p> +<p>Kept onely to shew men for servile money:</p> +<p>That false hagge often paints him in her cloth</p> +<p>Ten times more monstrous than he is in troth.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_i_30" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_i_30"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_i_30">30</a></span></p> +<p>In three of us the secret of our meeting</p> +<p>Is onely guarded, and three friends as one</p> +<p>Have ever beene esteem'd, as our three powers</p> +<p>That in our one soule are as one united:</p> +<p>Why should we feare then? for my selfe, I sweare,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_i_35" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_i_35"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_i_35">35</a></span></p> +<p>Sooner shall torture be the sire to pleasure,</p> +<p>And health be grievous to one long time sick,</p> +<p>Than the deare jewell of your fame in me</p> +<p>Be made an out-cast to your infamy;</p> +<p>Nor shall my value (sacred to your vertues)<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_i_40" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_i_40"></a>40</span></p> +<p>Onely give free course to it from my selfe,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span><p>But make it flie out of the mouths of Kings</p> +<p>In golden vapours, and with awfull wings.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> It rests as all Kings seales were set in thee.</p> +<p>Now let us call my father, whom I sweare<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_i_45" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_i_45"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_i_45">45</a></span></p> +<p>I could extreamly chide, but that I feare</p> +<p>To make him so suspicious of my love,</p> +<p>Of which (sweet servant) doe not let him know</p> +<p>For all the world.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s9"> Alas! he will not think it.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> Come then—ho! Father, ope and take your friend.<span class="linenum">50</span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Ascendit Frier.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Fri.</i> Now, honour'd daughter, is your doubt resolv'd?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> I, father, but you went away too soone.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Fri.</i> Too soone!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s8"> Indeed you did; you should have stayed;</span></p> +<p>Had not your worthy friend beene of your bringing,</p> +<p>And that containes all lawes to temper me,<span class="linenum">55</span></p> +<p>Not all the fearefull danger that besieged us</p> +<p>Had aw'd my throat from exclamation.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Fri.</i> I know your serious disposition well.</p> +<p>Come, sonne, the morne comes on.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span><p><i>Buss.</i> Now, honour'd mistresse,</p> +<p>Till farther service call, all blisse supply you!<span class="linenum">60</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> And you this chaine of pearle, and my love onely! <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Descendit Frier and D'Amb[ois].</i></span></p> +<p>It is not I, but urgent destiny</p> +<p>That (as great states-men for their generall end</p> +<p>In politique justice make poore men offend)</p> +<p>Enforceth my offence to make it just.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_i_65" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_i_65"></a>65</span></p> +<p>What shall weak dames doe, when th' whole work of Nature</p> +<p>Hath a strong finger in each one of us?</p> +<p>Needs must that sweep away the silly cobweb</p> +<p>Of our still-undone labours, that layes still</p> +<p>Our powers to it, as to the line, the stone,<span class="linenum">70</span></p> +<p>Not to the stone, the line should be oppos'd.</p> +<p>We cannot keepe our constant course in vertue:</p> +<p>What is alike at all parts? every day</p> +<p>Differs from other, every houre and minute;</p> +<p>I, every thought in our false clock of life<span class="linenum">75</span></p> +<p>Oft times inverts the whole circumference:</p> +<p>We must be sometimes one, sometimes another.</p> +<p>Our bodies are but thick clouds to our soules,</p> +<p>Through which they cannot shine when they desire.</p> +<p>When all the starres, and even the sunne himselfe,<span class="linenum">80</span></p> +<p>Must stay the vapours times that he exhales</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span><p>Before he can make good his beames to us,</p> +<p>O how can we, that are but motes to him,</p> +<p>Wandring at random in his ordered rayes,</p> +<p>Disperse our passions fumes, with our weak labours,<span class="linenum">85</span></p> +<p>That are more thick and black than all earths vapours?</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Mont[surry].</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Good day, my love! what, up and ready too!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> Both (my deare lord): not all this night made I</p> +<p>My selfe unready, or could sleep a wink.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Alas, what troubled my true love, my peace,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_i_90" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_i_90"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_i_90">90</a></span></p> +<p>From being at peace within her better selfe?</p> +<p>Or how could sleepe forbeare to seize thine eyes,</p> +<p>When he might challenge them as his just prise?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> I am in no powre earthly, but in yours.</p> +<p>To what end should I goe to bed, my lord,<span class="linenum">95</span></p> +<p>That wholly mist the comfort of my bed?</p> +<p>Or how should sleepe possesse my faculties,</p> +<p>Wanting the proper closer of mine eyes?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Then will I never more sleepe night from thee:</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span><p>All mine owne businesse, all the Kings affaires,<span class="linenum">100</span></p> +<p>Shall take the day to serve them; every night</p> +<p>Ile ever dedicate to thy delight.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> Nay, good my lord, esteeme not my desires</p> +<p>Such doters on their humours that my judgement</p> +<p>Cannot subdue them to your worthier pleasure:<span class="linenum">105</span></p> +<p>A wives pleas'd husband must her object be</p> +<p>In all her acts, not her sooth'd fantasie.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Then come, my love, now pay those rites to sleepe</p> +<p>Thy faire eyes owe him: shall we now to bed?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> O no, my lord! your holy frier sayes<span class="linenum">110</span></p> +<p>All couplings in the day that touch the bed</p> +<p>Adulterous are, even in the married;</p> +<p>Whose grave and worthy doctrine, well I know,</p> +<p>Your faith in him will liberally allow.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Hee's a most learned and religious man.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_i_115" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_i_115"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_i_115">115</a></span></p> +<p>Come to the Presence then, and see great D'Ambois</p> +<p>(Fortunes proud mushrome shot up in a night)</p> +<p>Stand like an Atlas under our Kings arme;</p> +<p>Which greatnesse with him Monsieur now envies</p> +<p>As bitterly and deadly as the Guise.<span class="linenum">120</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span><p><i>Tam.</i> What! he that was but yesterday his maker,</p> +<p>His raiser, and preserver?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s15"> Even the same.</span></p> +<p>Each naturall agent works but to this end,</p> +<p>To render that it works on like it selfe;</p> +<p>Which since the Monsieur in his act on D'Ambois<span class="linenum">125</span></p> +<p>Cannot to his ambitious end effect,</p> +<p>But that (quite opposite) the King hath power</p> +<p>(In his love borne to D'Ambois) to convert</p> +<p>The point of Monsieurs aime on his owne breast,</p> +<p>He turnes his outward love to inward hate:<span class="linenum">130</span></p> +<p>A princes love is like the lightnings fume,</p> +<p>Which no man can embrace, but must consume. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#Bussy_III_i"><i>Enter D'Ambois . . . pearle</i>.</a> A, Bucy, Tamyra.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#Bussy_III_i">1-2</a> <i>Sweet . . . spice</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_i_25" id="lnote_Bussy_III_i_25"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_i_25">28</a> <i>servile</i>. A, Goddesse.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_i_30" id="lnote_Bussy_III_i_30"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_i_30">34</a> <i>our one</i>. So in A: B omits <i>our</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_i_35" id="lnote_Bussy_III_i_35"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_i_35">35</a> <i>selfe</i>. A, truth.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_i_35">37</a> <i>one</i>. A, men.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_i_45" id="lnote_Bussy_III_i_45"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_i_45">45-61</a> <i>Now let . . . Descendit Frier and D'Amb[ois]</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_i_90" id="lnote_Bussy_III_i_90"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_i_90">92</a> <i>thine eies</i>. A, thy beauties.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_i_115" id="lnote_Bussy_III_i_115"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_i_115">118</a> <i>under our Kings arme</i>. A, underneath the King.</p></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;">[<a name="Bussy_III_ii" id="Bussy_III_ii"></a><span class="smcap">Actus Tertii Scena Secunda.</span></h2> + +<p class="center"><i>A room in the Court.</i>]</p> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Henry, D'Ambois, Monsieur, Guise, Dutches, Annabell, Charlot, +Attendants.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henry.</i> Speak home, my Bussy! thy impartiall words</p> +<p>Are like brave faulcons that dare trusse a fowle</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span><p>Much greater than themselves; flatterers are kites</p> +<p>That check at sparrowes; thou shalt be my eagle,</p> +<p>And beare my thunder underneath thy wings:<span class="linenum">5</span></p> +<p>Truths words like jewels hang in th'eares of kings.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bussy</i>. Would I might live to see no Jewes hang there</p> +<p>In steed of jewels—sycophants, I meane,</p> +<p>Who use Truth like the Devill, his true foe,</p> +<p>Cast by the angell to the pit of feares,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_10" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_10"></a>10</span></p> +<p>And bound in chaines; Truth seldome decks kings eares.</p> +<p>Slave flattery (like a rippiers legs rowl'd up</p> +<p>In boots of hay-ropes) with kings soothed guts</p> +<p>Swadled and strappl'd, now lives onely free.</p> +<p>O, tis a subtle knave; how like the plague<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_15" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_15"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_15">15</a></span></p> +<p>Unfelt he strikes into the braine of man,</p> +<p>And rageth in his entrailes when he can,</p> +<p>Worse than the poison of a red hair'd man.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henr.</i> Fly at him and his brood! I cast thee off,</p> +<p>And once more give thee surname of mine eagle.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_20" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_20"></a>20</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Ile make you sport enough, then. Let me have</p> +<p>My lucerns too, or dogs inur'd to hunt</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span><p>Beasts of most rapine, but to put them up,</p> +<p>And if I trusse not, let me not be trusted.</p> +<p>Shew me a great man (by the peoples voice,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_25" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_25"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_25">25</a></span></p> +<p>Which is the voice of God) that by his greatnesse</p> +<p>Bumbasts his private roofes with publique riches;</p> +<p>That affects royaltie, rising from a clapdish;</p> +<p>That rules so much more than his suffering King,</p> +<p>That he makes kings of his subordinate slaves:<span class="linenum">30</span></p> +<p>Himselfe and them graduate like woodmongers</p> +<p>Piling a stack of billets from the earth,</p> +<p>Raising each other into steeples heights;</p> +<p>Let him convey this on the turning props</p> +<p>Of Protean law, and (his owne counsell keeping)<span class="linenum">35</span></p> +<p>Keepe all upright—let me but hawlk at him,</p> +<p>Ile play the vulture, and so thump his liver</p> +<p>That (like a huge unlading Argosea)</p> +<p>He shall confesse all, and you then may hang him.</p> +<p>Shew me a clergie man that is in voice<span class="linenum">40</span></p> +<p>A lark of heaven, in heart a mowle of earth;</p> +<p>That hath good living, and a wicked life;</p> +<p>A temperate look, and a luxurious gut;</p> +<p>Turning the rents of his superfluous cures</p> +<p>Into your phesants and your partriches;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_45" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_45"></a>45</span></p> +<p>Venting their quintessence as men read Hebrew—</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span><p>Let me but hawlk at him, and like the other,</p> +<p>He shall confesse all, and you then may hang him.</p> +<p>Shew me a lawyer that turnes sacred law</p> +<p>(The equall rendrer of each man his owne,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_50" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_50"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_50">50</a></span></p> +<p>The scourge of rapine and extortion,</p> +<p>The sanctuary and impregnable defence</p> +<p>Of retir'd learning and besieged vertue)</p> +<p>Into a Harpy, that eates all but's owne,</p> +<p>Into the damned sinnes it punisheth,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_55" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_55"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_55">55</a></span></p> +<p>Into the synagogue of theeves and atheists;</p> +<p>Blood into gold, and justice into lust:—</p> +<p>Let me but hawlk at him, as at the rest,</p> +<p>He shall confesse all, and you then may hang him.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Mont-surrey, Tamira and Pero.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Where will you find such game as you would hawlk at?<span class="linenum">60</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Ile hawlk about your house for one of them.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Come, y'are a glorious ruffin and runne proud</p> +<p>Of the Kings headlong graces; hold your breath,</p> +<p>Or, by that poyson'd vapour, not the King</p> +<p>Shall back your murtherous valour against me.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_65" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_65"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_65">65</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> I would the King would make his presence free</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span><p>But for one bout betwixt us: by the reverence</p> +<p>Due to the sacred space twixt kings and subjects,</p> +<p>Here would I make thee cast that popular purple</p> +<p>In which thy proud soule sits and braves thy soveraigne.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_70" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_70"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_70">70</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Peace, peace, I pray thee, peace!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s27"> Let him peace first</span></p> +<p>That made the first warre.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s15"> He's the better man.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> And, therefore, may doe worst?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s25"> He has more titles.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> So Hydra had more heads.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s21"> He's greater knowne.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> His greatnesse is the peoples, mine's mine owne.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_75" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_75"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_75">75</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> He's noblier borne.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s16"> He is not; I am noble,</span></p> +<p>And noblesse in his blood hath no gradation,</p> +<p>But in his merit.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i><span class="s9"> Th'art not nobly borne,</span></p> +<p>But bastard to the Cardinall of Ambois.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Thou liest, proud Guiserd; let me flie, my Lord!<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_80" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_80"></a>80</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span><p><i>Henr.</i> Not in my face, my eagle! violence flies</p> +<p>The sanctuaries of a princes eyes.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Still shall we chide, and fome upon this bit?</p> +<p>Is the Guise onely great in faction?</p> +<p>Stands he not by himselfe? Proves he th'opinion<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_85" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_85"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_85">85</a></span></p> +<p>That mens soules are without them? Be a duke,</p> +<p>And lead me to the field.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Guis.</i><span class="s15"> Come, follow me.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henr.</i> Stay them! stay, D'Ambois! Cosen Guise, I wonder</p> +<p>Your honour'd disposition brooks so ill</p> +<p>A man so good that only would uphold<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_90" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_90"></a>90</span></p> +<p>Man in his native noblesse, from whose fall</p> +<p>All our dissentions rise; that in himselfe</p> +<p>(Without the outward patches of our frailty,</p> +<p>Riches and honour) knowes he comprehends</p> +<p>Worth with the greatest. Kings had never borne<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_95" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_95"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_95">95</a></span></p> +<p>Such boundlesse empire over other men,</p> +<p>Had all maintain'd the spirit and state of D'Ambois;</p> +<p>Nor had the full impartiall hand of Nature,</p> +<p>That all things gave in her originall</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span><p>Without these definite terms of Mine and Thine,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_100" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_100"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_100">100</a></span></p> +<p>Beene turn'd unjustly to the hand of Fortune,</p> +<p>Had all preserv'd her in her prime like D'Ambois;</p> +<p>No envie, no disjunction had dissolv'd,</p> +<p>Or pluck'd one stick out of the golden faggot</p> +<p>In which the world of Saturne bound our lifes,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_105" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_105"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_105">105</a></span></p> +<p>Had all beene held together with the nerves,</p> +<p>The genius, and th'ingenious soule of D'Ambois.</p> +<p>Let my hand therefore be the Hermean rod</p> +<p>To part and reconcile, and so conserve you,</p> +<p>As my combin'd embracers and supporters.<span class="linenum">110</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Tis our Kings motion, and we shall not seeme</p> +<p>To worst eies womanish, though we change thus soone</p> +<p>Never so great grudge for his greater pleasure.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> I seale to that, and so the manly freedome,</p> +<p>That you so much professe, hereafter prove not<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_115" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_115"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_115">115</a></span></p> +<p>A bold and glorious licence to deprave,</p> +<p>To me his hand shall hold the Hermean vertue</p> +<p>His grace affects, in which submissive signe</p> +<p>On this his sacred right hand I lay mine.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span><p><i>Buss.</i> Tis well, my lord, and so your worthy greatnesse<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_120" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_120"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_120">120</a></span></p> +<p>Decline not to the greater insolence,</p> +<p>Nor make you think it a prerogative</p> +<p>To rack mens freedomes with the ruder wrongs,</p> +<p>My hand (stuck full of lawrell, in true signe</p> +<p>Tis wholly dedicate to righteous peace)<span class="linenum">125</span></p> +<p>In all submission kisseth th'other side.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henr.</i> Thanks to ye both: and kindly I invite ye</p> +<p>Both to a banquet where weele sacrifice</p> +<p>Full cups to confirmation of your loves;</p> +<p>At which (faire ladies) I entreat your presence;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_130" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_130"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_130">130</a></span></p> +<p>And hope you, madam, will take one carowse</p> +<p>For reconcilement of your lord and servant.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Duchess.</i> If I should faile, my lord, some other lady</p> +<p>Would be found there to doe that for my servant.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Any of these here?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Duch.</i><span class="s15"> Nay, I know not that.</span><span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_135" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_135"></a>135</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Think your thoughts like my mistresse, honour'd lady?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tamyra.</i> I think not on you, sir; y'are one I know not.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span><p><i>Buss.</i> Cry you mercy, madam!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Montsurry.</i><span class="s15"> Oh sir, has she met you?</span> <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt Henry, D'Amb[ois], Ladies.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> What had my bounty drunk when it rais'd him?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Y'ave stuck us up a very worthy flag,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_140" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_140"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_140">140</a></span></p> +<p>That takes more winde than we with all our sailes.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> O, so he spreds and flourishes.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i><span class="s26"> He must downe;</span></p> +<p>Upstarts should never perch too neere a crowne.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Tis true, my lord; and as this doting hand</p> +<p>Even out of earth (like Juno) struck this giant,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_145" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_145"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_145">145</a></span></p> +<p>So Joves great ordinance shall be here implide</p> +<p>To strike him under th'Ætna of his pride.</p> +<p>To which work lend your hands, and let us cast</p> +<p>Where we may set snares for his ranging greatnes.</p> +<p>I think it best, amongst our greatest women:<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_150" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_150"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_150">150</a></span></p> +<p>For there is no such trap to catch an upstart</p> +<p>As a loose downfall; for, you know, their falls</p> +<p>Are th'ends of all mens rising. If great men</p> +<p>And wise make scapes to please advantage,</p> +<p>Tis with a woman—women that woorst may<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_155" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_155"></a>155</span></p> +<p>Still hold mens candels: they direct and know</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span><p>All things amisse in all men, and their women</p> +<p>All things amisse in them; through whose charm'd mouthes</p> +<p>We may see all the close scapes of the Court.</p> +<p>When the most royall beast of chase, the hart,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_160" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_160"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_160">160</a></span></p> +<p>Being old, and cunning in his layres and haunts,</p> +<p>Can never be discovered to the bow,</p> +<p>The peece, or hound—yet where, behind some queich,</p> +<p>He breaks his gall, and rutteth with his hinde,</p> +<p>The place is markt, and by his venery<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_165" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_165"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_165">165</a></span></p> +<p>He still is taken. Shall we then attempt</p> +<p>The chiefest meane to that discovery here,</p> +<p>And court our greatest ladies chiefest women</p> +<p>With shewes of love, and liberall promises?</p> +<p>Tis but our breath. If something given in hand<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_170" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_170"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_170">170</a></span></p> +<p>Sharpen their hopes of more, 'twill be well ventur'd.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> No doubt of that: and 'tis the cunningst point</p> +<p>Of our devis'd investigation.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span><p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s17"> I have broken</span></p> +<p>The yce to it already with the woman</p> +<p>Of your chast lady, and conceive good hope<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_175" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_175"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_175">175</a></span></p> +<p>I shall wade thorow to some wished shore</p> +<p>At our next meeting.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s11"> Nay, there's small hope there.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Take say of her, my lord, she comes most fitly.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Starting back?</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Charlot, Anable, Pero.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Y'are ingag'd indeed.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_180" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_180"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_180">180</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Annable.</i> Nay pray, my lord, forbeare.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> What, skittish, servant?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>An.</i> No, my lord, I am not so fit for your service.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Charlotte.</i> Nay, pardon me now, my lord; my lady expects me.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_185" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_185"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_185">185</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Ile satisfie her expectation, as far as an unkle may.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Well said! a spirit of courtship of all</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span><p>hands. Now, mine owne Pero, hast thou remembred<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_190" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_190"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_190">190</a></span></p> +<p>me for the discovery I entreated thee</p> +<p>to make of thy mistresse? Speak boldly, and be</p> +<p>sure of all things I have sworne to thee.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Pero.</i> Building on that assurance (my lord) I</p> +<p>may speak; and much the rather because my<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_195" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_195"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_195">195</a></span></p> +<p>lady hath not trusted me with that I can tell</p> +<p>you; for now I cannot be said to betray her.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> That's all one, so wee reach our</p> +<p>objects: forth, I beseech thee.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Per.</i> To tell you truth, my lord, I have made<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_200" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_200"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_200">200</a></span></p> +<p>a strange discovery.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Excellent Pero, thou reviv'st me; may I</p> +<p>sink quick to perdition if my tongue discover it!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Per.</i> Tis thus, then: this last night my lord</p> +<p>lay forth, and I, watching my ladies sitting up,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_205" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_205"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_205">205</a></span></p> +<p>stole up at midnight from my pallat, and (having</p> +<p>before made a hole both through the wall and</p> +<p>arras to her inmost chamber) I saw D'Ambois</p> +<p>and her selfe reading a letter!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span><p><i>Mons.</i> D'Ambois!<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_210" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_210"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_210">210</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Per.</i> Even he, my lord.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Do'st thou not dreame, wench?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Per.</i> I sweare he is the man.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> The devill he is, and thy lady his dam!</p> +<p>Why this was the happiest shot that ever flewe;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_215" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_215"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_215">215</a></span></p> +<p>the just plague of hypocrisie level'd it. Oh, the</p> +<p>infinite regions betwixt a womans tongue and</p> +<p>her heart! is this our Goddesse of chastity? I</p> +<p>thought I could not be so sleighted, if she had</p> +<p>not her fraught besides, and therefore plotted this<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_220" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_220"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_220">220</a></span></p> +<p>with her woman, never dreaming of D'Amboys.</p> +<p>Deare Pero, I will advance thee for ever: but</p> +<p>tell me now—Gods pretious, it transformes mee</p> +<p>with admiration—sweet Pero, whom should she</p> +<p>trust with this conveyance? Or, all the dores<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_225" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_225"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_225">225</a></span></p> +<p>being made sure, how should his conveyance be</p> +<p>made?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Per.</i> Nay, my lord, that amazes me: I cannot</p> +<p>by any study so much as guesse at it.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Well, let's favour our apprehensions<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_230" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_230"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_230">230</a></span></p> +<p>with forbearing that a little; for, if my heart</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span><p>were not hoopt with adamant, the conceipt of</p> +<p>this would have burst it: but heark thee. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Whispers.</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> I pray thee, resolve mee: the Duke</p> +<p>will never imagine that I am busie about's wife:<span class="linenum">235</span></p> +<p>hath D'Ambois any privy accesse to her?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>An.</i> No, my lord, D'Ambois neglects her (as</p> +<p>shee takes it) and is therefore suspicious that</p> +<p>either your lady, or the lady Beaupre, hath</p> +<p>closely entertain'd him.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_240" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_240"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_240">240</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Ber lady, a likely suspition, and very</p> +<p>neere the life—especially of my wife.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Come, we'l disguise all with seeming</p> +<p>onely to have courted.—Away, dry palm! sh'as</p> +<p>a livor as dry as a bisket; a man may goe a<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_245" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_245"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_245">245</a></span></p> +<p>whole voyage with her, and get nothing but</p> +<p>tempests from her windpipe.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Here's one (I think) has swallowed a</p> +<p>porcupine, shee casts pricks from her tongue so.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> And here's a peacock seemes to have<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_250" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_250"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_250">250</a></span></p> +<p>devour'd one of the Alpes, she has so swelling</p> +<p>a spirit, & is so cold of her kindnes.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span><p><i>Char.</i> We are no windfalls, my lord; ye must</p> +<p>gather us with the ladder of matrimony, or we'l</p> +<p>hang till we be rotten.<span class="linenum">255</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Indeed, that's the way to make ye right</p> +<p>openarses. But, alas, ye have no portions fit for</p> +<p>such husbands as we wish you.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Per.</i> Portions, my lord! yes, and such portions</p> +<p>as your principality cannot purchase.<span class="linenum">260</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> What, woman, what are those portions?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Per.</i> Riddle my riddle, my lord.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> I, marry, wench, I think thy portion</p> +<p>is a right riddle; a man shall never finde it out:</p> +<p>but let's heare it.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_265" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_265"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_265">265</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Per.</i> You shall, my lord.</p> +<p><i>What's that, that being most rar's most cheap?</i></p> +<p><i>That when you sow, you never reap?</i></p> +<p><i>That when it growes most, most you [th]in it,</i></p> +<p><i>And still you lose it, when you win it?</i><span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_270" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_270"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_270">270</a></span></p> +<p><i>That when tis commonest, tis dearest,</i></p> +<p><i>And when tis farthest off, 'tis neerest?</i></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Is this your great portion?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Per.</i> Even this, my lord.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Beleeve me, I cannot riddle it.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_275" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_275"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_275">275</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Per.</i> No, my lord; tis my chastity, which you</p> +<p>shall neither riddle nor fiddle.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Your chastity! Let me begin with the</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span><p>end of it; how is a womans chastity neerest</p> +<p>man, when tis furthest off?<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_280" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_280"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_280">280</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Per.</i> Why, my lord, when you cannot get it,</p> +<p>it goes to th'heart on you; and that I think comes</p> +<p>most neere you: and I am sure it shall be farre</p> +<p>enough off. And so wee leave you to our mercies. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt Women.</i></span></p> +</div></div> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Farewell, riddle.<span class="linenum">285</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Farewell, medlar.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Farewell, winter plum.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Now, my lords, what fruit of our inquisition?</p> +<p>feele you nothing budding yet? Speak,</p> +<p>good my lord Montsurry.<span class="linenum">290</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Nothing but this: D'Ambois is thought</p> +<p>negligent in observing the Duchesse, and therefore</p> +<p>she is suspicious that your neece or my wife</p> +<p>closely entertaines him.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Your wife, my lord! Think you that<span class="linenum">295</span></p> +<p>possible?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Alas, I know she flies him like her</p> +<p>last houre.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Her last houre? Why that comes upon</p> +<p>her the more she flies it. Does D'Ambois so,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_300" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_300"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_300">300</a></span></p> +<p>think you?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> That's not worth the answering. Tis</p> +<p>miraculous to think with what monsters womens</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span><p>imaginations engrosse them when they are once</p> +<p>enamour'd, and what wonders they will work<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_305" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_305"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_305">305</a></span></p> +<p>for their satisfaction. They will make a sheepe</p> +<p>valiant, a lion fearefull.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> And an asse confident. Well, my lord,</p> +<p>more will come forth shortly; get you to the</p> +<p>banquet.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_310" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_310"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_310">310</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Come, my lord, I have the blind side of</p> +<p>one of them. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit Guise cum Mont[surry].</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> O the unsounded sea of womens bloods,</p> +<p>That when tis calmest, is most dangerous!</p> +<p>Not any wrinkle creaming in their faces,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_315" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_315"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_315">315</a></span></p> +<p>When in their hearts are Scylla and Caribdis,</p> +<p>Which still are hid in dark and standing foggs,</p> +<p>Where never day shines, nothing ever growes</p> +<p>But weeds and poysons that no states-man knowes;</p> +<p>Nor Cerberus ever saw the damned nookes<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_320" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_320"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_320">320</a></span></p> +<p>Hid with the veiles of womens vertuous lookes.</p> +<p>But what a cloud of sulphur have I drawne</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span><p>Up to my bosome in this dangerous secret!</p> +<p>Which if my hast with any spark should light</p> +<p>Ere D'Ambois were engag'd in some sure plot,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_325" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_325"></a>325</span></p> +<p>I were blowne up; he would be, sure, my death.</p> +<p>Would I had never knowne it, for before</p> +<p>I shall perswade th'importance to Montsurry,</p> +<p>And make him with some studied stratagem</p> +<p>Train D'Ambois to his wreak, his maid may tell it;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_330" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_330"></a>330</span></p> +<p>Or I (out of my fiery thirst to play</p> +<p>With the fell tyger up in darknesse tyed,</p> +<p>And give it some light) make it quite break loose.</p> +<p>I feare it, afore heaven, and will not see</p> +<p>D'Ambois againe, till I have told Montsurry,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_335" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_335"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_335">335</a></span></p> +<p>And set a snare with him to free my feares.</p> +<p>Whose there?</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Maffe.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maffe.</i><span class="s6"> My lord?</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s14"> Goe, call the Count Montsurry,</span></p> +<p>And make the dores fast; I will speak with none</p> +<p>Till he come to me.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maf.</i><span class="s11"> Well, my lord.</span> <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exiturus.</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s22"> Or else</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span><p>Send you some other, and see all the dores<span class="linenum">340</span></p> +<p>Made safe your selfe, I pray; hast, flie about it.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maf.</i> You'l speak with none but with the Count Montsurry?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> With none but hee, except it be the Guise.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maf.</i> See, even by this there's one exception more;</p> +<p>Your Grace must be more firme in the command,<span class="linenum">345</span></p> +<p>Or else shall I as weakly execute.</p> +<p>The Guise shall speak with you?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s20"> He shall, I say.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maf.</i> And Count Montsurry?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s18"> I, and Count Montsurry.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maf.</i> Your Grace must pardon me, that I am bold</p> +<p>To urge the cleare and full sence of your pleasure;<span class="linenum">350</span></p> +<p>Which when so ever I have knowne, I hope</p> +<p>Your Grace will say I hit it to a haire.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> You have.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maf.</i><span class="s10"> I hope so, or I would be glad—</span></p></div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> I pray thee, get thee gone; thou art so tedious</p> +<p>In the strick't forme of all thy services<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_355" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_355"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_355">355</a></span></p> +<p>That I had better have one negligent.</p> +<p>You hit my pleasure well, when D'Ambois hit you;</p> +<p>Did you not, think you?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span><p><i>Maf.</i><span class="s15"> D'Ambois! why, my lord—</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> I pray thee, talk no more, but shut the dores:</p> +<p>Doe what I charge thee.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maf.</i><span class="s15"> I will my lord, and yet</span> <span class="linenum">360</span></p> +<p>I would be glad the wrong I had of D'Ambois—</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Precious! then it is a fate that plagues me</p> +<p>In this mans foolery; I may be murthered,</p> +<p>While he stands on protection of his folly.</p> +<p>Avant, about thy charge!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maf.</i><span class="s16"> I goe, my lord.—</span><span class="linenum">365</span></p> +<p>I had my head broke in his faithfull service;</p> +<p>I had no suit the more, nor any thanks,</p> +<p>And yet my teeth must still be hit with D'Ambois.</p> +<p>D'Ambois, my lord, shall know—</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s21"> The devill and D'Ambois!</span> <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit Maffe.</i></span></p> +<p>How am I tortur'd with this trusty foole!<span class="linenum">370</span></p> +<p>Never was any curious in his place</p> +<p>To doe things justly, but he was an asse:</p> +<p>We cannot finde one trusty that is witty,</p> +<p>And therefore beare their disproportion.</p> +<p>Grant, thou great starre, and angell of my life,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_375" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_375"></a>375</span></p> +<p>A sure lease of it but for some few dayes,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span><p>That I may cleare my bosome of the snake</p> +<p>I cherisht there, and I will then defie</p> +<p>All check to it but Natures; and her altars</p> +<p>Shall crack with vessels crown'd with ev'ry liquor<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_380" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_380"></a>380</span></p> +<p>Drawn from her highest and most bloudy humors.</p> +<p>I feare him strangely; his advanced valour</p> +<p>Is like a spirit rais'd without a circle,</p> +<p>Endangering him that ignorantly rais'd him,</p> +<p>And for whose fury he hath learnt no limit.<span class="linenum">385</span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Maffe hastily.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maf.</i> I cannot help it; what should I do more?</p> +<p>As I was gathering a fit guard to make</p> +<p>My passage to the dores, and the dores sure,</p> +<p>The man of bloud is enter'd.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s17"> Rage of death!</span></p> +<p>If I had told the secret, and he knew it,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_390" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_390"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_390">390</a></span></p> +<p>Thus had I bin endanger'd.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class ="center"><i>Enter D'Ambois.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="s21"> My sweet heart!</span></p> +<p>How now? what leap'st thou at?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bussy.</i><span class="s20"> O royall object!</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Thou dream'st awake: object in th'empty aire!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Worthy the browes of Titan, worth his chaire.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span><p><i>Mons.</i> Pray thee, what mean'st thou?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s24"> See you not a crowne</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_395" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_395"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_395">395</a></span></p> +<p>Empalethe forehead of the great King Monsieur?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> O, fie upon thee!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s15"> Prince, that is the subject</span></p> +<p>Of all these your retir'd and sole discourses.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Wilt thou not leave that wrongfull supposition?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Why wrongfull to suppose the doubtlesse right<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_400" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_400"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_400">400</a></span></p> +<p>To the succession worth the thinking on?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Well, leave these jests! how I am over-joyed</p> +<p>With thy wish'd presence, and how fit thou com'st,</p> +<p>For, of mine honour, I was sending for thee.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> To what end?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s11"> Onely for thy company,</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_405" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_405"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_405">405</a></span></p> +<p>Which I have still in thought; but that's no payment</p> +<p>On thy part made with personall appearance.</p> +<p>Thy absence so long suffered oftentimes</p> +<p>Put me in some little doubt thou do'st not love me.</p> +<p>Wilt thou doe one thing therefore now sincerely?<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_410" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_410"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_410">410</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span><p><i>Buss.</i> I, any thing—but killing of the King.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Still in that discord, and ill taken note?</p> +<p>How most unseasonable thou playest the cucko,</p> +<p>In this thy fall of friendship!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s17"> Then doe not doubt</span></p> +<p>That there is any act within my nerves,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_415" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_415"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_415">415</a></span></p> +<p>But killing of the King, that is not yours.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> I will not then; to prove which, by my love</p> +<p>Shewne to thy vertues, and by all fruits else</p> +<p>Already sprung from that still flourishing tree,</p> +<p>With whatsoever may hereafter spring,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_420" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_420"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_420">420</a></span></p> +<p>I charge thee utter (even with all the freedome</p> +<p>Both of thy noble nature and thy friendship)</p> +<p>The full and plaine state of me in thy thoughts.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> What, utter plainly what I think of you?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Plaine as truth.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_425" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_425"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_425">425</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Why this swims quite against the stream of greatnes:</p> +<p>Great men would rather heare their flatteries,</p> +<p>And if they be not made fooles, are not wise.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span><p><i>Mons.</i> I am no such great foole, and therefore charge thee</p> +<p>Even from the root of thy free heart display mee.<span class="linenum">430</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Since you affect it in such serious termes,</p> +<p>If your selfe first will tell me what you think</p> +<p>As freely and as heartily of me,</p> +<p>I'le be as open in my thoughts of you.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> A bargain, of mine honour! and make this,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_435" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_435"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_435">435</a></span></p> +<p>That prove we in our full dissection</p> +<p>Never so foule, live still the sounder friends.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> What else, sir? come, pay me home, ile bide it bravely.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> I will, I sweare. I think thee, then, a man</p> +<p>That dares as much as a wilde horse or tyger,<span class="linenum">440</span></p> +<p>As headstrong and as bloody; and to feed</p> +<p>The ravenous wolfe of thy most caniball valour</p> +<p>(Rather than not employ it) thou would'st turne</p> +<p>Hackster to any whore, slave to a Jew,</p> +<p>Or English usurer, to force possessions<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_445" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_445"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_445">445</a></span></p> +<p>(And cut mens throats) of morgaged estates;</p> +<p>Or thou would'st tire thee like a tinkers strumpet,</p> +<p>And murther market folks; quarrell with sheepe,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span><p>And runne as mad as Ajax; serve a butcher;</p> +<p>Doe any thing but killing of the King.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_450" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_450"></a>450</span></p> +<p>That in thy valour th'art like other naturalls</p> +<p>That have strange gifts in nature, but no soule</p> +<p>Diffus'd quite through, to make them of a peece,</p> +<p>But stop at humours, that are more absurd,</p> +<p>Childish and villanous than that hackster, whore,<span class="linenum">455</span></p> +<p>Slave, cut-throat, tinkers bitch, compar'd before;</p> +<p>And in those humours would'st envie, betray,</p> +<p>Slander, blaspheme, change each houre a religion,</p> +<p>Doe any thing, but killing of the King:</p> +<p>That in thy valour (which is still the dunghill,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_460" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_460"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_460">460</a></span></p> +<p>To which hath reference all filth in thy house)</p> +<p>Th'art more ridiculous and vaine-glorious</p> +<p>Than any mountibank, and impudent</p> +<p>Than any painted bawd; which not to sooth,</p> +<p>And glorifie thee like a Jupiter Hammon,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_465" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_465"></a>465</span></p> +<p>Thou eat'st thy heart in vinegar, and thy gall</p> +<p>Turns all thy blood to poyson, which is cause</p> +<p>Of that toad-poole that stands in thy complexion,</p> +<p>And makes thee with a cold and earthy moisture,</p> +<p>(Which is the damme of putrifaction)<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_470" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_470"></a>470</span></p> +<p>As plague to thy damn'd pride, rot as thou liv'st:</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span><p>To study calumnies and treacheries;</p> +<p>To thy friends slaughters like a scrich-owle sing,</p> +<p>And to all mischiefes—but to kill the King.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> So! have you said?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s14"> How thinkest thou? Doe I flatter?</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_475" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_475"></a>475</span></p> +<p>Speak I not like a trusty friend to thee?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> That ever any man was blest withall.</p> +<p>So here's for me! I think you are (at worst)</p> +<p>No devill, since y'are like to be no King;</p> +<p>Of which with any friend of yours Ile lay<span class="linenum">480</span></p> +<p>This poore stillado here gainst all the starres,</p> +<p>I, and 'gainst all your treacheries, which are more:</p> +<p>That you did never good, but to doe ill,</p> +<p>But ill of all sorts, free and for it selfe:</p> +<p>That (like a murthering peece making lanes in armies,<span class="linenum">485</span></p> +<p>The first man of a rank, the whole rank falling)</p> +<p>If you have wrong'd one man, you are so farre</p> +<p>From making him amends that all his race,</p> +<p>Friends, and associates fall into your chace:</p> +<p>That y'are for perjuries the very prince<span class="linenum">490</span></p> +<p>Of all intelligencers; and your voice</p> +<p>Is like an easterne winde, that, where it flies,</p> +<p>Knits nets of catterpillars, with which you catch</p> +<p>The prime of all the fruits the kingdome yeelds:</p> +<p>That your politicall head is the curst fount<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_495" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_495"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_III_ii_495">495</a></span></p> +<p>Of all the violence, rapine, cruelty,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span><p>Tyrannie, & atheisme flowing through the realme:</p> +<p>That y'ave a tongue so scandalous, 'twill cut</p> +<p>The purest christall, and a breath that will</p> +<p>Kill to that wall a spider; you will jest<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_500" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_500"></a>500</span></p> +<p>With God, and your soule to the Devill tender</p> +<p>For lust; kisse horror, and with death engender:</p> +<p>That your foule body is a Lernean fenne</p> +<p>Of all the maladies breeding in all men:</p> +<p>That you are utterly without a soule;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_505" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_505"></a>505</span></p> +<p>And for your life, the thred of that was spunne</p> +<p>When Clotho slept, and let her breathing rock</p> +<p>Fall in the durt; and Lachesis still drawes it,</p> +<p>Dipping her twisting fingers in a boule</p> +<p>Defil'd, and crown'd with vertues forced soule:<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_510" id="lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_510"></a>510</span></p> +<p>And lastly (which I must for gratitude</p> +<p>Ever remember) that of all my height</p> +<p>And dearest life you are the onely spring,</p> +<p>Onely in royall hope to kill the King.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Why, now I see thou lov'st me! come to the banquet! <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt.</i></span> <span class="linenum">515</span></p> +</div></div> + + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Finis Actus Tertii.</i></p> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#Bussy_III_ii"><i>Henry . . . Attendants</i>.</a> A, <i>Henry, D'Ambois, Monsieur, Guise, +Mont., Elenor, Tam., Pero</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#Bussy_III_ii">1</a> <i>my</i>. A; B omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#Bussy_III_ii">4</a> <i>sparrowes</i>. A, nothing.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_15" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_15"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_15">16</a> <i>man</i>. A, truth.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_25" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_25"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_25">29</a> <i>than</i>. So in A; B, by.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_50" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_50"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_50">53</a> <i>besieged</i>. A, oppressed.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_55" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_55"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_55">58</a> <i>the rest</i>. A, the tother.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_65" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_65"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_65">67</a> <i>bout</i>. A, charge.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_70" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_70"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_70">71-72</a> Three lines in Qq, i.e. <i>Peace . . . thee peace</i> | <i>Let +. . . warre</i> | <i>He's . . . man</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_75" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_75"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_75">76</a> <i>noblier</i>. Emend. ed. Qq, nobly; see <a href="#note_p154_l76">note, p. 154</a>.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_85" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_85"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_85">88</a> <i>Stay . . . D'Ambois</i>. B, Stay them, stay D'Ambois.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_85">89</a> <i>honour'd</i>. A, equall.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_95" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_95"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_95">96</a> <i>empire</i>. A, eminence.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_100" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_100"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_100">104</a> <i>one stick out</i>. A, out one sticke.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_105" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_105"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_105">105</a> <i>bound our lifes</i>. A, was compris'd.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_105">107</a> <i>ingenious</i>. A, ingenuous.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_115" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_115"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_115">117</a> <i>hold</i>. A, proove. <i>vertue</i>. A, rodde.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_120" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_120"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_120">121</a> <i>Decline not to</i>. A, Engender not.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_130" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_130"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_130">131-138</a> <i>And hope . . . D'Amb[ois], Ladies</i>. Omitted in A, which +after 130 has: <i>Exeunt Henry, D'Amb., Ely, Ta.</i></p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_140" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_140"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_140">140</a> <i>worthy</i>. A, proper.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_145" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_145"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_145">149</a> <i>ranging</i>. A, gadding.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_150" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_150"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_150">153</a> <i>for, you know</i>. A, and indeed.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_160" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_160"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_160">160-161</a> <i>the hart, Being old, and cunning in his</i>. A, being +old, And cunning in his choice of.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_160">163-164</a> <i>where . . . his hinde</i>. A has:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Where his custome is<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To beat his vault, and he ruts with his hinde.<br /></span> +</div></div> +</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_165" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_165"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_165">168</a> <i>chiefest</i>. A, greatest.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_170" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_170"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_170">172</a> <i>the cunningst</i>. A, an excellent.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_170">173-177</a> <i>I have broken . . . hope there</i>. A has:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I have already broke the ice, my lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the most trusted woman of your Countesse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hope I shall wade through to our discovery.<br /></span> +</div></div> +</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_175" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_175"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_175">178</a> <i>Gui.</i> A, <i>Mont.</i> omitting the speech <i>Nay . . . there</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_175">179</a> <i>Starting back</i>. Omitted in A, which instead continues +Montsurry's speech with: And we will to the other.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_180" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_180"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_180">180</a> <i>indeed</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_185" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_185"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_185">185</a> <i>Nay</i>. A, Pray.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_185">189-193</a> <i>Well said . . . to thee</i>. Printed in doggerel form in +Qq, the lines ending with <i>hands</i>, <i>me</i>, <i>mistresse</i>, <i>thee</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_190" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_190"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_190">192</a> <i>of</i>. A, concerning.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_190">193</a> <i>sworne to thee</i>. A, promised.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_190">194</a> <i>that assurance</i>. A, that you have sworne.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_195" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_195"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_195">198-199</a> <i>so wee reach our objects</i>. A, so it bee not to one +that will betray thee.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_200" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_200"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_200">202</a> <i>Excellent . . . me</i>. So punctuated by ed.; A, Excellent +Pero thou reviv'st me; B, Excellent! Pero thou reviv'st me.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_200">203</a> <i>to perdition</i>. A, into earth heere.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_205" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_205"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_205">205</a> <i>watching</i>. A, wondring.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_205">206</a> <i>stole up</i>. A, stole.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_205">209</a> <i>her selfe reading a letter</i>. A, she set close at a +banquet.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_210" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_210"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_210">213</a> <i>I sweare</i>. A, No, my lord.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_215" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_215"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_215">215-216</a> <i>Why this . . . Oh, the</i>. A omits, possibly by mistake.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_220" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_220"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_220">220</a> <i>fraught</i>. A, freight.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_220">221</a> <i>never dreaming of D'Amboys</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_225" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_225"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_225">225</a> <i>this</i>. A, his.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_225">226</a> <i>should</i>. A, could.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_225">227</a> <i>made</i>. A, performed.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_230" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_230"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_230"><i>Whispers</i>.</a> A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="note_B_III_ii_233" id="note_B_III_ii_233"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_230">233</a> Between this line and l. 234 A inserts:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p> +<i>Char.</i> I sweare to your Grace, all that I can conjecture touching my<br /> +lady, your neece, is a strong affection she beares to the English Mylor.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gui.</i> All, quod you? tis enough I assure you; but tell me.<br /> +</p></div></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_240" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_240"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_240">242</a> <i>life</i>—: between this word and <i>especially</i> A inserts: if +she marks it.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_240">243</a> <i>disguise</i>. A, put off.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_245" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_245"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_245">247</a> <i>from</i>. A, at.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_250" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_250"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_250">253</a> <i>are</i>. A, be.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_265" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_265"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_265">269</a> <i>[th]in</i>. Emend. ed; Qq, in.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_270" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_270"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_270">273</a> <i>great</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_275" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_275"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_275">279</a> <i>it</i>. A, you.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_280" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_280"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_280">284</a> <i>wee</i>. A, I. <i>our mercies</i>. A, my mercy.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_300" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_300"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_300">303</a> <i>miraculous</i>. A, horrible.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_305" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_305"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_305">308</a> <i>Well, my lord</i>. A, My lord, tis true, and.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_310" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_310"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_310">311-312</a> <i>Come . . . of them</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_315" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_315"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_315">317</a> <i>dark and standing foggs</i>. A, monster-formed cloudes.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_320" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_320"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_320">322-336</a> <i>But what . . . feares</i>. Omitted in A, which has +instead:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I will conceale all yet, and give more time<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To D'Ambois triall, now upon my hooke;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He awes my throat; else, like Sybillas cave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It should breath oracles; I feare him strangely,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And may resemble his advanced valour<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unto a spirit rais'd without a circle,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Endangering him that ignorantly rais'd him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for whose furie he hath learn'd no limit.<br /></span> +</div></div></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_335" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_335"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_335">337-391</a> <i>Whose there . . . sweet heart</i>! A omits, though 382-5, +with some variations, appear as 326 (half-line)—330 in B. Cf. +preceding note.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_355" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_355"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_355">358</a> <i>D'Ambois . . . lord</i>. So punctuated by ed.; B has: +D'Ambois! why my lord?</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_390" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_390"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_390">394</a> <i>browes</i>. A, head.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_395" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_395"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_395">397</a> <i>Prince</i>. A, Sir.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_400" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_400"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_400">400-408</a> <i>Why wrongfull . . . oftentimes</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_405" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_405"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_405">409</a> <i>Put me in some little doubt</i>. A, This still hath made me +doubt.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_410" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_410"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_410">410</a> <i>therefore now</i>. A, for me then.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_410">413-414</a> <i>How . . . friendship</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_410">414-416</a> <i>Then . . . not yours</i>. Omitted in A, which has instead: +Come, doe not doubt me, and command mee all things.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_415" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_415"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_415">417</a> <i>to prove which, by</i>. A, and now by all.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_415">419</a> <i>still flourishing tree</i>. A, affection.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_420" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_420"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_420">420</a> <i>With . . . spring</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_425" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_425"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_425">425</a> <i>Plaine as truth</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_435" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_435"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_435">438</a> <i>pay me home, ile bide it bravely</i>. A, begin, and speake +me simply.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_445" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_445"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_445">447</a> <i>strumpet</i>. A, wife.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_460" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_460"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_460">460</a> <i>thy</i>. A, that. <i>the</i>. A, my.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_460">461</a> <i>hath reference</i>. A, I carrie.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_495" id="lnote_Bussy_III_ii_495"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_495">499</a> <i>The purest</i>. A, A perfect.</p></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="Bussy_IV_i" id="Bussy_IV_i"></a><span class="smcap">Actus Quarti Scena Prima.</span></h2> + +<p class="center">[<i>The Banquetting-Hall in the Court.</i>]</p> + + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Henry, Monsieur with a letter, Guise, Montsurry, Bussy, Elynor, Tamyra, +Beaupre, Pero, Charlotte, Anable, Pyrha, with foure Pages.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henry.</i> Ladies, ye have not done our banquet right,</p> +<p>Nor lookt upon it with those cheereful rayes</p> +<p>That lately turn'd your breaths to flouds of gold;</p> +<p>Your looks, me thinks, are not drawne out with thoughts</p> +<p>So cleare and free as heretofore, but foule<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_5" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_5"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_i_5">5</a></span></p> +<p>As if the thick complexions of men</p> +<p>Govern'd within them.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bussy.</i><span class="s12"> 'Tis not like, my lord,</span></p> +<p>That men in women rule, but contrary;</p> +<p>For as the moone, of all things God created</p> +<p>Not only is the most appropriate image<span class="linenum">10</span></p> +<p>Or glasse to shew them how they wax and wane,</p> +<p>But in her height and motion likewise beares</p> +<p>Imperiall influences that command</p> +<p>In all their powers, and make them wax and wane:</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span><p>So women, that, of all things made of nothing,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_15" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_15"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_i_15">15</a></span></p> +<p>Are the most perfect idols of the moone,</p> +<p>Or still-unwean'd sweet moon-calves with white faces,</p> +<p>Not only are paterns of change to men,</p> +<p>But as the tender moon-shine of their beauties</p> +<p>Cleares or is cloudy, make men glad or sad.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_20" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_20"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_i_20">20</a></span></p> +<p>So then they rule in men, not men in them.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Monsieur.</i> But here the moons are chang'd (as the King notes)</p> +<p>And either men rule in them, or some power</p> +<p>Beyond their voluntary faculty,</p> +<p>For nothing can recover their lost faces.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_25" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_25"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_i_25">25</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Montsurry.</i> None can be alwayes one: our griefes and joyes</p> +<p>Hold severall scepters in us, and have times</p> +<p>For their divided empires: which griefe now in them</p> +<p>Doth prove as proper to his diadem.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> And griefe's a naturall sicknesse of the bloud,<span class="linenum">30</span></p> +<p>That time to part asks, as his comming had;</p> +<p>Onely sleight fooles griev'd suddenly are glad.</p> +<p>A man may say t'a dead man, "be reviv'd,"</p> +<p>As well as to one sorrowfull, "be not griev'd."</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span><p>And therefore (princely mistresse) in all warres<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_35" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_35"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_i_35">35</a></span></p> +<p>Against these base foes that insult on weaknesse,</p> +<p>And still fight hous'd behind the shield of Nature,</p> +<p>Of priviledge law, treachery, or beastly need,</p> +<p>Your servant cannot help; authority here</p> +<p>Goes with corruption, something like some states<span class="linenum">40</span></p> +<p>That back woorst men; valour to them must creepe</p> +<p>That to themselves left would feare him asleepe.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Duchess.</i> Ye all take that for granted that doth rest</p> +<p>Yet to be prov'd; we all are as we were,</p> +<p>As merry and as free in thought as ever.<span class="linenum">45</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Guise.</i> And why then can ye not disclose your thoughts?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tamyra.</i> Me thinks the man hath answer'd for us well.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> The man! why, madam, d'ee not know his name?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> Man is a name of honour for a King:</p> +<p>Additions take away from each chiefe thing.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_50" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_50"></a>50</span></p> +<p>The schoole of modesty not to learne learnes dames:</p> +<p>They sit in high formes there that know mens names.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span><p><i>Mons.</i> [<i>to Bussy.</i>] Heark, sweet heart, here's a bar set to your valour!</p> +<p>It cannot enter here, no, not to notice</p> +<p>Of what your name is; your great eagles beak<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_55" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_55"></a>55</span></p> +<p>(Should you flie at her) had as good encounter</p> +<p>An Albion cliffe as her more craggy liver.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Ile not attempt her, sir; her sight and name</p> +<p>(By which I onely know her) doth deter me.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henr.</i> So doe they all men else.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s19"> You would say so,</span> <span class="linenum">60</span></p> +<p>If you knew all.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> Knew all, my lord? what meane you?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> All that I know, madam.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s20"> That you know! Speak it.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> No, tis enough I feele it.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henr.</i><span class="s19"> But me thinks</span></p> +<p>Her courtship is more pure then heretofore.</p> +<p>True courtiers should be modest, and not nice;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_65" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_65"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_i_65">65</a></span></p> +<p>Bold, but not impudent; pleasure love, not vice.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Sweet heart, come hither! what if one should make</p> +<p>Horns at Mountsurry, would it not strike him jealous</p> +<p>Through all the proofes of his chaste ladies vertues?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span><p><i>Buss.</i> If he be wise, not.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_70" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_70"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_i_70">70</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> What, not if I should name the gardener</p> +<p>That I would have him think hath grafted him?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> So the large licence that your greatnesse uses</p> +<p>To jest at all men may be taught indeed</p> +<p>To make a difference of the grounds you play on,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_75" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_75"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_i_75">75</a></span></p> +<p>Both in the men you scandall and the matter.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> As how, as how?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s15"> Perhaps led with a traine</span></p> +<p>Where you may have your nose made lesse and slit,</p> +<p>Your eyes thrust out.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s11"> Peace, peace, I pray thee, peace!</span></p> +<p>Who dares doe that? the brother of his King!<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_80" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_80"></a>80</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Were your King brother in you; all your powers</p> +<p>(Stretcht in the armes of great men and their bawds)</p> +<p>Set close downe by you; all your stormy lawes</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span><p>Spouted with lawyers mouthes, and gushing bloud,</p> +<p>Like to so many torrents; all your glories<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_85" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_85"></a>85</span></p> +<p>Making you terrible, like enchanted flames,</p> +<p>Fed with bare cockscombs and with crooked hammes,</p> +<p>All your prerogatives, your shames, and tortures,</p> +<p>All daring heaven and opening hell about you—</p> +<p>Were I the man ye wrong'd so and provok'd,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_90" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_90"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_i_90">90</a></span></p> +<p>(Though ne're so much beneath you) like a box tree</p> +<p>I would out of the roughnesse of my root</p> +<p>Ramme hardnesse in my lownesse, and, like death</p> +<p>Mounted on earthquakes, I would trot through all</p> +<p>Honors and horrors, thorow foule and faire,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_95" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_95"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_i_95">95</a></span></p> +<p>And from your whole strength tosse you into the aire.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Goe, th'art a devill! such another spirit</p> +<p>Could not be still'd from all th'Armenian dragons.</p> +<p>O, my loves glory! heire to all I have</p> +<p>(That's all I can say, and that all I sweare)<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_100" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_100"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_i_100">100</a></span></p> +<p>If thou out-live me, as I know thou must,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span><p>Or else hath Nature no proportion'd end</p> +<p>To her great labours; she hath breath'd a minde</p> +<p>Into thy entrails, of desert to swell</p> +<p>Into another great Augustus Cæsar;<span class="linenum">105</span></p> +<p>Organs and faculties fitted to her greatnesse;</p> +<p>And should that perish like a common spirit,</p> +<p>Nature's a courtier and regards no merit.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henr.</i> Here's nought but whispering with us; like a calme</p> +<p>Before a tempest, when the silent ayre<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_110" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_110"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_i_110">110</a></span></p> +<p>Layes her soft eare close to the earth to hearken</p> +<p>For that she feares steales on to ravish her;</p> +<p>Some fate doth joyne our eares to heare it comming.</p> +<p>Come, my brave eagle, let's to covert flie!</p> +<p>I see almighty Æther in the smoak<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_115" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_115"></a>115</span></p> +<p>Of all his clowds descending, and the skie</p> +<p>Hid in the dim ostents of tragedy. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit Henr[y] with D'Amb[ois] & Ladies.</i></span></p> +</div></div> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Guis.</i> Now stirre the humour, and begin the brawle.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> The King and D'Ambois now are growne all one.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Nay, they are two, my lord.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s22"> How's that?</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s32"> No more.</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_120" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_120"></a>120</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> I must have more, my lord.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span><p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s21"> What, more than two?</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> How monstrous is this!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s18"> Why?</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s24"> You make me horns.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Not I, it is a work without my power,</p> +<p>Married mens ensignes are not made with fingers;</p> +<p>Of divine fabrique they are, not mens hands:<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_125" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_125"></a>125</span></p> +<p>Your wife, you know, is a meere Cynthia,</p> +<p>And she must fashion hornes out of her nature.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> But doth she? dare you charge her? speak, false prince.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> I must not speak, my lord; but if you'l use</p> +<p>The learning of a noble man, and read,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_130" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_130"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_i_130">130</a></span></p> +<p>Here's something to those points. Soft, you must pawne</p> +<p>Your honour, having read it, to return it.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Tamira, Pero.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Not I:—I pawne mine honour for a paper!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> You must not buy it under. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt Guise and Monsieur.</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s22"> Keepe it then,</span></p> +<p>And keepe fire in your bosome!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s20"> What sayes he?</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_135" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_135"></a>135</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> You must make good the rest.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span><p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s24"> How fares my lord?</span></p> +<p>Takes my love any thing to heart he sayes?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Come, y'are a—</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s14"> What, my lord?</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s26"> The plague of Herod</span></p> +<p>Feast in his rotten entrailes!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s17"> Will you wreak</span></p> +<p>Your angers just cause given by him on me?<span class="linenum">140</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> By him?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s8"> By him, my lord. I have admir'd</span></p> +<p>You could all this time be at concord with him,</p> +<p>That still hath plaid such discords on your honour.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Perhaps tis with some proud string of my wives.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> How's that, my lord?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s16"> Your tongue will still admire,</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_145" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_145"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_i_145">145</a></span></p> +<p>Till my head be the miracle of the world.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> O woe is me! <span class="ilstagedir"><i>She seemes to sound.</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Pero.</i><span class="s11"> What does your lordship meane?</span></p> +<p>Madam, be comforted; my lord but tries you.</p> +<p>Madam! Help, good my lord, are you not mov'd?</p> +<p>Doe your set looks print in your words your thoughts?<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_150" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_150"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_i_150">150</a></span></p> +<p>Sweet lord, cleare up those eyes,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span><p>Unbend that masking forehead. Whence is it</p> +<p>You rush upon her with these Irish warres,</p> +<p>More full of sound then hurt? But it is enough;</p> +<p>You have shot home, your words are in her heart;<span class="linenum">155</span></p> +<p>She has not liv'd to beare a triall now.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Look up, my love, and by this kisse receive</p> +<p>My soule amongst thy spirits, for supply</p> +<p>To thine chac'd with my fury.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s18"> O, my lord,</span></p> +<p>I have too long liv'd to heare this from you.<span class="linenum">160</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> 'Twas from my troubled bloud, and not from me.</p> +<p>I know not how I fare; a sudden night</p> +<p>Flowes through my entrailes, and a headlong chaos</p> +<p>Murmurs within me, which I must digest,</p> +<p>And not drowne her in my confusions,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_165" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_165"></a>165</span></p> +<p>That was my lives joy, being best inform'd.</p> +<p>Sweet, you must needs forgive me, that my love</p> +<p>(Like to a fire disdaining his suppression)</p> +<p>Rag'd being discouraged; my whole heart is wounded</p> +<p>When any least thought in you is but touch't,<span class="linenum">170</span></p> +<p>And shall be till I know your former merits,</p> +<p>Your name and memory, altogether crave</p> +<p>In just oblivion their eternall grave;</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span><p>And then, you must heare from me, there's no meane</p> +<p>In any passion I shall feele for you.<span class="linenum">175</span></p> +<p>Love is a rasor, cleansing, being well us'd,</p> +<p>But fetcheth blood still, being the least abus'd.</p> +<p>To tell you briefly all—the man that left me</p> +<p>When you appear'd, did turne me worse than woman,</p> +<p>And stab'd me to the heart, thus, with his fingers.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_180" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_180"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_i_180">180</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> O happy woman! comes my stain from him,</p> +<p>It is my beauty, and that innocence proves</p> +<p>That slew Chymæra, rescued Peleus</p> +<p>From all the savage beasts in Peleon,</p> +<p>And rais'd the chaste Athenian prince from hell:<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_185" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_185"></a>185</span></p> +<p>All suffering with me, they for womens lusts,</p> +<p>I for a mans, that the Egean stable</p> +<p>Of his foule sinne would empty in my lap.</p> +<p>How his guilt shunn'd me! Sacred innocence</p> +<p>That, where thou fear'st, are dreadfull, and his face<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_190" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_190"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_i_190">190</a></span></p> +<p>Turn'd in flight from thee that had thee in chace!</p> +<p>Come, bring me to him. I will tell the serpent</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span><p>Even to his venom'd teeth (from whose curst seed</p> +<p>A pitcht field starts up 'twixt my lord and me)</p> +<p>That his throat lies, and he shall curse his fingers<span class="linenum">195</span></p> +<p>For being so govern'd by his filthy soule.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> I know not if himselfe will vaunt t'have beene</p> +<p>The princely author of the slavish sinne,</p> +<p>Or any other; he would have resolv'd me,</p> +<p>Had you not come, not by his word, but writing,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_200" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_200"></a>200</span></p> +<p>Would I have sworne to give it him againe,</p> +<p>And pawn'd mine honour to him for a paper.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> See, how he flies me still! tis a foule heart</p> +<p>That feares his owne hand. Good my lord, make haste</p> +<p>To see the dangerous paper: papers hold<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_205" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_205"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_i_205">205</a></span></p> +<p>Oft-times the formes and copies of our soules,</p> +<p>And (though the world despise them) are the prizes</p> +<p>Of all our honors; make your honour then</p> +<p>A hostage for it, and with it conferre</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span><p>My neerest woman here in all she knowes;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_210" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_210"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_i_210">210</a></span></p> +<p>Who (if the sunne or Cerberus could have seene</p> +<p>Any staine in me) might as well as they.</p> +<p>And, Pero, here I charge thee, by my love,</p> +<p>And all proofes of it (which I might call bounties);</p> +<p>By all that thou hast seene seeme good in mee,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_215" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_215"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_i_215">215</a></span></p> +<p>And all the ill which thou shouldst spit from thee;</p> +<p>By pity of the wound this touch hath given me,</p> +<p>Not as thy mistresse now, but a poore woman</p> +<p>To death given over, rid me of my paines;</p> +<p>Powre on thy powder; cleare thy breast of me.<span class="linenum">220</span></p> +<p>My lord is only here: here speak thy worst;</p> +<p>Thy best will doe me mischiefe; if thou spar'st me,</p> +<p>Never shine good thought on thy memory!</p> +<p>Resolve my lord, and leave me desperate.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Per.</i> My lord!—my lord hath plaid a prodigals part,<span class="linenum">225</span></p> +<p>To break his stock for nothing, and an insolent,</p> +<p>To cut a Gordian when he could not loose it.</p> +<p>What violence is this, to put true fire</p> +<p>To a false train; to blow up long crown'd peace</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span><p>With sudden outrage; and beleeve a man,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_230" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_230"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_i_230">230</a></span></p> +<p>Sworne to the shame of women, 'gainst a woman</p> +<p>Borne to their honours? But I will to him.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> No, I will write (for I shall never more</p> +<p>Meet with the fugitive) where I will defie him,</p> +<p>Were he ten times the brother of my King.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_235" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_235"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_i_235">235</a></span></p> +<p>To him, my lord,—and ile to cursing him. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#Bussy_IV_i"><i>with a letter</i>.</a> A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_5" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_5"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_5">5</a> <i>foule</i>. A, fare.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_15" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_15"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_15">16</a> <i>idols</i>. A, images.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_20" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_20"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_20">21</a> <i>So then . . . in them</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_20">24</a> <i>faculty</i>. A, motions.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_25" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_25"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_25">26-29</a> <i>None . . . diadem</i>. A assigns these lines to Bussy.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_25">28</a> <i>divided empires</i>. A, predominance.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_25">29</a> <i>prove</i>. A, claime.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_35" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_35"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_35">38</a> <i>priviledge</i>. A, tyrannous.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_65" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_65"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_65">65</a> <i>and</i>. A, but.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_70" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_70"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_70">70-78</a> <i>If he . . . and slit</i>. Omitted in A, which has instead:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> No, I thinke not.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s13"> Not if I nam'd the man</span></p> +<p>With whom I would make him suspicious</p> +<p>His wife hath arm'd his forehead!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s21"> So you might</span></p> +<p>Have your great nose made lesse indeede, and slit.</p> +</div></div> +</div> + + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_75" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_75"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_75">77-79</a> In B four lines, broken at (second) <i>how</i>, <i>have</i>, +<i>out</i>, <i>thee peace</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_90" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_90"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_90">92</a> <i>roughnesse</i>. A, toughnesse.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_95" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_95"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_95">96</a> <i>the</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_100" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_100"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_100">103</a> <i>minde</i>. A, spirit.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_100">104</a> <i>desert</i>. A, effect.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_110" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_110"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_110">112</a> <i>steales on to ravish</i>. A, is comming to afflict.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_130" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_130"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_130"><i>Enter . . . Pero</i></a>, placed in A after <i>under</i> in 134.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_130"><i>Exeunt . . . Monsieur</i>.</a> A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_145" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_145"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_145"><i>She seemes to sound</i>.</a> A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_150" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_150"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_150">151-154</a> <i>Sweet . . . enough</i>. A has instead:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sweete lord, cleare up those eies, for shame of noblesse:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mercilesse creature; but it is enough.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>B has three lines broken at <i>forehead</i>, <i>warres</i>, <i>enough</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_180" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_180"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_180">180</a> <i>fingers</i>. A, hand.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_180">181</a> <i>comes . . . him</i>. Punctuated by ed.; Qq, comes my stain +from him?</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_190" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_190"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_190">193</a> <i>Even . . . curst seed</i>. A, Even to his teeth, whence, in +mine honors soile.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_205" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_205"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_205">205-209</a> <i>papers hold . . . for it</i>. Omitted in A, which has +instead:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i7">Be not nice<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For any trifle, jeweld with your honour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To pawne your honor.<br /></span> +</div></div> +</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_210" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_210"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_210">212</a> <i>well</i>. A, much.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_215" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_215"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_215">217</a> <i>this touch</i>. A, my lord.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_230" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_230"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_230">232</a> <i>But I will to him</i>. A, Ile attend your lordship.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_230">234</a> <i>Meet</i>. A, Speake.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_235" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_i_235"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_235">236</a> <i>To him . . . him</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + + +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;">[<a name="Bussy_IV_ii" id="Bussy_IV_ii"></a><span class="smcap">Actus Quarti Scena Secunda.</span></h2> + +<p class="center"><i>A Room in Montsurry's House.</i>]</p> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Enter D'Ambois and Frier.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bussy.</i> I am suspitious, my most honour'd father,</p> +<p>By some of Monsieurs cunning passages,</p> +<p>That his still ranging and contentious nose-thrils</p> +<p>To scent the haunts of mischiefe have so us'd</p> +<p>The vicious vertue of his busie sence<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_5" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_5"></a>5</span></p> +<p>That he trails hotly of him, and will rowze him,</p> +<p>Driving him all enrag'd and foming on us;</p> +<p>And therefore have entreated your deepe skill</p> +<p>In the command of good aeriall spirits,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span><p>To assume these magick rites, and call up one,<span class="linenum">10</span></p> +<p>To know if any have reveal'd unto him</p> +<p>Any thing touching my deare love and me.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Friar.</i> Good sonne, you have amaz'd me but to make</p> +<p>The least doubt of it, it concernes so neerely</p> +<p>The faith and reverence of my name and order.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_15" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_15"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_15">15</a></span></p> +<p>Yet will I justifie upon my soule</p> +<p>All I have done;</p> +<p>If any spirit i'th[e] earth or aire</p> +<p>Can give you the resolve, doe not despaire.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Musick: and Tamira enters with Pero, her maid, bearing a letter.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tamyra.</i> Away, deliver it. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit Pero.</i></span></p> +<p><span class="s21">O may my lines,</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_20" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_20"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_20">20</a></span></p> +<p>Fill'd with the poyson of a womans hate,</p> +<p>When he shall open them, shrink up his curst eyes</p> +<p>With torturous darknesse, such as stands in hell,</p> +<p>Stuck full of inward horrors, never lighted;</p> +<p>With which are all things to be fear'd, affrighted.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_25" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_25"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_25">25</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> How is it with my honour'd mistresse?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> O, servant, help, and save me from the gripes</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span><p>Of shame and infamy. Our love is knowne;</p> +<p>Your Monsieur hath a paper where is writ</p> +<p>Some secret tokens that decipher it.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_30" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_30"></a>30</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> What cold dull Northern brain, what foole but he,</p> +<p>Durst take into his Epimethean breast</p> +<p>A box of such plagues as the danger yeelds</p> +<p>Incur'd in this discovery? He had better</p> +<p>Ventur'd his breast in the consuming reach<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_35" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_35"></a>35</span></p> +<p>Of the hot surfets cast out of the clouds,</p> +<p>Or stood the bullets that (to wreak the skie)</p> +<p>The Cyclops ramme in Joves artillerie.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Fri.</i> We soone will take the darknesse from his face</p> +<p>That did that deed of darknesse; we will know<span class="linenum">40</span></p> +<p>What now the Monsieur and your husband doe;</p> +<p>What is contain'd within the secret paper</p> +<p>Offer'd by Monsieur, and your loves events.</p> +<p>To which ends (honour'd daughter) at your motion</p> +<p>I have put on these exorcising rites,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_45" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_45"></a>45</span></p> +<p>And, by my power of learned holinesse</p> +<p>Vouchsaft me from above, I will command</p> +<p>Our resolution of a raised spirit.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span><p><i>Tam.</i> Good father, raise him in some beauteous forme,</p> +<p>That with least terror I may brook his sight.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_50" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_50"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_50">50</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Fri.</i> Stand sure together, then, what ere you see,</p> +<p>And stir not, as ye tender all our lives. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>He puts on his robes.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Occidentalium legionum spiritualium imperator</i></p> +<p><i>(magnus ille Behemoth) veni, veni, comitatus cum</i></p> +<p><i>Asaroth locotenente invicto. Adjuro te, per Stygis</i><span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_55" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_55"></a>55</span></p> +<p><i>inscrutabilia arcana, per ipsos irremeabiles anfractus</i></p> +<p><i>Averni: adesto ô Behemoth, tu cui pervia sunt</i></p> +<p><i>Magnatum scrinia; veni, per Noctis & tenebrarum</i></p> +<p><i>abdita profundissima; per labentia sydera; per ipsos</i></p> +<p><i>motus horarum furtivos, Hecatesq[ue] altum silentium!</i><span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_60" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_60"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_60">60</a></span></p> +<p><i>Appare in forma spiritali, lucente, splendida,</i></p> +<p><i>& amabili!</i></p> +</div></div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Thunder. Ascendit [Behemoth with Cartophylax and other spirits].</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Behemoth.</i> What would the holy frier?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Fri.</i><span class="s27"> I would see</span></p> +<p>What now the Monsieur and Mountsurrie doe,</p> +<p>And see the secret paper that the Monsieur<span class="linenum">65</span></p> +<p>Offer'd to Count Montsurry; longing much</p> +<p>To know on what events the secret loves</p> +<p>Of these two honour'd persons shall arrive.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span><p><i>Beh.</i> Why calledst thou me to this accursed light,</p> +<p>To these light purposes? I am Emperor<span class="linenum">70</span></p> +<p>Of that inscrutable darknesse, where are hid</p> +<p>All deepest truths, and secrets never seene,</p> +<p>All which I know; and command legions</p> +<p>Of knowing spirits that can doe more then these.</p> +<p>Any of this my guard that circle me<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_75" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_75"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_75">75</a></span></p> +<p>In these blew fires, and out of whose dim fumes</p> +<p>Vast murmurs use to break, and from their sounds</p> +<p>Articulat voyces, can doe ten parts more</p> +<p>Than open such sleight truths as you require.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Fri.</i> From the last nights black depth I call'd up one<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_80" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_80"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_80">80</a></span></p> +<p>Of the inferiour ablest ministers,</p> +<p>And he could not resolve mee. Send one, then,</p> +<p>Out of thine owne command to fetch the paper</p> +<p>That Monsieur hath to shew to Count Montsurry.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Beh.</i> I will. Cartophylax! thou that properly<span class="linenum">85</span></p> +<p>Hast in thy power all papers so inscrib'd,</p> +<p>Glide through all barres to it, and fetch that paper.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cartophylax.</i> I will. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>A torch removes.</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span><p><i>Fri.</i> Till he returnes (great prince of darknesse)</p> +<p>Tell me if Monsieur and the Count Montsurry<span class="linenum">90</span></p> +<p>Are yet encounter'd.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Beh.</i><span class="s13"> Both them and the Guise</span></p> +<p>Are now together.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Fri.</i><span class="s11"> Show us all their persons,</span></p> +<p>And represent the place, with all their actions.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Beh.</i> The spirit will strait return, and then Ile shew thee.</p> +<p>See, he is come. Why brought'st thou not the paper?<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_95" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_95"></a>95</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Car.</i> He hath prevented me, and got a spirit</p> +<p>Rais'd by another, great in our command,</p> +<p>To take the guard of it before I came.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Beh.</i> This is your slacknesse, not t'invoke our powers</p> +<p>When first your acts set forth to their effects.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_100" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_100"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_100">100</a></span></p> +<p>Yet shall you see it and themselves. Behold</p> +<p>They come here, & the Earle now holds the paper.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Ent[er] Mons[ieur], Gui[se], Mont[surry], with a paper.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> May we not heare them?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p>[<i>Fri.</i>]<span class="s20"> No, be still and see.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> I will goe fetch the paper.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Fri.</i><span class="s22"> Doe not stirre.</span></p> +<p>There's too much distance, and too many locks<span class="linenum">105</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span><p>Twixt you and them (how neere so e're they seeme)</p> +<p>For any man to interrupt their secrets.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> O honour'd spirit, flie into the fancie</p> +<p>Of my offended lord; and doe not let him</p> +<p>Beleeve what there the wicked man hath written.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_110" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_110"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_110">110</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Beh.</i> Perswasion hath already enter'd him</p> +<p>Beyond reflection; peace, till their departure!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<hr style='width: 45%;' /><br /> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Monsieur.</i> There is a glasse of ink where you may see</p> +<p>How to make ready black fac'd tragedy:</p> +<p>You now discerne, I hope, through all her paintings,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_115" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_115"></a>115</span></p> +<p>Her gasping wrinkles and fames sepulchres.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Guise.</i> Think you he faines, my lord? what hold you now?</p> +<p>Doe we maligne your wife, or honour you?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> What, stricken dumb! Nay fie, lord, be not danted:</p> +<p>Your case is common; were it ne're so rare,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_120" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_120"></a>120</span></p> +<p>Beare it as rarely! Now to laugh were manly.</p> +<p>A worthy man should imitate the weather,</p> +<p>That sings in tempests, and being cleare, is silent.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span><p><i>Gui.</i> Goe home, my lord, and force your wife to write</p> +<p>Such loving lines to D'Ambois as she us'd<span class="linenum">125</span></p> +<p>When she desir'd his presence.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s19"> Doe, my lord,</span></p> +<p>And make her name her conceal'd messenger,</p> +<p>That close and most inennerable pander,</p> +<p>That passeth all our studies to exquire:</p> +<p>By whom convay the letter to her love;<span class="linenum">130</span></p> +<p>And so you shall be sure to have him come</p> +<p>Within the thirsty reach of your revenge.</p> +<p>Before which, lodge an ambush in her chamber,</p> +<p>Behind the arras, of your stoutest men</p> +<p>All close and soundly arm'd; and let them share<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_135" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_135"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_135">135</a></span></p> +<p>A spirit amongst them that would serve a thousand.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Pero with a letter.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Yet, stay a little: see, she sends for you.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Poore, loving lady, she'le make all good yet;</p> +<p>Think you not so, my lord? <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Mont[surry] stabs Pero, and exit.</i></span></p> +</div></div> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i><span class="s17"> Alas, poore soule!</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> This was cruelly done, y'faith.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Pero.</i><span class="s24"> T'was nobly done;</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_140" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_140"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_140">140</a></span></p> +<p>And I forgive his lordship from my soule.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span><p><i>Mons.</i> Then much good doo't thee, Pero! hast a letter?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Per.</i> I hope it rather be a bitter volume</p> +<p>Of worthy curses for your perjury.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> To you, my lord.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s13"> To me? Now out upon her!</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_145" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_145"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_145">145</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Let me see, my lord.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> You shall presently: how fares my Pero? <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Enter Servant.</i></span></p> +<p>Who's there? Take in this maid, sh'as caught a clap,</p> +<p>And fetch my surgeon to her. Come, my lord,</p> +<p>We'l now peruse our letter. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt Mons[ieur], Guise. Lead her out.</i></span></p> +</div></div> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Per.</i><span class="s18"> Furies rise</span> <span class="linenum">150</span></p> +<p>Out of the black lines, and torment his soule!</p> +</div></div> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> Hath my lord slaine my woman?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Beh.</i><span class="s26"> No, she lives.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Fri.</i> What shall become of us?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Beh.</i><span class="s20"> All I can say,</span></p> +<p>Being call'd thus late, is briefe, and darkly this:—</p> +<p>If D'Ambois mistresse die not her white hand<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_155" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_155"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_155">155</a></span></p> +<p>In her forc'd bloud, he shall remaine untoucht:</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span><p>So, father, shall your selfe, but by your selfe.</p> +<p>To make this augurie plainer, when the voyce</p> +<p>Of D'Amboys shall invoke me, I will rise</p> +<p>Shining in greater light, and shew him all<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_160" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_160"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_160">160</a></span></p> +<p>That will betide ye all. Meane time be wise,</p> +<p>And curb his valour with your policies. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Descendit cum suis.</i></span></p> +</div></div> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Will he appeare to me when I invoke him?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Fri.</i> He will, be sure.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s12"> It must be shortly, then,</span></p> +<p>For his dark words have tyed my thoughts on knots<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_165" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_165"></a>165</span></p> +<p>Till he dissolve and free them.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s19"> In meane time,</span></p> +<p>Deare servant, till your powerfull voice revoke him,</p> +<p>Be sure to use the policy he advis'd;</p> +<p>Lest fury in your too quick knowledge taken</p> +<p>Of our abuse, and your defence of me,<span class="linenum">170</span></p> +<p>Accuse me more than any enemy.</p> +<p>And, father, you must on my lord impose</p> +<p>Your holiest charges, and the Churches power,</p> +<p>To temper his hot spirit, and disperse</p> +<p>The cruelty and the bloud I know his hand<span class="linenum">175</span></p> +<p>Will showre upon our heads, if you put not</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span><p>Your finger to the storme, and hold it up,</p> +<p>As my deare servant here must doe with Monsieur.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Ile sooth his plots, and strow my hate with smiles,</p> +<p>Till all at once the close mines of my heart<span class="linenum">180</span></p> +<p>Rise at full date, and rush into his bloud:</p> +<p>Ile bind his arme in silk, and rub his flesh</p> +<p>To make the veine swell, that his soule may gush</p> +<p>Into some kennell where it longs to lie;</p> +<p>And policy shall be flanckt with policy.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_185" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_185"></a>185</span></p> +<p>Yet shall the feeling Center where we meet</p> +<p>Groane with the wait of my approaching feet:</p> +<p>Ile make th'inspired threshals of his Court</p> +<p>Sweat with the weather of my horrid steps,</p> +<p>Before I enter: yet will I appeare<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_190" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_190"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_190">190</a></span></p> +<p>Like calme security before a ruine.</p> +<p>A politician must, like lightning, melt</p> +<p>The very marrow, and not taint the skin:</p> +<p>His wayes must not be seene; the superficies</p> +<p>Of the greene Center must not taste his feet,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_195" id="lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_195"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_195">195</a></span></p> +<p>When hell is plow'd up with his wounding tracts,</p> +<p>And all his harvest reap't by hellish facts. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Finis Actus Quarti.</i></p> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#Bussy_IV_ii"><i>Enter D'Ambois and Frier</i></a> and <a href="#Bussy_IV_ii">1-19</a> <i>I am . . . despaire</i>. A +omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_15" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_15"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_15">18</a> <i>th[e]</i>. Emend, ed.; B, th.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_15"><i>Tamira enters</i>.</a> A, she enters. <i>Pero, her maid</i>. Emend. +Dilke; A, her maid; B, Pero and her maid.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_20" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_20"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_20">22</a> <i>curst</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_25" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_25"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_25">25</a> After this line A has Father, followed by stage direction: +<i>Ascendit Bussy with Comolet.</i></p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_25">28-31</a> <i>Our love is knowne; . . . but he</i>. Omitted in A, which +has instead:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s4"> What insensate stocke,</span></p> +<p>Or rude inanimate vapour without fashion.</p> +</div></div> +</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_50" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_50"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_50"><i>He puts on his robes.</i></a> A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_60" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_60"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_60"><i>Thunder.</i></a> A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_75" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_75"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_75">78</a> <i>Articulat</i>. In some copies of B this is printed: +Articular.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_80" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_80"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_80">80</a> <i>one</i>. A; B, on.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_100" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_100"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_100">103</a> [<i>Fri.</i>] Emend, ed.; Qq, <i>Monsieur</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_110" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_110"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_110">113</a> <i>where you may</i>. A, wherein you.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_135" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_135"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_135"><i>Enter . . . letter</i>.</a> A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_135"><i>Mont[surry] . . . exit</i>.</a> Emend. ed.; A, <i>Exit Mont.</i>, which it +places after <i>y'faith</i> in l. 140; B, <i>Exit Mont. and stabs +Pero</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_140" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_140"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_140">143</a> <i>rather be a bitter</i>. A, be, at least, if not a.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_145" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_145"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_145">145</a> <i>To you . . . me</i>? A omits. <i>Enter servant</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_155" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_155"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_155">155</a> <i>die</i>. A, stay.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_155">156</a> <i>In</i>. A, With. <i>her</i>. Emend. Dilke; Qq, his. See <a href="#note_p159_l156">note, p. +159</a>.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_160" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_160"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_160">162</a> <i>And curb . . . policies</i>. A, And let him curb his rage with +policy.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_190" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_190"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_190">193</a> <i>taint</i>. A, print.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_195" id="lnote_Bussy_IV_ii_195"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_195">197</a> <i>by</i>. A, from.</p></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="Bussy_V_i" id="Bussy_V_i"></a><span class="smcap">Actus Quinti Scena Prima.</span></h2> + +<p class="center">[<i>A Room in Montsurry's House.</i>]</p> + + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Montsurry bare, unbrac't, pulling Tamyra in by the haire; Frier; One +bearing light, a standish, and paper, which sets a table.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tamyra.</i> O, help me, father!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Friar.</i><span class="s18"> Impious earle, forbeare;</span></p> +<p>Take violent hand from her, or, by mine order,</p> +<p>The King shall force thee.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Montsurry.</i><span class="s11"> Tis not violent;</span></p> +<p>Come you not willingly?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s15"> Yes, good my lord.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Fri.</i> My lord, remember that your soule must seek<span class="linenum">5</span></p> +<p>Her peace as well as your revengefull bloud.</p> +<p>You ever to this houre have prov'd your selfe</p> +<p>A noble, zealous, and obedient sonne</p> +<p>T'our holy mother: be not an apostate.</p> +<p>Your wives offence serves not (were it the worst<span class="linenum">10</span></p> +<p>You can imagine) without greater proofes</p> +<p>To sever your eternall bonds and hearts;</p> +<p>Much lesse to touch her with a bloudy hand.</p> +<p>Nor is it manly (much lesse husbandly)</p> +<p>To expiate any frailty in your wife<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_15" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_15"></a>15</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span><p>With churlish strokes, or beastly ods of strength.</p> +<p>The stony birth of clowds will touch no lawrell,</p> +<p>Nor any sleeper: your wife is your lawrell,</p> +<p>And sweetest sleeper; doe not touch her, then;</p> +<p>Be not more rude than the wild seed of vapour<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_20" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_20"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_i_20">20</a></span></p> +<p>To her that is more gentle than that rude;</p> +<p>In whom kind nature suffer'd one offence</p> +<p>But to set off her other excellence.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Good father, leave us: interrupt no more</p> +<p>The course I must runne for mine honour sake.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_25" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_25"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_i_25">25</a></span></p> +<p>Rely on my love to her, which her fault</p> +<p>Cannot extinguish. Will she but disclose</p> +<p>Who was the secret minister of her love,</p> +<p>And through what maze he serv'd it, we are friends.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Fri.</i> It is a damn'd work to pursue those secrets<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_30" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_30"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_i_30">30</a></span></p> +<p>That would ope more sinne, and prove springs of slaughter;</p> +<p>Nor is't a path for Christian feet to tread,</p> +<p>But out of all way to the health of soules;</p> +<p>A sinne impossible to be forgiven,</p> +<p>Which he that dares commit—</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s20"> Good father, cease your terrors.</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_35" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_35"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_i_35">35</a></span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span><p>Tempt not a man distracted; I am apt</p> +<p>To outrages that I shall ever rue:</p> +<p>I will not passe the verge that bounds a Christian,</p> +<p>Nor break the limits of a man nor husband.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Fri.</i> Then Heaven inspire you both with thoughts and deeds<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_40" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_40"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_i_40">40</a></span></p> +<p>Worthy his high respect, and your owne soules!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> Father!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Fri.</i> I warrant thee, my dearest daughter,</p> +<p>He will not touch thee; think'st thou him a pagan?</p> +<p>His honor and his soule lies for thy safety. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit.</i></span></p> +</div></div> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Who shall remove the mountaine from my brest,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_45" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_45"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_i_45">45</a></span></p> +<p>Stand [in] the opening furnace of my thoughts,</p> +<p>And set fit out-cries for a soule in hell? <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Mont[surry] turnes a key.</i></span></p> +<p>For now it nothing fits my woes to speak,</p> +<p>But thunder, or to take into my throat</p> +<p>The trump of Heaven, with whose determinate blasts<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_50" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_50"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_i_50">50</a></span></p> +<p>The windes shall burst and the devouring seas</p> +<p>Be drunk up in his sounds, that my hot woes</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span><p>(Vented enough) I might convert to vapour</p> +<p>Ascending from my infamie unseene;</p> +<p>Shorten the world, preventing the last breath<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_55" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_55"></a>55</span></p> +<p>That kils the living, and regenerates death.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> My lord, my fault (as you may censure it</p> +<p>With too strong arguments) is past your pardon.</p> +<p>But how the circumstances may excuse mee,</p> +<p>Heaven knowes, and your more temperate minde hereafter<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_60" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_60"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_i_60">60</a></span></p> +<p>May let my penitent miseries make you know.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Hereafter! tis a suppos'd infinite</p> +<p>That from this point will rise eternally.</p> +<p>Fame growes in going; in the scapes of vertue</p> +<p>Excuses damne her: they be fires in cities<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_65" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_65"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_i_65">65</a></span></p> +<p>Enrag'd with those winds that lesse lights extinguish.</p> +<p>Come syren, sing, and dash against my rocks</p> +<p>Thy ruffin gally rig'd with quench for lust:</p> +<p>Sing, and put all the nets into thy voice</p> +<p>With which thou drew'st into thy strumpets lap<span class="linenum">70</span></p> +<p>The spawne of Venus, and in which ye danc'd;</p> +<p>That, in thy laps steed, I may digge his tombe,</p> +<p>And quit his manhood with a womans sleight,</p> +<p>Who never is deceiv'd in her deceit.</p> +<p>Sing (that is, write); and then take from mine eyes<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_75" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_75"></a>75</span></p> +<p>The mists that hide the most inscrutable pander</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span><p>That ever lapt up an adulterous vomit,</p> +<p>That I may see the devill, and survive</p> +<p>To be a devill, and then learne to wive!</p> +<p>That I may hang him, and then cut him downe,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_80" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_80"></a>80</span></p> +<p>Then cut him up, and with my soules beams search</p> +<p>The cranks and cavernes of his braine, and study</p> +<p>The errant wildernesse of a womans face,</p> +<p>Where men cannot get out, for all the comets</p> +<p>That have beene lighted at it. Though they know<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_85" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_85"></a>85</span></p> +<p>That adders lie a sunning in their smiles,</p> +<p>That basilisks drink their poyson from their eyes,</p> +<p>And no way there to coast out to their hearts,</p> +<p>Yet still they wander there, and are not stay'd</p> +<p>Till they be fetter'd, nor secure before<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_90" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_90"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_i_90">90</a></span></p> +<p>All cares devoure them, nor in humane consort</p> +<p>Till they embrace within their wives two breasts</p> +<p>All Pelion and Cythæron with their beasts.—</p> +<p>Why write you not?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s11"> O, good my lord, forbeare</span></p> +<p>In wreak of great faults to engender greater,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_95" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_95"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_i_95">95</a></span></p> +<p>And make my loves corruption generate murther.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> It followes needfully as childe and parent;</p> +<p>The chaine-shot of thy lust is yet aloft,</p> +<p>And it must murther; tis thine owne deare twinne.</p> +<p>No man can adde height to a womans sinne.<span class="linenum">100</span></p> +<p>Vice never doth her just hate so provoke,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span><p>As when she rageth under vertues cloake.</p> +<p>Write! for it must be—by this ruthlesse steele,</p> +<p>By this impartiall torture, and the death</p> +<p>Thy tyrannies have invented in my entrails,<span class="linenum">105</span></p> +<p>To quicken life in dying, and hold up</p> +<p>The spirits in fainting, teaching to preserve</p> +<p>Torments in ashes that will ever last.</p> +<p>Speak: will you write?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s13"> Sweet lord, enjoyne my sinne</span></p> +<p>Some other penance than what makes it worse:<span class="linenum">110</span></p> +<p>Hide in some gloomie dungeon my loth'd face,</p> +<p>And let condemned murtherers let me downe</p> +<p>(Stopping their noses) my abhorred food:</p> +<p>Hang me in chaines, and let me eat these armes</p> +<p>That have offended: binde me face to face<span class="linenum">115</span></p> +<p>To some dead woman, taken from the cart</p> +<p>Of execution?—till death and time</p> +<p>In graines of dust dissolve me, Ile endure;</p> +<p>Or any torture that your wraths invention</p> +<p>Can fright all pitie from the world withall.<span class="linenum">120</span></p> +<p>But to betray a friend with shew of friendship,</p> +<p>That is too common for the rare revenge</p> +<p>Your rage affecteth; here then are my breasts,</p> +<p>Last night your pillowes; here my wretched armes,</p> +<p>As late the wished confines of your life:<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_125" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_125"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_i_125">125</a></span></p> +<p>Now break them, as you please, and all the bounds</p> +<p>Of manhood, noblesse, and religion.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span><p><i>Mont.</i> Where all these have bin broken, they are kept</p> +<p>In doing their justice there with any shew</p> +<p>Of the like cruell cruelty: thine armes have lost<span class="linenum">130</span></p> +<p>Their priviledge in lust, and in their torture</p> +<p>Thus they must pay it. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Stabs her.</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s13"> O lord—</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s21"> Till thou writ'st,</span></p> +<p>Ile write in wounds (my wrongs fit characters)</p> +<p>Thy right of sufferance. Write!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s19"> O kill me, kill me!</span></p> +<p>Deare husband, be not crueller than death!<span class="linenum">135</span></p> +<p>You have beheld some Gorgon: feele, O feele</p> +<p>How you are turn'd to stone. With my heart blood</p> +<p>Dissolve your selfe againe, or you will grow</p> +<p>Into the image of all tyrannie.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> As thou art of adultry; I will ever<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_140" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_140"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_i_140">140</a></span></p> +<p>Prove thee my parallel, being most a monster.</p> +<p>Thus I expresse thee yet. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Stabs her againe.</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s15"> And yet I live.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> I, for thy monstrous idoll is not done yet.</p> +<p>This toole hath wrought enough. Now, Torture, use <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Ent[er] Servants.</i></span></p> +<p>This other engine on th'habituate powers<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_145" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_145"></a>145</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span><p>Of her thrice damn'd and whorish fortitude:</p> +<p>Use the most madding paines in her that ever</p> +<p>Thy venoms sok'd through, making most of death,</p> +<p>That she may weigh her wrongs with them—and then</p> +<p>Stand, vengeance, on thy steepest rock, a victor!<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_150" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_150"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_i_150">150</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> O who is turn'd into my lord and husband?</p> +<p>Husband! my lord! None but my lord and husband!</p> +<p>Heaven, I ask thee remission of my sinnes,</p> +<p>Not of my paines: husband, O help me, husband!</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Ascendit Frier with a sword drawne.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Fri.</i> What rape of honour and religion!<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_155" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_155"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_i_155">155</a></span></p> +<p>O wrack of nature! <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Falls and dies.</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s11"> Poore man! O, my father!</span></p> +<p>Father, look up! O, let me downe, my lord,</p> +<p>And I will write.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s8"> Author of prodigies!</span></p> +<p>What new flame breakes out of the firmament</p> +<p>That turnes up counsels never knowne before?<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_160" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_160"></a>160</span></p> +<p>Now is it true, earth moves, and heaven stands still;</p> +<p>Even heaven it selfe must see and suffer ill.</p> +<p>The too huge bias of the world hath sway'd</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span><p>Her back-part upwards, and with that she braves</p> +<p>This hemisphere that long her mouth hath mockt:<span class="linenum">165</span></p> +<p>The gravity of her religious face</p> +<p>(Now growne too waighty with her sacriledge,</p> +<p>And here discern'd sophisticate enough)</p> +<p>Turnes to th'Antipodes; and all the formes</p> +<p>That her illusions have imprest in her<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_170" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_170"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_i_170">170</a></span></p> +<p>Have eaten through her back; and now all see</p> +<p>How she is riveted with hypocrisie.</p> +<p>Was this the way? was he the mean betwixt you?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> He was, he was, kind worthy man, he was.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Write, write a word or two.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s23"> I will, I will.</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_175" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_175"></a>175</span></p> +<p>Ile write, but with my bloud, that he may see</p> +<p>These lines come from my wounds & not from me. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Writes.</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Well might he die for thought: methinks the frame</p> +<p>And shaken joynts of the whole world should crack</p> +<p>To see her parts so disproportionate;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_180" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_180"></a>180</span></p> +<p>And that his generall beauty cannot stand</p> +<p>Without these staines in the particular man.</p> +<p>Why wander I so farre? here, here was she</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span><p>That was a whole world without spot to me,</p> +<p>Though now a world of spots. Oh what a lightning<span class="linenum">185</span></p> +<p>Is mans delight in women! What a bubble</p> +<p>He builds his state, fame, life on, when he marries!</p> +<p>Since all earths pleasures are so short and small,</p> +<p>The way t'enjoy it is t'abjure it all.</p> +<p>Enough! I must be messenger my selfe,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_190" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_i_190"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_i_190">190</a></span></p> +<p>Disguis'd like this strange creature. In, Ile after,</p> +<p>To see what guilty light gives this cave eyes,</p> +<p>And to the world sing new impieties.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>He puts the Frier in the vault and follows. +She raps her self in the arras.</i></p> + +<p class="stagedir"><i>Exeunt [Servants].</i></p> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#Bussy_V_i"><i>by the haire</i>.</a> A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#Bussy_V_i">1-4</a> <i>O, help . . . my lord</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_i_20" id="lnote_Bussy_V_i_20"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_20">21</a> <i>than that</i>. A, than it.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_i_25" id="lnote_Bussy_V_i_25"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_25">28</a> <i>secret</i>. A, hateful.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_i_30" id="lnote_Bussy_V_i_30"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_30">32</a> <i>tread</i>. A, touch.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_i_35" id="lnote_Bussy_V_i_35"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_35">35</a> <i>your terrors</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_35">35-6</a> <i>Good . . . distracted</i>. B punctuates:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Good father cease: your terrors<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tempt not a man distracted.<br /></span> +</div></div> +</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_i_40" id="lnote_Bussy_V_i_40"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_40">40</a> <i>Heaven</i>. A, God. <i>you</i>. A, ye.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_40">42-4</a> <i>Father . . . safety</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_i_45" id="lnote_Bussy_V_i_45"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_45">45</a> <i>brest</i>. A, heart.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_45">46</a> <i>Stand [in] the opening</i>. Emend, ed.; A, Ope the +seven-times heat; B, Stand the opening.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_45">48</a> <i>woes</i>. A, cares.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_i_50" id="lnote_Bussy_V_i_50"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_50">51</a> <i>devouring</i>. A, enraged.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_i_60" id="lnote_Bussy_V_i_60"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_60">60</a> <i>Heaven</i>. A, God.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_i_65" id="lnote_Bussy_V_i_65"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_65">68</a> <i>rig'd with quench for</i>. A, laden for thy.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_i_90" id="lnote_Bussy_V_i_90"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_90">91</a> <i>devoure</i>. A, distract. <i>consort</i>. A, state.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_i_95" id="lnote_Bussy_V_i_95"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_95">95</a> <i>faults</i>. A, sins.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_i_125" id="lnote_Bussy_V_i_125"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_125">129</a> <i>with any shew . . . cruelty</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_i_140" id="lnote_Bussy_V_i_140"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_140">140</a> <i>ever</i>. A, still.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_140">141</a> <i>parallel</i>. A, like in ill.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_140"><i>Enter Servants.</i></a> A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_i_150" id="lnote_Bussy_V_i_150"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_150"><i>with a sword drawne</i>.</a> A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_i_155" id="lnote_Bussy_V_i_155"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_155"><i>Falls and dies.</i></a> A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_i_170" id="lnote_Bussy_V_i_170"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_170">174</a> <i>worthy</i>. A, innocent.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_i_190" id="lnote_Bussy_V_i_190"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_190"><i>He . . . arras.</i></a> <i>Exeunt.</i> A omits; B places <i>He . . . arras</i> +after <i>Exeunt</i>.</p></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;">[<a name="Bussy_V_ii" id="Bussy_V_ii"></a><span class="smcap">Scena Secunda.</span></h2> + +<p class="center"><i>A Room in Montsurry's House.</i>]</p> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Enter Monsieur and Guise.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Monsieur.</i> Now shall we see that Nature hath no end</p> +<p>In her great works responsive to their worths;</p> +<p>That she, that makes so many eyes and soules</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span><p>To see and fore-see, is stark blind her selfe;</p> +<p>And as illiterate men say Latine prayers<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_5" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_5"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_ii_5">5</a></span></p> +<p>By rote of heart and dayly iteration,</p> +<p>Not knowing what they say, so Nature layes</p> +<p>A deale of stuffe together, and by use,</p> +<p>Or by the meere necessity of matter,</p> +<p>Ends such a work, fills it, or leaves it empty<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_10" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_10"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_ii_10">10</a></span></p> +<p>Of strength, or vertue, error, or cleare truth,</p> +<p>Not knowing what she does; but usually</p> +<p>Gives that which we call merit to a man,</p> +<p>And beliefe must arrive him on huge riches,</p> +<p>Honour and happinesse, that effects his ruine.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_15" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_15"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_ii_15">15</a></span></p> +<p>Even as in ships of warre whole lasts of powder</p> +<p>Are laid, me thinks, to make them last, and gard them,</p> +<p>When a disorder'd spark, that powder taking,</p> +<p>Blowes up, with sodaine violence and horror,</p> +<p>Ships that (kept empty) had sayl'd long, with terror.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_20" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_20"></a>20</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Guise.</i> He that observes but like a worldly man</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span><p>That which doth oft succeed and by th'events</p> +<p>Values the worth of things, will think it true</p> +<p>That Nature works at random, just with you:</p> +<p>But with as much proportion she may make<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_25" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_25"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_ii_25">25</a></span></p> +<p>A thing that from the feet up to the throat</p> +<p>Hath all the wondrous fabrique man should have,</p> +<p>And leave it headlesse, for a perfect man,</p> +<p>As give a full man valour, vertue, learning,</p> +<p>Without an end more excellent then those<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_30" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_30"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_ii_30">30</a></span></p> +<p>On whom she no such worthy part bestowes.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Yet shall you see it here; here will be one</p> +<p>Young, learned, valiant, vertuous, and full mann'd;</p> +<p>One on whom Nature spent so rich a hand</p> +<p>That with an ominous eye she wept to see<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_35" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_35"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_ii_35">35</a></span></p> +<p>So much consum'd her vertuous treasurie.</p> +<p>Yet as the winds sing through a hollow tree,</p> +<p>And (since it lets them passe through) let's it stand;</p> +<p>But a tree solid (since it gives no way</p> +<p>To their wild rage) they rend up by the root:<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_40" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_40"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_ii_40">40</a></span></p> +<p>So this whole man</p> +<p>(That will not wind with every crooked way</p> +<p>Trod by the servile world) shall reele and fall</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span><p>Before the frantick puffes of blind borne chance,</p> +<p>That pipes through empty men and makes them dance.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_45" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_45"></a>45</span></p> +<p>Not so the sea raves on the Libian sands,</p> +<p>Tumbling her billowes in each others neck:</p> +<p>Not so the surges of the Euxian Sea</p> +<p>(Neere to the frosty pole, where free Bootes</p> +<p>From those dark deep waves turnes his radiant teame)<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_50" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_50"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_ii_50">50</a></span></p> +<p>Swell, being enrag'd even from their inmost drop,</p> +<p>As fortune swings about the restlesse state</p> +<p>Of vertue now throwne into all mens hate.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Montsurry disguis'd, with the murtherers.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p>Away, my lord; you are perfectly disguis'd;</p> +<p>Leave us to lodge your ambush.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Montsurry.</i><span class="s16"> Speed me, vengeance!</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_55" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_55"></a>55</span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="stagedir"><i>Exit.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Resolve, my masters, you shall meet with one</p> +<p>Will try what proofes your privy coats are made on:</p> +<p>When he is entred, and you heare us stamp,</p> +<p>Approach, and make all sure.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Murderers.</i><span class="s14"> We will, my lord.</span> <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#Bussy_V_ii">1-59</a> <i>Now shall . . . we will my lord</i>. These lines are placed +in A at the beginning of Scena Quarta.]</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#Bussy_V_ii">3</a> <i>that makes</i>. A, who makes.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_ii_5" id="lnote_Bussy_V_ii_5"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_5">7</a> <i>Not knowing what they say</i>. Omitted in A, which has +instead:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In whose hot zeale a man would thinke they knew<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What they ranne so away with, and were sure<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To have rewards proportion'd to their labours;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet may implore their owne confusions<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For anything they know, which oftentimes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It fals out they incurre.<br /></span> +</div></div> +</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_5">8</a> <i>deale</i>. A, masse.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_ii_10" id="lnote_Bussy_V_ii_10"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_10">13</a> <i>we call</i>. A; B, she calls.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_10">14</a> <i>must</i>. A, should.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_ii_15" id="lnote_Bussy_V_ii_15"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_15">16</a> <i>Even</i>. A, Right.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_15">17</a> <i>me thinks</i>. men thinke. <i>gard them</i>. A; B, guard.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_ii_25" id="lnote_Bussy_V_ii_25"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_25">25</a> <i>proportion</i>. A, decorum.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_25">28</a> <i>a perfect</i>. A, an absolute.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_25">29</a> <i>full</i>. A, whole.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_ii_30" id="lnote_Bussy_V_ii_30"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_30">32</a> <i>Yet shall you</i>. A, Why you shall.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_ii_35" id="lnote_Bussy_V_ii_35"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_35">38</a> <i>let's</i>. A, let.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_ii_40" id="lnote_Bussy_V_ii_40"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_40">40</a> <i>rage</i>. A, rages.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_40">41-43</a> <i>So this . . . and fall</i>. A has instead: So this full +creature now shall reele and fall.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_40">44</a> <i>blind borne</i>. A, purblinde.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_ii_50" id="lnote_Bussy_V_ii_50"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_50"><i>Enter Montsurry . . . murtherers</i></a>, and <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_50">54-59</a>, <i>Away . . . will, +my lord</i>. Omitted in A.</p></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;">[<a name="Bussy_V_iii" id="Bussy_V_iii"></a><span class="smcap">Scena Tertia.</span></h2> + +<p class="center"><i>A Room in Bussy's House</i>.]</p> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>D'Ambois, with two Pages with tapers.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bussy.</i> Sit up to night, and watch: Ile speak with none</p> +<p>But the old Frier, who bring to me.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Pages.</i><span class="s21"> We will, sir.</span> <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> +</div></div> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> What violent heat is this? me thinks the fire</p> +<p>Of twenty lives doth on a suddaine flash</p> +<p>Through all my faculties: the ayre goes high<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_5" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_5"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iii_5">5</a></span></p> +<p>In this close chamber and the frighted earth <span class="ilstagedir"> <i>Thunder.</i></span></p> +<p>Trembles and shrinks beneath me; the whole house</p> +<p>Nods with his shaken burthen.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Umb[ra] Frier.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="s24">Blesse me, heaven!</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Umb[ra Friar].</i> Note what I want, deare sonne, and be fore-warn'd.</p> +<p>O there are bloudy deeds past and to come.<span class="linenum">10</span></p> +<p>I cannot stay; a fate doth ravish me;</p> +<p>Ile meet thee in the chamber of thy love. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit.</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span><p><i>Buss.</i> What dismall change is here! the good old Frier</p> +<p>Is murther'd, being made knowne to serve my love;</p> +<p>And now his restlesse spirit would fore-warne me<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_15" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_15"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iii_15">15</a></span></p> +<p>Of some plot dangerous, and imminent.</p> +<p>Note what he wants! He wants his upper weed,</p> +<p>He wants his life, and body: which of these</p> +<p>Should be the want he meanes, and may supply me</p> +<p>With any fit fore-warning? This strange vision,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_20" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_20"></a>20</span></p> +<p>(Together with the dark prediction</p> +<p>Us'd by the Prince of Darknesse that was rais'd</p> +<p>By this embodied shadow) stirre my thoughts</p> +<p>With reminiscion of the Spirits promise,</p> +<p>Who told me that by any invocation<span class="linenum">25</span></p> +<p>I should have power to raise him, though it wanted</p> +<p>The powerfull words and decent rites of art.</p> +<p>Never had my set braine such need of spirit</p> +<p>T'instruct and cheere it; now then I will claime</p> +<p>Performance of his free and gentle vow<span class="linenum">30</span></p> +<p>T'appeare in greater light, and make more plain</p> +<p>His rugged oracle. I long to know</p> +<p>How my deare mistresse fares, and be inform'd</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span><p>What hand she now holds on the troubled bloud</p> +<p>Of her incensed lord: me thought the Spirit<span class="linenum">35</span></p> +<p>(When he had utter'd his perplext presage)</p> +<p>Threw his chang'd countenance headlong into clouds;</p> +<p>His forehead bent, as it would hide his face,</p> +<p>He knockt his chin against his darkned breast,</p> +<p>And struck a churlish silence through his pow'rs.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_40" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_40"></a>40</span></p> +<p>Terror of darknesse! O, thou King of flames!</p> +<p>That with thy musique-footed horse dost strike</p> +<p>The cleare light out of chrystall on dark earth,</p> +<p>And hurlst instructive fire about the world,</p> +<p>Wake, wake, the drowsie and enchanted night<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_45" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_45"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iii_45">45</a></span></p> +<p>That sleepes with dead eyes in this heavy riddle!</p> +<p>Or thou great Prince of Shades, where never sunne</p> +<p>Stickes his far-darted beames, whose eyes are made</p> +<p>To shine in darknesse, and see ever best</p> +<p>Where men are blindest, open now the heart<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_50" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_50"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iii_50">50</a></span></p> +<p>Of thy abashed oracle, that, for feare</p> +<p>Of some ill it includes, would faine lie hid,</p> +<p>And rise thou with it in thy greater light!</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Thunders. Surgit Spiritus cum suis.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Behemoth.</i> Thus, to observe my vow of apparition</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span><p>In greater light, and explicate thy fate,<span class="linenum">55</span></p> +<p>I come; and tell thee that, if thou obey</p> +<p>The summons that thy mistresse next will send thee,</p> +<p>Her hand shall be thy death.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s17"> When will she send?</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Beh.</i> Soone as I set againe, where late I rose.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Is the old Frier slaine?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Beh.</i><span class="s18"> No, and yet lives not.</span> <span class="linenum">60</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Died he a naturall death?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Beh.</i><span class="s20"> He did.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s26"> Who then</span></p> +<p>Will my deare mistresse send?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Beh.</i><span class="s20"> I must not tell thee.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Who lets thee?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Beh.</i><span class="s13"> Fate.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s18"> Who are Fates ministers?</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Beh.</i> The Guise and Monsieur.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s20"> A fit paire of sheeres</span></p> +<p>To cut the threds of kings and kingly spirits,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_65" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_65"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iii_65">65</a></span></p> +<p>And consorts fit to sound forth harmony</p> +<p>Set to the fals of kingdomes. Shall the hand</p> +<p>Of my kind mistresse kill me?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Beh.</i><span class="s19"> If thou yeeld</span></p> +<p>To her next summons. Y'are faire warn'd; farewell! <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Thunders. Exit.</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> I must fare well, how ever, though I die,<span class="linenum">70</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span><p>My death consenting with his augurie.</p> +<p>Should not my powers obay when she commands,</p> +<p>My motion must be rebell to my will,</p> +<p>My will to life; if, when I have obay'd,</p> +<p>Her hand should so reward me, they must arme it,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_75" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_75"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iii_75">75</a></span></p> +<p>Binde me, or force it; or, I lay my life,</p> +<p>She rather would convert it many times</p> +<p>On her owne bosome, even to many deaths.</p> +<p>But were there danger of such violence,</p> +<p>I know 'tis farre from her intent to send:<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_80" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_80"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iii_80">80</a></span></p> +<p>And who she should send is as farre from thought,</p> +<p>Since he is dead whose only mean she us'd. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Knocks.</i></span></p> +<p>Whose there? Look to the dore, and let him in,</p> +<p>Though politick Monsieur, or the violent Guise.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Montsurry like the Frier, with a letter written in bloud.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Haile to my worthy sonne!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s21"> O lying Spirit,</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_85" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_85"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iii_85">85</a></span></p> +<p>To say the Frier was dead! Ile now beleeve</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span><p>Nothing of all his forg'd predictions.</p> +<p>My kinde and honour'd father, well reviv'd!</p> +<p>I have beene frighted with your death and mine,</p> +<p>And told my mistresse hand should be my death,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_90" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_90"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iii_90">90</a></span></p> +<p>If I obeyed this summons.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s15"> I beleev'd</span></p> +<p>Your love had bin much clearer then to give</p> +<p>Any such doubt a thought, for she is cleare,</p> +<p>And having freed her husbands jealousie</p> +<p>(Of which her much abus'd hand here is witnesse)<span class="linenum">95</span></p> +<p>She prayes, for urgent cause, your instant presence.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Why, then, your Prince of Spirits may be call'd</p> +<p>The Prince of lyers.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s11"> Holy Writ so calls him.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> What! writ in bloud!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s15"> I, 'tis the ink of lovers.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> O, 'tis a sacred witnesse of her love.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_100" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_100"></a>100</span></p> +<p>So much elixer of her bloud as this,</p> +<p>Dropt in the lightest dame, would make her firme</p> +<p>As heat to fire; and, like to all the signes,</p> +<p>Commands the life confinde in all my veines.</p> +<p>O, how it multiplies my bloud with spirit,<span class="linenum">105</span></p> +<p>And makes me apt t'encounter death and hell.</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span><p>But come, kinde father; you fetch me to heaven,</p> +<p>And to that end your holy weed was given. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#Bussy_V_iii"><i>with tapers</i>.</a> A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iii_5" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iii_5"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_5"><i>Thunder.</i></a> A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_5">8</a> <i>Nods</i>. A, Crackes.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_5"><i>Enter . . . Frier</i>.</a> Placed after <i>heaven</i> in Qq.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_5">9</a> <i>deare</i>. A, my.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iii_15" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iii_15"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_15">15-16</a> <i>and now . . . imminent</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_15">17</a> <i>upper</i>. A, utmost.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iii_45" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iii_45"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_45">49</a> <i>shine</i>. A, see.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iii_50" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iii_50"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_50">50</a> <i>men are</i>. A, sense is.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_50"><i>Thunders</i></a> A omits</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iii_65" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iii_65"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_65"><i>Thunders.</i></a> A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iii_75" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iii_75"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_75">76</a> <i>or</i>. A, and.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iii_80" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iii_80"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_80"><i>with a letter written in bloud</i>.</a> A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iii_85" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iii_85"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_85">85-98</a> <i>O lying Spirit . . . calls him</i>. Omitted in A, which has +instead:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> O lying Spirit: welcome, loved father,</p> +<p>How fares my dearest mistresse?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s21"> Well as ever,</span></p> +<p>Being well as ever thought on by her lord:</p> +<p>Wherof she sends this witnesse in her hand,</p> +<p>And praies, for urgent cause, your speediest presence.</p> +</div></div> +</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iii_90" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iii_90"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_90">91-92</a> <i>I beleeved . . . give</i>. One line in B.</p></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;">[<a name="Bussy_V_iv" id="Bussy_V_iv"></a><span class="smcap">Scena Quarta.</span></h2> + +<p class="center"><i>A Room in Montsurry's House.</i>]</p> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Thunder. Intrat Umbra Frier and discovers Tamyra.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>[Umbra] Friar.</i> Up with these stupid thoughts, still loved daughter,</p> +<p>And strike away this heartlesse trance of anguish:</p> +<p>Be like the sunne, and labour in eclipses.</p> +<p>Look to the end of woes: oh, can you sit</p> +<p>Mustering the horrors of your servants slaughter<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_5" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_5"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iv_5">5</a></span></p> +<p>Before your contemplation, and not study</p> +<p>How to prevent it? Watch when he shall rise,</p> +<p>And, with a suddaine out-crie of his murther,</p> +<p>Blow his retreat before he be revenged.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tamyra.</i> O father, have my dumb woes wak'd your death?<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_10" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_10"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iv_10">10</a></span></p> +<p>When will our humane griefes be at their height?</p> +<p>Man is a tree that hath no top in cares,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span><p>No root in comforts; all his power to live</p> +<p>Is given to no end but t'have power to grieve.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Umb. Fri.</i> It is the misery of our creation.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_15" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_15"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iv_15">15</a></span></p> +<p>Your true friend,</p> +<p>Led by your husband, shadowed in my weed,</p> +<p>Now enters the dark vault.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s17"> But, my dearest father,</span></p> +<p>Why will not you appeare to him your selfe,</p> +<p>And see that none of these deceits annoy him?<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_20" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_20"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iv_20">20</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Umb. Fri.</i> My power is limited; alas! I cannot;</p> +<p>All that I can doe—See! the cave opens. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>D'Amboys at the gulfe.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> Away (my love) away! thou wilt be murther'd.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Monsieur and Guise above.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bussy.</i> Murther'd! I know not what that Hebrew means:</p> +<p>That word had ne're bin nam'd had all bin D'Ambois.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_25" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_25"></a>25</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span><p>Murther'd! By heaven, he is my murtherer</p> +<p>That shewes me not a murtherer: what such bugge</p> +<p>Abhorreth not the very sleepe of D'Amboys?</p> +<p>Murther'd! Who dares give all the room I see</p> +<p>To D'Ambois reach? or look with any odds<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_30" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_30"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iv_30">30</a></span></p> +<p>His fight i'th' face, upon whose hand sits death,</p> +<p>Whose sword hath wings, and every feather pierceth?</p> +<p>If I scape Monsieurs pothecarie shops,</p> +<p>Foutir for Guises shambles! 'Twas ill plotted;</p> +<p>They should have mall'd me here<span class="linenum">35</span></p> +<p>When I was rising. I am up and ready.</p> +<p>Let in my politique visitants, let them in,</p> +<p>Though entring like so many moving armours.</p> +<p>Fate is more strong than arms and slie than treason,</p> +<p>And I at all parts buckl'd in my fate.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_40" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_40"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iv_40">40</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> }</p> +<p><i>Guise.</i> } Why enter not the coward villains?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Dare they not come?</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Murtherers, with [Umbra] Frier at the other dore.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s17"> They come.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>First Murderer.</i><span class="s19"> Come, all at once!</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span><p><i>[Umbra] Friar.</i> Back, coward murtherers, back!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Omnes.</i><span class="s33"> Defend us heaven!</span> <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt all but the first.</i></span></p> +</div></div> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>First Murd.</i> Come ye not on?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s19"> No, slave! nor goest thou off.</span></p> +<p>Stand you so firme?</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center">[<i>Strikes at him with his sword.</i>]</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="s16">Will it not enter here?</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_45" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_45"></a>45</span></p> +<p>You have a face yet. So! in thy lifes flame</p> +<p>I burne the first rites to my mistresse fame.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Umb. Fri.</i> Breath thee, brave sonne, against the other charge.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> O is it true, then, that my sense first told me?</p> +<p>Is my kind father dead?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s14"> He is, my love;</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_50" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_50"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iv_50">50</a></span></p> +<p>'Twas the Earle, my husband, in his weed that brought thee.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> That was a speeding sleight, and well resembled.</p> +<p>Where is that angry Earle? My lord! come forth,</p> +<p>And shew your owne face in your owne affaire;</p> +<p>Take not into your noble veines the blood<span class="linenum">55</span></p> +<p>Of these base villaines, nor the light reports</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span><p>Of blister'd tongues for cleare and weighty truth:</p> +<p>But me against the world, in pure defence</p> +<p>Of your rare lady, to whose spotlesse name</p> +<p>I stand here as a bulwark, and project<span class="linenum">60</span></p> +<p>A life to her renowne that ever yet</p> +<p>Hath been untainted, even in envies eye,</p> +<p>And, where it would protect, a sanctuarie.</p> +<p>Brave Earle, come forth, and keep your scandall in!</p> +<p>'Tis not our fault, if you enforce the spot;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_65" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_65"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iv_65">65</a></span></p> +<p>Nor the wreak yours, if you performe it not.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Mont[surry] with all the murtherers.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Montsurry.</i> Cowards! a fiend or spirit beat ye off!</p> +<p>They are your owne faint spirits that have forg'd</p> +<p>The fearefull shadowes that your eyes deluded:</p> +<p>The fiend was in you; cast him out, then, thus!<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_70" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_70"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iv_70">70</a></span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center">[<i>Montsurry fights with D'Ambois.</i>] <i>D'Ambois hath Montsurry downe.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> Favour my lord, my love, O, favour him!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> I will not touch him. Take your life, my lord,</p> +<p>And be appeas'd. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Pistolls shot within.</i></span></p> +<p><span class="s14">O then the coward Fates</span></p> +<p>Have maim'd themselves, and ever lost their honour!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span><p><i>Umb. Fri.</i> What have ye done, slaves! irreligious lord!<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_75" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_75"></a>75</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i> Forbeare them, father; 'tis enough for me</p> +<p>That Guise and Monsieur, death and destinie,</p> +<p>Come behind D'Ambois. Is my body, then,</p> +<p>But penetrable flesh, and must my mind</p> +<p>Follow my blood? Can my divine part adde<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_80" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_80"></a>80</span></p> +<p>No ayd to th'earthly in extremity?</p> +<p>Then these divines are but for forme, not fact;</p> +<p>Man is of two sweet courtly friends compact,</p> +<p>A mistresse and a servant. Let my death</p> +<p>Define life nothing but a courtiers breath.<span class="linenum">85</span></p> +<p>Nothing is made of nought, of all things made</p> +<p>Their abstract being a dreame but of a shade.</p> +<p>Ile not complaine to earth yet, but to heaven,</p> +<p>And (like a man) look upwards even in death.</p> +<p>And if Vespasian thought in majestie<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_90" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_90"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iv_90">90</a></span></p> +<p>An Emperour might die standing, why not I? <span class="ilstagedir"><i>She offers to help him.</i></span></p> +<p>Nay, without help, in which I will exceed him;</p> +<p>For he died splinted with his chamber groomes.</p> +<p>Prop me, true sword, as thou hast ever done!</p> +<p>The equall thought I beare of life and death<span class="linenum">95</span></p> +<p>Shall make me faint on no side; I am up.</p> +<p>Here, like a Roman statue, I will stand</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span><p>Till death hath made me marble. O my fame</p> +<p>Live in despight of murther! take thy wings</p> +<p>And haste thee where the gray-ey'd morn perfumes<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_100" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_100"></a>100</span></p> +<p>Her rosie chariot with Sabæan spices!</p> +<p>Fly where the evening from th'Iberean vales</p> +<p>Takes on her swarthy shoulders Heccate</p> +<p>Crown'd with a grove of oakes! flie where men feele</p> +<p>The burning axeltree; and those that suffer<span class="linenum">105</span></p> +<p>Beneath the chariot of the snowy Beare:</p> +<p>And tell them all that D'Ambois now is hasting</p> +<p>To the eternall dwellers; that a thunder</p> +<p>Of all their sighes together (for their frailties</p> +<p>Beheld in me) may quit my worthlesse fall<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_110" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_110"></a>110</span></p> +<p>With a fit volley for my funerall.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Umb. Fri.</i> Forgive thy murtherers.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s22"> I forgive them all;</span></p> +<p>And you, my lord, their fautor; for true signe</p> +<p>Of which unfain'd remission, take my sword;</p> +<p>Take it, and onely give it motion,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_115" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_115"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iv_115">115</a></span></p> +<p>And it shall finde the way to victory</p> +<p>By his owne brightnesse, and th'inherent valour</p> +<p>My fight hath still'd into't with charmes of spirit.</p> +<p>Now let me pray you that my weighty bloud,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span><p>Laid in one scale of your impertiall spleene,<span class="linenum">120</span></p> +<p>May sway the forfeit of my worthy love</p> +<p>Waid in the other: and be reconcil'd</p> +<p>With all forgivenesse to your matchlesse wife.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> Forgive thou me, deare servant, and this hand</p> +<p>That lead thy life to this unworthy end;<span class="linenum">125</span></p> +<p>Forgive it for the bloud with which 'tis stain'd,</p> +<p>In which I writ the summons of thy death—</p> +<p>The forced summons—by this bleeding wound,</p> +<p>By this here in my bosome, and by this</p> +<p>That makes me hold up both my hands embrew'd<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_130" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_130"></a>130</span></p> +<p>For thy deare pardon.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Buss.</i><span class="s13"> O, my heart is broken.</span></p> +<p>Fate nor these murtherers, Monsieur nor the Guise,</p> +<p>Have any glory in my death, but this,</p> +<p>This killing spectacle, this prodigie.</p> +<p>My sunne is turn'd to blood, in whose red beams<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_135" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_135"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iv_135">135</a></span></p> +<p>Pindus and Ossa (hid in drifts of snow</p> +<p>Laid on my heart and liver), from their veines</p> +<p>Melt, like two hungry torrents eating rocks,</p> +<p>Into the ocean of all humane life,</p> +<p>And make it bitter, only with my bloud.<span class="linenum">140</span></p> +<p>O fraile condition of strength, valour, vertue</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span><p>In me (like warning fire upon the top</p> +<p>Of some steepe beacon, on a steeper hill)</p> +<p>Made to expresse it: like a falling starre</p> +<p>Silently glanc't, that like a thunderbolt<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_145" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_145"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iv_145">145</a></span></p> +<p>Look't to have struck, and shook the firmament! <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Moritur.</i></span></p> +</div></div> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Umb. Fri.</i> Farewell! brave reliques of a compleat man,</p> +<p>Look up, and see thy spirit made a starre.</p> +<p>Joine flames with Hercules, and when thou set'st</p> +<p>Thy radiant forehead in the firmament,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_150" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_150"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iv_150">150</a></span></p> +<p>Make the vast chrystall crack with thy receipt;</p> +<p>Spread to a world of fire, and the aged skie</p> +<p>Cheere with new sparks of old humanity.</p> +<p>[<i>To Montsurry.</i>] Son of the earth, whom my unrested soule</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span><p>Rues t'have begotten in the faith of heaven,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_155" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_155"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iv_155">155</a></span></p> +<p>Assay to gratulate and pacifie</p> +<p>The soule fled from this worthy by performing</p> +<p>The Christian reconcilement he besought</p> +<p>Betwixt thee and thy lady; let her wounds,</p> +<p>Manlessly digg'd in her, be eas'd and cur'd<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_160" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_160"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iv_160">160</a></span></p> +<p>With balme of thine owne teares; or be assur'd</p> +<p>Never to rest free from my haunt and horror.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> See how she merits this, still kneeling by,</p> +<p>And mourning his fall, more than her own fault!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Umb. Fri.</i> Remove, deare daughter, and content thy husband:<span class="linenum">165</span></p> +<p>So piety wills thee, and thy servants peace.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> O wretched piety, that art so distract</p> +<p>In thine owne constancie, and in thy right</p> +<p>Must be unrighteous. If I right my friend,</p> +<p>I wrong my husband; if his wrong I shunne,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_170" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_170"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iv_170">170</a></span></p> +<p>The duty of my friend I leave undone.</p> +<p>Ill playes on both sides; here and there it riseth;</p> +<p>No place, no good, so good, but ill compriseth.</p> +<p>O had I never married but for forme;</p> +<p>Never vow'd faith but purpos'd to deceive;<span class="linenum">175</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span><p>Never made conscience of any sinne,</p> +<p>But clok't it privately and made it common;</p> +<p>Nor never honour'd beene in bloud or mind;</p> +<p>Happy had I beene then, as others are</p> +<p>Of the like licence; I had then beene honour'd,<span class="linenum">180</span></p> +<p>Liv'd without envie; custome had benumb'd</p> +<p>All sense of scruple and all note of frailty;</p> +<p>My fame had beene untouch'd, my heart unbroken:</p> +<p>But (shunning all) I strike on all offence.</p> +<p>O husband! deare friend! O my conscience!<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_185" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_185"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iv_185">185</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Come, let's away; my sences are not proofe</p> +<p>Against those plaints.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Exeunt Guise, Mon[sieur above]. D'Ambois is borne off.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> I must not yeeld to pity, nor to love</p> +<p>So servile and so trayterous: cease, my bloud,</p> +<p>To wrastle with my honour, fame, and judgement.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_190" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_190"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iv_190">190</a></span></p> +<p>Away! forsake my house; forbeare complaints</p> +<p>Where thou hast bred them: here all things [are] full</p> +<p>Of their owne shame and sorrow—leave my house.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> Sweet lord, forgive me, and I will be gone;</p> +<p>And till these wounds (that never balme shall close<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_195" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_195"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iv_195">195</a></span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span><p>Till death hath enterd at them, so I love them,</p> +<p>Being opened by your hands) by death be cur'd,</p> +<p>I never more will grieve you with my sight;</p> +<p>Never endure that any roofe shall part</p> +<p>Mine eyes and heaven; but to the open deserts<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_200" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_200"></a><a href="#lnote_Bussy_V_iv_200">200</a></span></p> +<p>(Like to a hunted tygres) I will flie,</p> +<p>Eating my heart, shunning the steps of men,</p> +<p>And look on no side till I be arriv'd.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> I doe forgive thee, and upon my knees</p> +<p>(With hands held up to heaven) wish that mine honour<span class="linenum">205</span></p> +<p>Would suffer reconcilement to my love:</p> +<p>But, since it will not, honour never serve</p> +<p>My love with flourishing object, till it sterve!</p> +<p>And as this taper, though it upwards look,</p> +<p>Downwards must needs consume, so let our love!<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_210" id="lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_210"></a>210</span></p> +<p>As, having lost his hony, the sweet taste</p> +<p>Runnes into savour, and will needs retaine</p> +<p>A spice of his first parents, till (like life)</p> +<p>It sees and dies, so let our love! and, lastly,</p> +<p>As when the flame is suffer'd to look up<span class="linenum">215</span></p> +<p>It keepes his luster, but being thus turn'd downe</p> +<p>(His naturall course of usefull light inverted)</p> +<p>His owne stuffe puts it out, so let our love!</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span><p>Now turne from me, as here I turne from thee;</p> +<p>And may both points of heavens strait axeltree<span class="linenum">220</span></p> +<p>Conjoyne in one, before thy selfe and me! <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt severally.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Finis Actus Quinti & Ultimi.</i></p> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#Bussy_V_iv"><i>Thunder . . . Tamyra</i>.</a> A has: <i>Intrat umbra Comolet to the +Countesse, wrapt in a canapie.</i></p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#Bussy_V_iv">1-6</a> <i>Up . . . not study</i>. Omitted in A, which has instead:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Revive those stupid thoughts, and sit not thus,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gathering the horrors of your servants slaughter<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(So urg'd by your hand, and so imminent)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into an idle fancie; but devise.<br /></span> +</div></div> +</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_5" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_5"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_5">9</a> <i>revenged</i>. A, engaged.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_10" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_10"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_10">14</a> <i>t'have</i>. A; B, have.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_15" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_15"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_15">15-22</a> <i>It is . . . opens</i>. Omitted in A, which has instead:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Umb.</i> Tis the just curse of our abus'd creation,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which wee must suffer heere, and scape heereafter:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He hath the great mind that submits to all<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He sees inevitable; he the small<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That carps at earth, and her foundation shaker,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And rather than himselfe, will mend his maker.<br /></span> +</div></div> +</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_15">16</a> <i>Your . . . friend</i>. In B ends preceding line.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_20" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_20"></a><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_20"><i>Enter . . . above</i>.</a> A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_30" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_30"></a><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_30">30</a> <i>To</i>. Some copies of B have T.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_30">33-36</a> <i>If I . . . and ready</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_40" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_40"></a><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_40">41</a> <i>Why . . . villains</i>? A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_40"><i>Enter . . . dore</i>.</a> A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_40"><i>all but the first</i>.</a> A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_50" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_50"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_50">53</a> Qq punctuate wrongly:—<i>Where is that angry Earle my lord? +Come forth.</i></p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_65" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_65"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_65"><i>all the murtherers</i>.</a> A, others.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_70" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_70"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_70"><i>D'Ambois . . . downe</i>.</a> A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_70"><i>Pistolls shot within.</i></a> Inserted before 72 in B; A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_90" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_90"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_90">90-93</a> <i>And if . . . groomes</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_90"><i>She offers to help him.</i></a> Inserted before 95 in B. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_115" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_115"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_115">119</a> <i>Now</i>. A, And.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_135" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_135"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_135">135</a> <i>in</i>. A, gainst.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_135">136</a> <i>drifts of</i>. A, endless.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_145" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_145"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_145">146</a> <i>struck</i>. Emend. ed.; Qq, stuck.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_145"><i>Moritur</i>.</a> A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_145">147-153</a> <i>Farewell . . . humanity</i>. These lines are placed by A +at the close of the Scene, and are preceded by three lines +which B omits:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My terrors are strook inward, and no more<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My pennance will allow they shall enforce<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Earthly afflictions but upon my selfe.<br /></span> +</div></div> +</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_145">147</a> <i>reliques</i>. A, relicts.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_145">149</a> <i>Joine flames with Hercules</i>. So in A; B, Jove flames with +her rules.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_150" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_150"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_150">151</a> <i>chrystall</i>. A, continent.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_150">154</a> <i>Son . . . soule</i>. Before this line B has <i>Frier</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_155" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_155"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_155">155</a> <i>Rues . . . heaven</i>. After this line A inserts:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Since thy revengefull spirit hath rejected<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The charitie it commands, and the remission<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To serve and worship the blind rage of bloud.<br /></span> +</div></div> +</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_160" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_160"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_160">163</a> <i>kneeling</i>. A, sitting.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_170" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_170"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_170">173</a> <i>No place . . . compriseth</i>. After this line A inserts:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My soule more scruple breeds than my bloud sinne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vertue imposeth more than any stepdame.<br /></span> +</div></div> +</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_185" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_185"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_185">186-187</a> <i>Come . . . plaints</i>. A omits.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_190" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_190"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_190">192</a> [<i>are</i>]. Added by Dilke; Qq omit.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_195" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_195"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_195">196</a> <i>enterd</i>. A; B, enterr'd.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_200" id="lnote_Bussy_V_iv_200"></a><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_200">201</a> <i>a</i>. A omits.</p></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="Bussy_Epilogue" id="Bussy_Epilogue"></a>EPILOGUE</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p>With many hands you have seene D'Ambois slaine;</p> +<p>Yet by your grace he may revive againe,</p> +<p>And every day grow stronger in his skill</p> +<p>To please, as we presume he is in will.</p> +<p>The best deserving actors of the time<span class="linenum">5</span></p> +<p>Had their ascents, and by degrees did clime</p> +<p>To their full height, a place to studie due.</p> +<p>To make him tread in their path lies in you;</p> +<p>Hee'le not forget his makers, but still prove</p> +<p>His thankfulnesse, as you encrease your love.<span class="linenum">10</span></p> +</div></div> + + +<p class="sectctr"><i>FINIS.</i></p> + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /> +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#Bussy_Epilogue"><i>Epilogue</i></a> Not found in A.</p></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="Bussy_Notes" id="Bussy_Notes"></a>Notes To Bussy D'Ambois</h2> + +<p class="center"><i>For the meaning of single words see the Glossary.</i></p> + + +<p><a href="#Bussy_Prologue"><b>Prologue.</b></a> The allusions in these lines can be only partially explained. +The play had evidently been performed, not long before 1641, by a +company which had not possessed original acting rights in it. The +performance had been successful (cf. ll. 3-4 "the grace of late It did +receive"), and the "King's men," while not claiming a monopoly in it, +nor seeking to detract from their rivals' merits, felt bound to revive +the play on their own account, lest they should seem to be letting their +claim go by default. It is possible that in ll. 11-12, they refer to a +performance that in vindication of this claim they had given at Court, +while, as further evidence of their priority of interest, they remind +the audience of the actors belonging to the company who had appeared in +the title-rôle. Nathaniel Field (l. 15), born in 1587, had as a boy been +one of the "Children of the Queen's Revels," and had performed in +Jonson's <i>Cynthia's Revels</i>, 1600, and <i>Poetaster</i>, 1601. He seems to +have joined the King's players soon after 1614, and his name appears in +the list of "the principall actors in all these playes" prefixed to the +first Shakespearean Folio of 1623. Not long after this period, Field, +who by his <i>Woman is a Weathercock</i> (1612) and his <i>Amends for Ladies</i> +(1618) had made a reputation as a dramatist as well as an actor, is +believed to have retired from the stage, though he lived till 1633. If, +however, he did not appear as Bussy till after 1614, when the play had +already been at least seven years, perhaps considerably longer, on the +boards, it can scarcely be said with truth that his "action first did +give it name" (l. 16). His successor in the part, whom the "gray beard" +(l. 18) of advancing years had now disqualified, cannot be identified; +but the "third man" (l. 21) is probably Ilyard Swanston, who, according +to Fleay (<i>Biog. Chron. of Drama</i>, vol. <span class="smcap">i</span>, p. 60), was one of the +"King's men" from 1625 to 1642. His <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span>impersonation of Bussy is +favourably referred to by Edmund Gayton in his <i>Festivous Notes upon Don +Quixote</i> (1654), p. 25 and his previous rôle of "Richard" (l. 23) may +have been that of Ricardo in Massinger's <i>Picture</i>, which he had played +in 1629 (cf. Phelps, <i>Geo. Chap.</i> p. 125). The earlier editors thought +that Charles Hart was here alluded to, but Wright in his <i>Historia +Histrionica</i> states it was the part of the Duchess in Shirley's +<i>Cardinal</i>, licensed 1641, that first gave him any reputation. Hence he +cannot at this date have performed Bussy; his fame in the part was made +after the Restoration (cf. Introduction, <a href="#Page_xxv">p. xxv</a>).</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_5"><b>5-6</b></a>, <a href="#Bussy_I_i">1-33</a>. <b>Fortune . . . port.</b> This opening speech of Bussy illustrates +the difficult compression of Chapman's style and the diversion of his +thought from strictly logical sequence by his excessive use of simile. +He begins (ll. 1-4) by emphasising the paradoxical character of human +affairs, in which only those escape poverty who are abnormal, while it +is among the necessitous that worthily typical representatives of the +race must be sought. The former class, under the designation of "great +men," are then (after a parenthetical comparison with cedars waxing +amidst tempests) likened to statuaries who are satisfied if the exterior +of the Colossus they are creating is sufficiently imposing; they are +then (by an awkward transition of the imagery) likened to the statues +themselves (l. 15) "heroique" in form but "morter, flint, and lead" +within. Chapman's meaning is here obvious enough, but it is a singular +canon of æsthetics that estimates the worth of a statue by the materials +out of which it is made. In l. 18 a new thought is started, that of the +transitoriness of life, and the perishable nature of its gifts, and as +the ocean-voyager needs a stay-at-home pilot to steer him safely into +port, so the adventurer in "the waves of glassie glory" (ll. 29-30) is +bidden look to "vertue" for guidance to his desired haven—not exactly +the conclusion to be expected from the opening lines of the speech.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_6"><b>6</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_20">23</a>. <b>To put a girdle . . . world.</b> The editors all compare <i>Mid. Night's +Dream</i>, <span class="smcap">i</span>, 1, 175, which Chapman probably had in mind.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_7"><b>7</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_30">34</a>. <b>in numerous state.</b> A play of words, apparently, on two senses of +the phrase: (1) the series of numbers, (2) a populous kingdom.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span><a href="#Page_8"><b>8</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_55">59</a>. <b>gurmundist.</b> The <i>N. E. D.</i> quotes no other example of the form +"gurmundist" for "gurmond" = "gourmand."</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_9"><b>9</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_85">86-87</a>. <b>set my looks In an eternall brake:</b> keep my countenance +perpetually immoveable. A "brake" is a piece of framework for holding +something steady.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_15"><b>15</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_185">187</a>. <b>I am a poet.</b> This is historically true. A poem of some length, +<i>Stances faictes par M. de Bussy</i>, is quoted by Joubert in his <i>Bussy +D'Amboise</i>, pp. 205-09.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_15"><b>15</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_190">194-95</a>. <b>chaine And velvet jacket:</b> the symbols of a steward's office.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_16"><b>16</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_i_205">207</a>. <b>his woodden dagger.</b> The Elizabethan jester carried the wooden +dagger or sword, which was often one of the properties of the "Vice" in +the later Moralities and the Interludes.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_17"><b>17</b></a>, <a href="#Bussy_II_ii"><b>Pyra.</b></a> Though this character is mentioned here and elsewhere among +the <i>Dramatis Personæ</i>, she takes no part in the dialogue.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_17"><b>17</b></a>, <a href="#Bussy_II_ii">2</a>. <i>that English virgin:</i> apparently Annable, who is the Duchess of +Guise's lady-in-waiting (cf. <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_230"><span class="smcap">iii</span>, 2, 234-40</a>).</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_18"><b>18</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_15">15</a>. <b>what's that to:</b> what has that to do with.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_18"><b>18</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_15">16-27</a>. <b>Assure you . . . confusion to it.</b> With this encomium on +Elizabeth and her Court compare Crequi's account of Byron's compliments +to the Queen (<i>Byron's Conspiracie</i>, <span class="smcap">iv</span>, 1).</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_19"><b>19</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_35">36</a>. <b>Which we must not affect:</b> which change, however, we must not +desire to take place.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_19"><b>19</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_35">39-43</a>. <b>No question . . . as they.</b> The travelled Englishman's +affectation of foreign attire is a stock theme of Elizabethan satire. +Cf. (e. g.) <i>Merch. of Ven.</i> <span class="smcap">i</span>, 2, 78-81.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_19"><b>19</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_40">44</a>. <b>travell.</b> A pun on the two senses, (1) journey, (2) labour, the +latter of which is now distinguished by the spelling "travail."</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_21"><b>21</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_85">85</a>. <b>Tis leape yeare.</b> F. G. Fleay (<i>Biog. Chron.</i> <span class="smcap">i</span>, 59) considers +that this refers "to the date of production, as Bussy's introduction at +Court was in 1569, not a Leap Year," and that it "fixes the time of +representation to 1604." See <a href="#Introduction"><i>Introduction</i></a>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_22"><b>22</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_110">110</a>. <b>the groome-porters.</b> Chapman here transfers to the French Court +an official peculiar to the English Royal <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span>Household till his abolition +under George III. The function of the groom-porter was to furnish cards +and dice for all gaming at Court, and to decide disputes arising at +play.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_23"><b>23</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_120">123</a>. <b>the guiserd.</b> The play on words here is not clear; "guiserd" may +be a variant of "gizzard," in which case it would mean the Duke's +throat. This is more probable than a "jingling allusion . . . to +goose-herd or gozzard," which Dilke suggests.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_23"><b>23</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_120">124</a>. <b>are you blind of that side:</b> unguarded and assailable in that +direction.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_23"><b>23</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_130">130</a>. <b>Accius Nævius:</b> the augur who cut a whetstone in pieces in +presence of Tarquinius Priscus.</p> + +<p><a name="note_p23_l133" id="note_p23_l133"></a><a href="#Page_23"><b>23</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_130">133</a>. <b>mate:</b> either <i>match</i> or <i>put down</i>, <i>overcome</i>. The latter +sense is more probable, with a punning allusion to the use of the word +in chess, at which Guise seems to be engaged with the King. Cf. <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_180">l. 184</a>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_23"><b>23</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_135">135-36</a>. <b>of the new edition:</b> of the recent creation. An allusion to +the lavish creation of knights by James, shortly after his accession.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_24"><b>24</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_140">141-42</a>. <b>y'ave cut too many throats.</b> An allusion to Guise's share in +the Massacre of St. Bartholomew. Contrast the references to the episode +in <i>The Revenge</i>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_II_i_195"><span class="smcap">ii</span>, 1, 198-234</a>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_24"><b>24</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_145">149</a>. <b>the Knights ward.</b> Dilke thought that the allusion here was to +the "poor knights of Windsor," but it really refers to a part of the +"Counter" prison in London. Cf. <i>Eastward Hoe</i>, <span class="smcap">v</span>, 2, 54, where Wolf +says of Sir Petronel Flash, "The knight will i' the Knights-Ward, doe +what we can, sir." (See Schelling's note.)</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_24"><b>24</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_160">163-64</a>. <b>out a th' presence:</b> outside the presence of the Sovereign.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_25"><b>25</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_165">168</a>. <b>like a rush.</b> An allusion to the custom, still prevalent in +Chapman's time, of strewing floors with rushes.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_25"><b>25</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_175">178-79</a>. <b>of the place The divers frames.</b> An obscure expression, which +may mean: the varied character in different places of the bed of the +sea.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_25"><b>25</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_180">180-83</a>. <b>Bristled . . . fome.</b> The imagery in these lines also presents +difficulty. D'Ambois's heart is likened to the sea, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span>which, once swollen +into billows, will not sink into its original calm till it is overspread +by the crown or sheet of foam which the waves, after their subsidence, +leave behind.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_25"><b>25</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_180">184</a>. <b>You have the mate.</b> Cf. textual note on <a href="#note_B_I_i_153"><span class="smcap">i</span>, 1, 153</a>, and <a href="#note_p23_l133">note on +<b>23</b>, 133</a>, p. 148.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_26"><b>26</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_205">208</a>. <b>a blanquet.</b> To toss D'Ambois in, as is plain from l. 212.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_26"><b>26</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_210">211</a>. <b>carrie it cleane:</b> comes off easily superior.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_27"><b>27</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_235">237-38</a>. <b>Your descants . . . this ground.</b> There is a complicated play +on words here. <i>Descant</i> in music is the melodious accompaniment to a +simple theme, the <i>plainsong</i> or <i>ground</i>. Hence arises the derived +meaning, <i>a variation on any theme</i>, <i>a comment</i>, often of a censorious +kind. This, as well as the original meaning, is implied here, while +<i>ground</i> has, of course, its usual as well as its technical sense.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_28"><b>28</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_240">243-44</a>. <b>Ile be your ghost to haunt you.</b> May this be an early +reference to Banquo's ghost? <i>Macbeth</i> was probably produced in 1606, +the year before <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i> was printed.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_28"><b>28</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_260">261</a>. <b>musk-cats:</b> <i>civet-cats</i>, and hence, <i>scented persons</i>, <i>fops</i>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_28"><b>28</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_260">262</a>. <b>this priviledge.</b> The royal presence-chamber, though the King +has left it, is still regarded as inviolable.</p> + +<p><a name="note_p29_stagedir" id="note_p29_stagedir"></a><a href="#Page_29"><b>29</b></a>. <b><a href="#Bussy_II_i">Henry, Guise, Montsurry and Attendants.</a></b> The Qq of 1607 and 1608, +instead of <i>Montsurry and Attendants</i>, read <i>Beaumond, Nuncius</i>. +<i>Nuncius</i> is a mistake, as he does not enter till after l. 24. +<i>Beaumond</i> is evidently a courtier, who speaks ll. 105-107 (<i>Such a life +. . . of men</i>), and who goes out with the King after l. 206. In 1641 and +later Qq it was apparently thought desirable to leave out this +"single-speech" character and transfer his words to Montsurry; but by an +oversight <i>Beau.</i> was left prefixed to the second half of l. 105, and +the S. D., <i>Exit Rex cum Beau.</i>, was retained after l. 206. The editor +has therefore substituted <i>Mont.</i> for <i>Beau.</i> in either case. Montsurry +being thus present at the pardon of Bussy, the 1641 and later Qq leave +out ll. 1-50 of the next Scene wherein <i>inter alia</i> Montsurry speaks of +the pardon as yet undecided, and Guise enters to announce it to him.</p> + +<p>Dilke in his edition in 1814 thought <i>Beaumond</i> a misprint for +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span><i>Beaupre</i>, who appears in other scenes, and whom he took to be a man, +instead of a woman. Hence he reads <i>Montsurry, Beaupre and Attendants</i> +both here and after l. 206. The other editors have not realized that +there is any discrepancy to be explained.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_29"><b>29</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_10">12-13</a>. <b>bruits it . . . healthfull:</b> proclaims it through the world to +be sound and wholesome.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_31"><b>31</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_50">51-52</a>. <b>Pyrrho's opinion . . . are one.</b> A sweeping generalisation, +which cannot be accepted as an interpretation of the doctrines of the +sceptical philosopher of Elis.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_31"><b>31</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_50">54-58</a>. <b>As Hector . . . speak.</b> The reference is to <i>Iliad</i>, <span class="smcap">vii</span>, 54 +ff., though Hector is there described as keeping back the Trojans with +his spear.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_32"><b>32</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_60">60</a>. <b>Ript up the quarrell:</b> explained the cause and origin of the +quarrel (Dilke).</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_32"><b>32</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_60">63-64</a>. <b>conclude The others dangers:</b> might put an end to the risks of +their companions by making their single combat cover the whole quarrel. +<i>Conclude</i> here unites the Elizabethan sense <i>include</i> with the ordinary +meaning <i>finish</i>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_32"><b>32</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_75">77-80</a>. <b>And then . . . never kill.</b> An anticipation, as Lamb and others +have pointed out, of Milton's description of angelic wounds, <i>Par. +Lost</i>, <span class="smcap">vi</span>, 344-49.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_33"><b>33</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_80">84-87</a>. <b>Thrice pluckt . . . scap't.</b> The accumulation of personal +pronouns makes the interpretation somewhat difficult: thrice D'Ambois +plucked at it, and thrice drew on thrusts from Barrisor who darted +hither and thither like flame, and continued thrusting as D'Ambois +plucked; yet, incredible to relate, the latter escaped injury.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_33"><b>33</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_90">90</a>. <b>only made more horrid with his wound:</b> Barrisor being only +rendered fiercer by his wound. The construction is loose, as +grammatically the words should qualify D'Ambois.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_33"><b>33</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_90">92</a>. <b>redoubled in his danger:</b> thrusting himself into danger for the +second time. For this peculiar use of <i>redoubled</i> cf. <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_190">l. 190</a>, "on my +knees redoubled," and note.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_33"><b>33</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_90">94</a>. <b>Arden.</b> Probably to be no more identified here with the +Warwickshire district of this name than in <i>As You Like It</i>. Ardennes +would be more appropriate on a Frenchman's lips, but the district +belongs to the realm of fancy as much as Armenia in <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_115">l. 117</a>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_33"><b>33</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_95">97</a>. <b>he gan to nodde.</b> An anacoluthon. The <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span>construction should be +"begin to nodde" after "I have seene an oke" in <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_90">l. 94</a>, but the +intervening participial clauses produce irregularity. Similarily in <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_100">l. +101</a> "he fell" should be "fall" and "hid" should be "hide."</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_33"><b>33</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_100">103-104</a>. <b>Of ten set. . . Navarre.</b> The war between Henry III and Henry +of Navarre continued from 1587 to 1589, but the "ten set battles" are +without historical foundation.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_34"><b>34</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_105">105</a>. [<b>Montsurry.</b>] See <a href="#note_p29_stagedir">note</a> on stage direction at beginning of the +scene.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_34"><b>34</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_105">108</a>. <b>felt report:</b> probably, account related with feeling.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_34"><b>34</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_120">121</a>. <b>the treasure of his brow:</b> his horn.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_34"><b>34</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_120">122</a>. <b>shelter of a tree.</b> Unicorns were supposed to be worsted in +encounters by their adversaries sheltering behind trees, in which they +impaled themselves. Spenser, <i>F. Q.</i> <span class="smcap">ii</span>, 5, 10, describes how a lion +defeats a unicorn by this stratagem. Cf. <i>Jul. Cæs.</i> <span class="smcap">ii</span>, 1, 303-04.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">"He loves to hear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That unicorns may be betray'd with trees."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><a href="#Page_34"><b>34</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_125">128</a>. <b>th' tw' other</b>, i. e. Pyrrhot and Melynell.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_35"><b>35</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_130">130</a>. <b>hunt Honour at the view.</b> A rare metaphorical application of the +technical phrase, "hunt at the view."</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_35"><b>35.</b></a> <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_135">[<b>Exit Nuntius.</b>]</a> The editor has inserted this, as the Qq do not +indicate when the Nuncius departs, and, with the entrance of Bussy, +there is no further need of him. <b>bare:</b> bareheaded.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_35"><b>35</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_140">141-44</a>. <b>If ever Nature . . . one.</b> Difficult lines, which may be +paraphrased: if ever Nature's bond maintained its strength, when +subjected to the severe test of bridging the distance between sovereign +and subject, both sprung from the same seed, now prove that in elevated +stations she can show her nobility.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_36"><b>36</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_155">156</a>. <b>that</b>, i. e. positive law.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_36"><b>36</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_155">157</a>. <b>prefixing:</b> settling beforehand.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_36"><b>36</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_160">164</a>. <b>this fact, though of justice:</b> this action, though done in the +name of justice.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_37"><b>37</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_170">170</a>. <b>he</b>, i. e. his enemy.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_37"><b>37</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_175">175-76</a>. <b>which . . . him:</b> which is more precious <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span>than a human life, +which is inferior in value to it, and which was rightly forfeited to him +through ill-doing.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_37"><b>37</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_190">190</a>. <b>This is a grace.</b> The grace or boon for which Bussy asks is +explained by him in ll. 193-203. "This" usually refers to something that +has gone before, <b>on my knees redoubled:</b> going down for the second time +on my knees—from which he had risen after <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_175">l. 179</a>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_37"><b>37</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_190">192</a>. <b>And shall</b>, i. e. And which grace shall.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_38"><b>38</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_195">198-204</a>. <b>Let me . . . King indeed.</b> With this assertion of man's +original "Kingship" cf. <i>The Gentleman Usher</i>, <span class="smcap">v</span>, 1.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And what's a prince? Had all been virtuous men,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There never had been prince upon the earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And so no subject: all men had been princes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A virtuous man is subject to no prince,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But to his soul and honour.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><a href="#Page_38"><b>38.</b></a> <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_205">[<b>Exit Rex cum Montsurry.</b>]</a> See <a href="#note_p29_stagedir">note</a> on stage direction at beginning +of this scene.</p> + +<p><a name="note_B_II_ii_18" id="note_B_II_ii_18"></a><a href="#Page_40"><b>40</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_15">18</a>. <b>Although she be my ante.</b> From these words we learn that Beaupre +is niece to the Duke and Duchess of Guise. Compare <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_185"><span class="smcap">iii</span>, ii, 188</a>, and the +reference to "my lady, your niece" in the passage in Qq 1607 and 1608 +quoted in the textual <a href="#note_B_III_ii_233">note</a> on <span class="smcap">iii</span>, ii, 233.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_42"><b>42</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_45">49</a>. <b>an agent for my bloud:</b> an instrument in the satisfaction of my +passions.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_42"><b>42</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_55">57-58</a>. <b>his retiring . . . aspiring:</b> his retirement to a position of +inferiority will satisfy my aspirations.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_43"><b>43</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_70">70-71</a>. <b>Wise wives . . . friend.</b> Tamyra ironically keeps up the +metaphor of the "two strings" in <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_65">l. 66</a>, and plays upon the double senses +of "firm" and "loose" in archery and morals.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_44"><b>44</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_95">95</a>. <b>as good cheap as it:</b> literally, on as advantageous terms as; +hence, with as little effort as, as readily as.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_45"><b>45</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_105">108-10</a>. <b>Whose there . . . quality.</b> Cf. <i>All Fools</i>, <span class="smcap">ii</span>, 1, p. 67 +(Phelps).</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">While I sit like a well-taught writing-woman<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Turning her eyes upon some work or picture,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Read in a book, or take a feigned nap,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While her kind lady takes one to her lap.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span></p><p><a href="#Page_45"><b>45</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_115">117</a>. <b>oportunities:</b> importunities, which Dilke wished to substitute. +But "opportunity" was used in this sense. Cf. <i>Mer. Wiv. Wind.</i> <span class="smcap">iii</span>, 4, +20-2.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Yet seeke my Fathers love, still seeke it, sir;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If opportunity and humblest suite<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cannot attain it, why then harke you hither."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><a href="#Page_45"><b>45</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_120">121-122</a>. <b>as to their pardons . . . Parliaments.</b> The meaning appears to +be: as the exceptions they make, after Parliaments have ceased to sit, +are to the pardons they have granted.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_46"><b>46</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_125">129</a>. <b>part'st with victory:</b> comest off victoriously.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_48"><b>48</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_165">165</a>. <b>the Center:</b> the unmoved central point of the earth, according +to the Ptolemaic system.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_49"><b>49</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_180">182</a>. <b>cast . . . beene:</b> undress, as if I had never been watching here. +Tamyra here determines to go to bed, but afterwards (<a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_240">l. 242</a>) she +returns.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_49"><b>49</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_195">198</a>. <b>the first orbe move.</b> An allusion to the <i>Primum Mobile</i>, which, +in the Ptolemaic system, was the tenth sphere "of a most pure and cleare +substance and without starres," which revolved in twenty-four hours, and +carried round in its course all the inner spheres.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_51"><b>51</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_ii_230">231-32</a>. <b>If not . . . satisfi'd:</b> if she is not given opportunity to +dissemble or show petulance, she is not satisfied even if she gains what +she desires.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_56"><b>56</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_i_20">20-30</a>. <b>Sin . . . troth.</b> A characteristic illustration of how one +simile in Chapman's verse begets another, with little regard for logical +sequence. The "shadowes" with which sin frightens us are first compared +to the imaginary creatures into which fancy shapes the clouds; then sin +itself (relegated from an active to a passive part) is likened not to a +pure creation of the fancy, but to an exaggerated picture of a real +monster displayed by "policy," i. e. the craft which seeks to debar men +from their desires.</p> + +<p>For the custom of exhibiting a rude painting of a curiosity, as a decoy +to sightseers, cf. <i>The Tempest</i>, <span class="smcap">ii</span>, 2, 29-31, "Were I in England now +. . . and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would +give a piece of silver."</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_56"><b>56</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_i_20">21</a>. <b>in his truest valour:</b> if his valour be rightly estimated.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span><a href="#Page_56"><b>56</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_i_30">33</a>. <b>our three powers.</b> The vegetative, sensitive and reasoning +faculties.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_56"><b>56-57</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_i_40">40-43</a>. <b>Nor shall . . . wings.</b> Tamyra's "fame," which in l. 38 has +been spoken of as a "jewell," is now likened to a fabulous winged +creature which is accorded free flight.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_57"><b>57</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_i_40">44</a>. <b>It rests as:</b> the secret remains as inviolable as if.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_58"><b>58</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_i_65">69-71</a>. <b>layes . . . oppos'd.</b> I am indebted to Dr. J. A. H. Murray for +the following interpretation of this passage: [Nature] brings our powers +into accordance with its own will or working, just as the stone (laid by +the builder) should be apposed or brought into accord with the line, not +the line (which is straight and not to be shifted) made to lie along the +stone.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_60"><b>60</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_i_115">119</a>. <b>greatnesse with him:</b> high place in his favour.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_62"><b>62</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_10">13</a>. <b>Boots of hay-ropes.</b> Bands of hay were sometimes wrapped round +the legs, to serve instead of boots. Cf. Ben Jonson's <i>Every Man in his +Humour</i>, <span class="smcap">i</span>, 2. <i>Step.</i> But I have no boots . . . <i>Brainworm</i>. Why a fine +wisp of hay roll'd hard, Master Stephen.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_62"><b>62</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_15">18</a>. <b>a redhair'd man:</b> a deceiver, traitor; so called from the +representation of Judas in tapestries, and probably on the stage of the +Miracle plays, with red hair.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_63"><b>63</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_20">23</a>. <b>put them up:</b> start them from their cover.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_63"><b>63</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_25">28</a>. <b>That . . . clapdish:</b> That keeps regal state, though sprung from +beggary. A clapdish was a wooden dish with a lid, carried by beggars and +lepers, which they clapped to announce their approach.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_63"><b>63</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_45">46</a>. <b>Venting . . . Hebrew:</b> putting the best product of his livings to +the reverse of its intended use. Hebrew is read backwards.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_65"><b>65</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_65">69</a>. <b>that popular purple.</b> An allusion to the Duke's robe, which was +of royal purple, to impress the populace.</p> + +<p><a name="note_p154_l76" id="note_p154_l76"></a><a href="#Page_65"><b>65</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_75">76</a>. <b>He's noblier borne.</b> "Noblier" has been here substituted for +"nobly." The parallel phrases in the preceding lines are all +comparatives, "better," "more," "greater," and Bussy, in the second half +of this line, cannot mean to deny that Guise is of noble birth.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_65"><b>65</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_75">79</a>. <b>Cardinall of Ambois.</b> The Cardinal Georges d'Amboise was in +reality Bussy's great-uncle.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span><a href="#Page_66"><b>66</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_80">84</a>. <b>great in faction:</b> active in promoting leagues.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_66"><b>66</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_85">86-87</a>. <b>Be a duke . . . field.</b> A play, of course, on the original +meaning of Duke, as <i>Dux</i> or <i>leader</i>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_67"><b>67</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_105">108</a>. <b>the Hermean rod:</b> the caduceus or rod of Hermes, with which he +parted two fighting serpents, whereupon they embraced and stuck to the +rod.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_69"><b>69</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_140">144-47</a>. <b>and as this . . . pride.</b> An allusion to the myth of the giant +Typhoeus who, according to one version, was created by Hera alone, in +anger at the birth of Pallas from the head of Zeus. He was killed by +Zeus with a flash of lighting, and was buried in Tartarus under Mt. +Etna.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_69"><b>69</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_150">154</a>. <b>make scapes to please advantage:</b> commit escapades, and thereby +give points against themselves.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_69"><b>69</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_155">155-56</a>. <b>women . . . candels:</b> women who make the worst accomplices to +men.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_70"><b>70</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_155">157</a>. <b>their women:</b> their waiting-women.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_71"><b>71</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_185">187-88</a>. <b>as far as an unkle may.</b> Guise is uncle to the lady Beaupre. +Cf. <a href="#note_B_II_ii_18">note</a> on <span class="smcap">ii</span>, 2, 18.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_74"><b>74</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_240">243-44</a>. <b>Come . . . courted.</b> These words are whispered by Monsieur to +Pero. The rest of his speech is spoken aloud as if in disgust at the +rejection of advances made by him to Pero.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_74"><b>74</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_240">244</a>. <b>dry palm:</b> a sign of chastity.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_77"><b>77</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_310">311</a>. <b>I have the blind side of:</b> I can play on the weakness of.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_78"><b>78</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_325">325</a>. <b>engag'd in some sure plot:</b> involved in the toils of some plot +securely laid against him.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_78"><b>78</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_330">330</a>. <b>Train . . . wreak:</b> allure D'Ambois within reach of his revenge.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_80"><b>80</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_375">375</a>. <b>angell of my life:</b> an allusion to the tutelary genius. For a +similar use of <i>angel</i> cf. <i>Ant. and Cleop.</i> <span class="smcap">ii</span>, 3, 21.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_81"><b>81</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_380">383</a>. <b>rais'd without a circle.</b> If a necromancer, before raising a +spirit, drew a circle within which he stood, he was secure against its +power.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_82"><b>82</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_405">406</a>. <b>which I have still in thought:</b> which is always with me, as far +as my thoughts are concerned.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_84"><b>84</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_445">445-46</a>. <b>to force . . . estates.</b> With the punctuation adopted <i>And . . .bsp;. . +throats</i> is a clause parenthetically inserted <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span>in the main statement, +and the meaning is: to get possession of estates by foreclosing +mortgages, and thus destroying their owners. The Qq have a comma after +<i>possessions</i>, and no brackets in the following line.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_84"><b>84-85</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_445">448-49</a>. <b>quarrell . . . Ajax.</b> A reference to the well-known episode +in Sophocles' <i>Ajax</i>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_85"><b>85</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_450">453</a>. <b>make them of a peece:</b> make them complete.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_85"><b>85</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_460">464-66</a>. <b>which not to sooth . . . Thou eat'st.</b> An anacoluthon.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_85"><b>85</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_465">465</a>. <b>And glorifie . . . Hammon.</b> Probably an allusion to the adoration +of Alexander the Great as the son of Jupiter Ammon by the priests of +this originally Æthiopian deity, at Thebes in Upper Egypt, in B. C. 331.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_86"><b>86</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_470">473</a>. <b>like a scrich-owle sing.</b> The screech of the owl was supposed to +be an omen of death to the hearer. Cf. <i>Macbeth</i>, <span class="smcap">ii</span>, 2, 3-4.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_87"><b>87</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_500">500</a>. <b>to that wall:</b> at the distance of that wall.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_87"><b>87</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_505">507</a>. <b>her breathing rock.</b> Dilke explains this as "the distaff from +whence she draws the thread of life," but though this is evidently the +meaning required, it is difficult to extract it from this obscure +phrase.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_87"><b>87</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_510">510</a>. <b>Defil'd . . . soule.</b> Another instance of confused imagery, which +yields no satisfactory meaning.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_89"><b>89</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_25">28</a>. <b>which</b>, sc. time.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_90"><b>90</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_35">35</a>. <b>princely mistresse:</b> the Duchess of Guise.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_90"><b>90</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_35">39</a>. <b>Your servant:</b> D'Ambois.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_90"><b>90</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_50">52</a>. <b>in high formes:</b> on stools of disgrace.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_91"><b>91</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_55">55</a>. <b>great eagles beak.</b> Cf. <a href="#Bussy_III_ii"><span class="smcap">iii</span>, 2, 4</a>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_91"><b>91</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_55">57</a>. <b>her . . . liver.</b> A double allusion, as Dilke has pointed out, to +the story of Prometheus, and to the conception of the liver as the seat +of the emotions.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_92"><b>92</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_75">77</a>. <b>with a traine:</b> by a stratagem.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_93"><b>93</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_80">84</a>. <b>gushing.</b> Used here transitively, qualifying <i>laws</i>, and +governing <i>blood</i>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_93"><b>93</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_85">87</a>. <b>bare . . . hammes:</b> the uncovered heads and cringing postures of +sycophants.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_93"><b>93</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_95">98</a>. <b>Armenian dragons.</b> Chapman is fond of locating fabulous monsters +in Armenia. Cf. <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_II_i_115"><span class="smcap">ii</span>, 1, 118-19</a>.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span><a href="#Page_94"><b>94</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_115">115</a>. <b>almighty Æther.</b> Probably a reminiscence of Virgil, <i>Georg.</i> 2, +325, <i>pater omnipotens Æther</i>.</p> + +<p><a name="note_p94_l120" id="note_p94_l120"></a><a href="#Page_94"><b>94</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_120">120</a>. <b>Nay, they are two.</b> Monsieur, while saying this, makes two horns +with his fingers.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_95"><b>95</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_125">126</a>. <b>a meere Cynthia:</b> a perfect moon-goddess.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_96"><b>96</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_135">138</a>. <b>The plague of Herod.</b> Cf. Acts <span class="smcap">xii</span>, 23, "And he was eaten of +worms, and gave up the ghost."</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_98"><b>98</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_180">180</a>. <b>thus, with his fingers.</b> Cf. <a href="#note_p94_l120">note</a> on l. 120.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_98"><b>98</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_180">181-83</a>. <b>comes . . . slew:</b> if he is the source of the blot on my +honour, it becomes a beauty, not a blemish, and proves that I posses the +same innocence that caused the death of.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_98"><b>98</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_180">183</a>. <b>Chymæra.</b> A fire-breathing monster, brought up by Amisodarus, +King of Caria. She was slain by Bellerophon. This Corinthian prince, to +purify himself from a murder he had committed, had fled to the court of +Proetus of Argos, whose wife, Anteia, fell in love with him. On his +rejection of her advances, she made false accusations against him, +whereupon Proetus sent him to his father-in-law, Iobates, King of Lycia, +with a sealed letter, requesting him to put him to death. Iobates sent +him to kill Chimæra, thinking he would be certain to perish in the +attempt. But mounted on the winged horse Pegasus, he killed her from on +high with his arrows.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_98"><b>98</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_180">183-84</a>. <b>rescued . . . Peleon.</b> Peleus, King of the Myrmidons, during a +visit to Iolcus, attracted the love of Astydameia, the wife of Acastus. +On his rejection of her proposals, she denounced him falsely to her +husband, who took him to hunt wild beasts on Mount Peleon, and when he +fell asleep through fatigue, concealed his sword, and left him alone to +be devoured. But he was saved by Cheiron, who restored him his sword.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_98"><b>98</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_185">185</a>. <b>the chaste Athenian prince:</b> Hippolytus, son of Theseus and +Hippolyta, with whom his step-mother Phædra fell in love. On his +rejection of her advances, she accused him to Theseus, at whose prayer +Poseidon caused his destruction, by frightening his horses, when he was +driving along the seacoast, and overturning his chariot. Afterwards, on +the discovery of his innocence, Asclepius restored him to the upper +world.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_98"><b>98</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_185">187</a>. <b>Egean.</b> So the Qq, instead of "Augean."</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_98"><b>98</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_190">190</a>. <b>where thou fear'st, are dreadfull:</b> inspirest terror even in +those of whom thou art afraid.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span><a href="#Page_98"><b>98-99</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_190">192-94</a>. <b>the serpent . . . and me.</b> A curious application of the +legend of armed men springing from the dragon's teeth sown by Jason.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_99"><b>99</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_200">204</a>. <b>feares his owne hand:</b> is afraid of the consequences of his own +handwriting.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_99"><b>99</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_205">205-208</a>. <b>papers hold . . . honors:</b> written documents often contain the +revelation of our true selves, and, though of no material value, put the +crown to our reputations.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_99"><b>99-100</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_i_205">209-210</a>. <b>and with . . . knowes:</b> and compare with its contents the +evidence of this my most intimate attendant.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_101"><b>101</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_5">6</a>. <b>trails hotly of him:</b> is hot upon his scent. <i>Him</i> apparently +refers to <i>mischiefe</i> in <a href="#Bussy_IV_ii">l. 4</a>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_102"><b>102</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_25">25</a>. <b>With . . . affrighted:</b> by which all things capable of terror are +frightened.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_103"><b>103</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_30">32</a>. <b>Epimethean.</b> Epimetheus, the brother of Prometheus, opened +Pandora's box, and let its evils loose among mankind.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_103"><b>103</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_35">37-38</a>. <b>Or stood . . . artillerie.</b> In the war of Zeus against Cronos, +the Cyclopes aided the former, who had released them from Tartarus, by +furnishing him with thunderbolts.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_103"><b>103</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_45">47-48</a>. <b>I will . . . spirit:</b> I will command a spirit, raised by my +art, to enlighten us.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_104"><b>104</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_50">54</a>. <b>Behemoth.</b> The editor has been unable to find any precedent for +Chapman's application of this name—which in the Book of Job denotes the +whale or hippopotamus—to the chief of the powers of darkness.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_104"><b>104</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_55">55</a>. <b>Asaroth.</b> Apparently a variant of <i>Ashtaroth</i>, the plural of +<i>Ashtoreth,</i> the Phœnician moon-goddess; here mistakenly used for the +name of a male spirit.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_104"><b>104.</b></a> <b><a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_60">Cartophylax</a>.</b> A post-classical Greek term for "guardian of papers."</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_106"><b>106</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_95">97</a>. <b>great in our command:</b> powerful in exercising command over us.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_107"><b>107-109</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_110">113-51</a>. <b>There is . . . his soule.</b> The dialogue and action here +take place probably at the back of the stage, perhaps on the upper +stage, of which use is made in <i>The Tempest</i>, the <i>Spanish Tragedie</i>, +and other plays. The characters (as is evident <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span>from <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_100">ll. 102-104</a>) are +supposed to be far off, but rendered visible and audible to Tamyra and +D'Ambois by Behemoth's power.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_107"><b>107</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_110">113</a>. <b>a glasse of ink:</b> a mirror made of ink, i. e. the paper with +the proofs of Tamyra's unfaithfulness.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_107"><b>107</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_115">116</a>. <b>fames sepulchres:</b> the foulness beneath which her good name is +buried.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_107"><b>107</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_120">120-21</a>. <b>were . . . rarely:</b> were it never so uncommon, bear it with as +unexampled courage.</p> + +<p><a name="note_p159_l156" id="note_p159_l156"></a><a href="#Page_109"><b>109</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_155">156</a>. <b>In her forc'd bloud.</b> Dilke is followed in the substitution of +<i>her</i> for <i>his</i>. The allusion is evidently to the letter that Tamyra +afterwards writes to D'Ambois in her own blood. Cf. <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_175"><span class="smcap">v</span>, 1, 176-77</a>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_110"><b>110</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_165">169-70</a>. <b>Lest . . . abuse:</b> lest a furious outburst due to your +foreknowledge of the plot against us.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_111"><b>111</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_185">185</a>. <b>And . . . policy:</b> and the Monsieur's stratagems shall be taken +in the flank by my own.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_111"><b>111</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_185">186</a>. <b>Center.</b> Here and in <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_190">l. 192</a> this word, though strictly meaning +the central point of the earth, seems used for the earth itself, as the +centre of the universe. For this use cf. Shaks. <i>Tro. and Cress.</i> <span class="smcap">i</span>, 3, +85-86.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The heavens themselves, the planets, and this center<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Observe degree, priority, and place."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><a href="#Page_111"><b>111</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_190">191</a>. <b>calme . . . ruine:</b> unsuspecting tranquillity previous to a +convulsion of the elements.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_113"><b>113</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_15">17-18</a>. <b>The stony . . . sleeper.</b> The thunderstone, or thunderbolt, was +supposed to have no power of harming any one who was asleep, or who wore +laurel leaves. Leigh, in his <i>Observations on the First Twelve Cæsars</i> +(1647), p. 43, says of Tiberius that "he feared thunder exceedingly, and +when the aire or weather was any thing troubled, he even carried a +chaplet or wreath of laurell about his neck, because that as (Pliny +reporteth) is never blasted with lightning."</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_114"><b>114</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_50">50</a>. <b>determinate:</b> apparently used in the sense of <i>final</i>, though +the sense is rare, except as qualifying a word which implies previous +deliberation.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_115"><b>115</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_55">55-56</a>. <b>preventing . . . death:</b> anticipating the last blast that is to +kill those who live, and to give life anew to the dead.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span></p><p><a href="#Page_115"><b>115</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_60">64</a>. <b>Fame growes in going.</b> Borrowed from the <i>Æneid</i>, <span class="smcap">iv</span>, 173-75, +<i>Fama . . . viresque acquirit eundo.</i></p> + +<p><a href="#Page_115"><b>115</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_65">67-68</a>. <b>come . . . lust.</b> The <i>syren</i> is Tamyra; her song the letter +she is to write to her lover (cf. <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_75">l. 75</a>); Montsurry; band of murderers +the fatal <i>rocks</i>; and the <i>ruffin gally</i>, D'Ambois.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_115"><b>115</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_65">69-71</a>. <b>the nets . . . danc'd.</b> There is a play here upon <i>nets</i> in the +sense of wiles, and in its usual signification. To "dance," or "march," +or "hide" in a net was to delude oneself that one was acting secretly +(cf. <i>Henry V</i>, <span class="smcap">i</span>, 4, 173, and <i>Span. Trag.</i> <span class="smcap">iv</span>, 4, 118).</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_116"><b>116</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_80">84</a>. <b>for all:</b> in spite of all.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_116"><b>116</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_85">86</a>. <b>their</b> should be, in grammatical sequence, "her," referring to +"a womans" in 83.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_116"><b>116</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_90">91</a>. <b>nor in humane consort:</b> nor do they find human fellowship. The +metaphor of the <i>wildernesse</i> is still being carried on.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_118"><b>118</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_125">128-30</a>. <b>Where . . . cruelty:</b> in the same quarter [i. e. your person] +where all these bonds have been violated, they are preserved by the +infliction of just punishment, with some exhibition of the same +quintessence of cruelty that you have shown me.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_118"><b>118</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_140">142</a>. <b>Thus I expresse thee yet:</b> thus I give a further stroke to my +delineation of thee.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_118"><b>118</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_140">143</a>. <b>thy . . . yet:</b> the image of thy unnatural depravity is not yet +fully completed.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_118"><b>118</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_145">145</a>. <b>This other engine:</b> the rack, on which Montsurry's servants +place Tamyra. Cf. <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_155">l. 157</a>, "O let me downe, my lord."</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_119"><b>119</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_150">151-52</a>. <b>O who . . . None but my lord and husband.</b> Tamyra thinks that +some evil spirit has taken her husband's shape, and cries to Montsurry +to appear and deliver her.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_119"><b>119</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_160">161</a>. <b>Now . . . stands still.</b> This statement of the leading principle +of the Copernican system, as a mere rhetorical paradox, is remarkable.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_119"><b>119-120</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_160">163-72</a>. <b>The too huge . . . with hypocrisie.</b> In this curious +passage the earth is conceived of as a recumbent figure, which usually +lies face upwards to the sky. But the weight of her sins has caused her +to roll over, so that her back <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span>part now <i>braves</i> heaven, while her face +is turned to the Antipodes; and all the deceitful appearances which she +has adopted through her cheating arts have come out in their true nature +on her back, so that her hypocrisy stands revealed.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_120"><b>120</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_175">178</a>. <b>he:</b> the Friar.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_120"><b>120</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_180">181</a>. <b>his.</b> We should expect a repetition of <i>her</i> in l. 180. <i>His</i>, +however seems to be equivalent to <i>man's</i>, anticipating <i>man</i> in l. 182. +Possibly we should read <i>this</i>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_121"><b>121</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_i_190">191</a>. <b>In, Ile after.</b> These words are addressed to the body of the +Friar.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_122"><b>122</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_20">20</a>. <b>with terror:</b> inspiring terror in their enemies.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_123"><b>123</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_25">28</a>. <b>And . . . man:</b> And consider it, though left headless, as a +completely formed man.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_123"><b>123</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_35">36</a>. <b>vertuous treasurie:</b> stock of virtues.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_124"><b>124</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_45">46-53</a>. <b>Not so . . . mens hate.</b> An adaptation of Seneca's <i>Agamemnon</i>, +64-72:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Non sic Libycis Syrtibus æquor</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Furit alternos volvere fluctus,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Non Euxini turget ab imis</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Commota vadis unda, nivali</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Vicina polo;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ubi, cæruleis immunis aquis,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lucida versat plaustra Bootes,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ut praecipites regum casus</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Fortuna rotat.</i><br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>These lines, with those immediately before and after, are more loosely +adapted in Kyd's <i>Spanish Tragedie</i>, <span class="smcap">iii</span>, 1, 1-11.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_126"><b>126</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_20">23</a>. <b>this embodied shadow:</b> this spirit while it had bodily form.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_126"><b>126</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_20">24-27</a>. <b>With reminiscion . . . of art.</b> Cf. <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_IV_ii_155"><span class="smcap">iv</span>, 2, 158-61</a>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_127"><b>127</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_40">41-53</a>. <b>Terror of darknesse . . . greater light.</b> After Bussy's +statement in <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_25">ll. 29-32</a> we should expect him to immediately summon <i>the +Prince of darknesse</i>, Behemoth. But ll. 41-46 are apparently addressed +to the sun-god, who is invoked to put to flight night and mystery. Then +as an alternative, in ll. 47-53, Behemoth, to whom darkness is as light, +is bidden appear. Dilke substitutes <i>oh</i> for <i>or</i> (the reading of all +Qq) at the beginning of l. 47. If this change be right, the invocation +commences <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span>at this line, and ll. 41-46 are merely a preliminary +rhetorical appeal for more illumination. But in this case there is an +incongruity between such an appeal and the summoning of the <i>Prince of +shades</i>, who sees best where darkness is thickest. Lamb in his +<i>Specimens</i> retains the reading of the Qq, and says of the passage: +"This calling upon Light and Darkness for information, but, above all, +the description of the spirit—'threw his changed countenance headlong +into clouds'—is tremendous, to the curdling of the blood. I know +nothing in poetry like it."</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_130"><b>130</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iii_100">103</a>. <b>all the signes:</b> i. e. of the Zodiac.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_131"><b>131.</b></a> <b><a href="#Bussy_V_iv">Intrat Umbra Frier . . . Tamyra.</a></b> The Ghost of the Friar enters and +<i>discovers</i>, i. e. <i>reveals to view</i>, Tamyra, who since the close of <span class="smcap">v</span>, +1, has remained wrapped <i>in the arras</i>, or, as the variant stage +direction in A here puts it, <i>wrapt in a canapie</i>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_131"><b>131</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_5">9</a>. <b>before he be revenged:</b> before vengeance is taken on him. The +reading of A, <i>engaged</i>, is perhaps (as Dilke suggests) preferable.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_133"><b>133</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_25">27-28</a>. <b>what . . . D'Amboys:</b> what bugbear, such as this, is not afraid +to visit D'Amboys, even in his sleep?</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_134"><b>134</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_45">45</a>. <b>Will . . . here?</b> D'Ambois's sword fails to pierce the <i>privy +coat</i> worn by the murderer. Cf. <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_ii_55"><span class="smcap">v</span>, 2, 57</a>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_134"><b>134</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_50">52</a>. <b>That . . . resembled:</b> That was a successful artifice, and a +skilful impersonation.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_135"><b>135</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_65">65</a>. <b>enforce the spot:</b> emphasize the stain on your honour.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_136"><b>136</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_80">82</a>. <b>Then . . . fact:</b> then these teachers of divinity deal with +figments, not with realities.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_136"><b>136</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_80">83-84</a>. <b>Man . . . servant:</b> Man consists of two attached friends, the +body and the mind, of which the latter is swayed by the former, as a +lover by his mistress.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_136"><b>136</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_90">90-93</a>. <b>And if Vespasian . . . groomes.</b> Cf. Suetonius, <i>Life of +Vespasian</i>, Ch. 24. <i>Hic, quum super urgentem valetudinem creberrimo +frigidæ aquæ usu etiam intestina vitiasset, nec eo minus muneribus +imperatoriis ex consuetudine fungeretur, ut etiam legationes audiret +cubans, alvo repente usque ad defectionem soluta, Imperatorem, ait, +stantem mori oportere. Dumque consurgit, ac nititur, inter manus +sublevantium exstinctus est.</i></p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span></p> +<p><a name="note_on_V_iv" id="note_on_V_iv"></a><a href="#Page_137"><b>137</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_100">100-108</a>. <b>And haste . . . dwellers.</b> An adaptation of Seneca, <i>Her. +Oet.</i> 1518-1526:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>O decus mundi, radiate Titan,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Cujus ad primos Hecate vapores</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lassa nocturnæ levat ora bigæ,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Dic sub Aurora positis Sabæis,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Dic sub Occasu positis Iberis,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Quique ferventi quatiuntur axe,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Quique sub plaustro patiuntur Ursæ;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Dic ad æternos, properare Manes</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Herculem.</i><br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><a href="#Page_137"><b>137</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_110">110-111</a>. <b>may . . . funerall:</b> may celebrate fittingly my unworthy end +with such a funeral volley as it deserves.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_138"><b>138</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_135">135-40</a>. <b>My sunne . . . bloud.</b> In these lines the <i>killing spectacle</i>, +the <i>prodigie</i>, of <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_130">l. 134</a>, and its effect are described. Tamyra, the +light of D'Ambois's life, with her reddened bosom and hands, is likened +to a sun whose beams have turned to blood. So far the imagery is clear, +but it is difficult to extract a satisfactory sense from what follows. +What do <i>Pindus and Ossa</i> symbolize, and what exactly does their +<i>melting</i> mean? This seems one of the few passages in the play which +really deserve Dryden's stricture for "looseness of expression and gross +hyperboles."</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_139"><b>139</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_145">146</a>. <b>struck.</b> The Qq, and all editors, read <i>stuck</i>, but the word +seems inapplicable to a thunderbolt. The editor has conjectured +<i>struck</i>, which, with a minimum of change, gives the sense required.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_139"><b>139</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_145">149</a> <b>Joine flames with Hercules.</b> Here the quartos of 1607 and 1608 +contain the right reading. D'Ambois, who has met death in the spirit of +Hercules (cf. <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_100">ll. 100-108</a>), is now to share his translation to the +skies. For the description of Hercules as a star see Seneca, <i>Her. Oet.</i> +1564-1581.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_142"><b>142</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_210">211-14</a> <b>as . . . dies.</b> The reference is to the wax in the taper, which +retains in its <i>savour</i> the mark of its origin in the hive, till +transient as life, it glances with the eye of a flame, and, so doing, +expires.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="Revenge_Text" id="Revenge_Text"></a>THE TEXT</h2> + + +<p><i>The Revenge of Bussy D'Ambois</i> was printed in quarto in 1613 by T. S. +for John Helme. No reprint appeared till 1873, when it was included in +the edition of Chapman's Tragedies and Comedies published by J. Pearson. +The text of the quarto was reproduced, with the original spelling and +punctuation, but with a few errors. There have been two later editions +in modernized spelling, and with slight emendations, by R. H. Shepherd +in 1874, and W. L. Phelps in 1895.</p> + +<p>In the present edition the text of the quarto has been reproduced, with +some additional emendations, and the original spelling has been +retained. As regards punctuation, the use of capital letters and +italics, and the division of the Acts into Scenes, the same methods have +been followed as in the case of <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i>.</p> + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /> + + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /> +<p class="gap"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span></p> +<h1>THE<br /> +REVENGE</h1> + +<h3>OF</h3> + +<h2><i>Bussy D'Ambois</i>.<br /> +<br /><br /> +A<br /> +<span class="smcap">Tragedie</span></h2> + +<h3><i>As it hath beene often presented at the<br /> +priuate Play-house in the White Fryers.</i></h3> + +<p class="smgap"> </p> +<h3>Written</h3> + +<h2>By <span class="smcap">George Chapman</span>, Gentleman.</h2> + + + +<h4>LONDON:<br /> +Printed by <i>T. S.</i> and are to be solde by <span class="smcap">Iohn Helme</span>,<br /> +at his Shop in S. Dunstones Church-Yard,<br /> +in <i>Fleetstreet</i>. 1613.</h4> + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="Revenge_Sources" id="Revenge_Sources"></a>SOURCES</h2> + + +<p>The story of a plot by Bussy D'Ambois's kinsfolk to avenge his murder +is, in the main, of Chapman's own invention. But he had evidently read +an account similar to that given later by De Thou of the design +entertained for a time by Bussy's sister Renée (whom Chapman calls +Charlotte) and her husband, Baligny, to take vengeance on Montsurry. +Clermont D'Ambois is himself a fictitious character, but the episodes in +which he appears in Acts <span class="smcap">II-IV</span> are drawn from the account of the +treacherous proceedings against the Count d'Auvergne in Edward +Grimeston's translation of Jean de Serres's <i>Inventaire Général de +l'Histoire de France</i>. This narrative, however, is not by De Serres, but +by Pierre Matthieu, whose <i>Histoire de France</i> was one of the sources +used by Grimeston for events later than 1598.</p> + +<p>The portraiture of Clermont throughout the play as the high-souled +philosopher is inspired by Epictetus's delineation in his <i>Discourses</i> +of the ideal Stoic. But in his reluctance to carry out his duty of +revenge he is evidently modelled upon Hamlet. In Act <span class="smcap">v</span>, Scene i, the +influence of Shakespeare's tragedy is specially manifest.</p> + +<p>The Scenes in Act <span class="smcap">v</span> relating to the assassination of Guise are based +upon Grimeston's translation of De Serres's <i>Inventaire Général</i>.</p> + +<p>The passages in Grimeston's volume which recount the Duke's murder, and +those which tell the story of the Count d'Auvergne, are reprinted as an +Appendix.</p> + +<p>The frontispiece to this volume, the Château of La Coutancière, at which +Bussy D'Ambois was killed, is reproduced from an illustration in A. +Joubert's <i>Louis de Clermont</i>.</p> + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /> + + +<p class="titlectr"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span>TO THE RIGHT<br /><br /> +VERTUOUS, AND<br /><br /> +truely Noble Knight, S<sup>r.</sup><br /><br /> +<i>Thomas Howard, &c.</i><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="section"><i>Sir</i>,</p> + +<p> +Since workes of this kinde have beene lately esteemed<br /> +worthy the patronage of some of our worthiest<br /> +Nobles, I have made no doubt to preferre this of mine<br /> +to your undoubted vertue and exceeding true noblesse,<br /> +as contayning matter no lesse deserving your reading, <span class="linenum">5</span><br /> +and excitation to heroycall life, then any such late dedication.<br /> +Nor have the greatest Princes of Italie and other<br /> +countries conceived it any least diminution to their greatnesse<br /> +to have their names wing'd with these tragicke<br /> +plumes, and disperst by way of patronage through the <span class="linenum">10</span><br /> +most noble notices of Europe.<br /> +<br /> +Howsoever, therefore, in the scænicall presentation it<br /> +might meete with some maligners, yet, considering even<br /> +therein it past with approbation of more worthy judgements,<br /> +the ballance of their side (especially being held <span class="linenum">15</span><br /> +by your impartiall hand) I hope will to no graine abide<br /> +the out-weighing. And for the autenticall truth of eyther<br /> +person or action, who (worth the respecting) will expect<br /> +it in a poeme, whose subject is not truth, but things like<br /> +truth? Poore envious soules they are that cavill at truths <span class="linenum">20</span><br /> +want in these naturall fictions: materiall instruction, elegant<br /> +and sententious excitation to vertue, and deflection<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span>from her contrary, being the soule, lims, and limits of an<br /> +autenticall tragedie. But whatsoever merit of your full<br /> +countenance and favour suffers defect in this, I shall soone <span class="linenum">25</span><br /> +supply with some other of more generall account; wherein<br /> +your right vertuous name made famous and preserved to<br /> +posteritie, your future comfort and honour in your present<br /> +acceptation and love of all vertuous and divine expression<br /> +may be so much past others of your rancke encreast, as <span class="linenum">30</span><br /> +they are short of your judiciall ingenuitie, in their due<br /> +estimation.<br /> +<br /> +For howsoever those ignoble and sowre-brow'd<br /> +worldlings are carelesse of whatsoever future or present<br /> +opinion spreads of them; yet (with the most divine <span class="linenum"><a name="Revenge_letter_l35" id="Revenge_letter_l35">35</a></span><br /> +philosopher, if Scripture did not confirme it) I make it<br /> +matter of my faith, that we truely retaine an intellectuall<br /> +feeling of good or bad after this life, proportionably<br /> +answerable to the love or neglect we beare here to all<br /> +vertue and truely-humane instruction: in whose favour <span class="linenum">40</span><br /> +and honour I wish you most eminent, and rest ever,<br /> +</p> +<p><span class="s19"><i>Your true vertues</i></span><br /> +<span class="s21"><i>most true observer,</i></span><br /> +<span class="s23"><i>Geo. Chapman</i>.</span><br /> +</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="Revenge_Actors" id="Revenge_Actors"></a>THE ACTORS NAMES</h2> + + +<table summary="Revenge Dramatis Personae" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" border="0"> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><i>Henry</i>, the King.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><i>Monsieur</i>, his Brother.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><i>Guise</i>, D[uke].</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><i>Renel</i>, a Marquesse.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><i>Montsureau</i>, an Earle.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><i>Baligny</i>, Lord Lieutenant [of Cambray].</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><i>Clermont D'Ambois.</i></td> +</tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft"><i>Maillard.</i><br /> + <i>Challon.</i><br /> + <i>Aumal.</i></td> + <td> + <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="bracket" style="margin-top: 0em;"> + <tr> + <td class="bt br bb"> <br /> <br /> </td> + </tr> + </table></td> + <td>Captaines.</td> +</tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><i>Espernone.</i></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><i>Soissone.</i></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><i>Perricot</i>, [An <i>Usher</i>.]</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3">[A <i>Messenger</i>.]</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3">The <i>Guard</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><i>Souldiers.</i></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><i>Servants.</i></td> +</tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr> + <td>The ghost[s] of</td> + <td> + <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="bracket" style="margin-top: 0em;"> + <tr> + <td class="bt bl bb"> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> </td> + </tr> + </table></td> + <td class="tdleft"><i>Bussy</i>.<br /> + <i>Monsieur</i>.<br /> + <i>Guise</i>.<br /> + <i>Card. Guise</i>.<br /> + <i>Shattilion</i>.</td> +</tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><i>Countesse</i> of Cambray.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><i>Tamyra</i>, wife to Montsureau.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><i>Charlotte [D'Ambois]</i>, wife to Baligny.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdleft" colspan="3"><i>Riova</i>, a Servant [to the Countesse].</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<p class="sectctr">[<span class="smcap">Scene:</span> <i>Paris, and in or near Cambrai</i>.]</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span></p> +<h2>The Revenge<br /> +of<br /> +Bussy D'Ambois<br /> +<br /> +A<br /> +Tragedie</h2> + +<hr style="width: 50%;" /> + + +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="Revenge_I_i" id="Revenge_I_i"></a><span class="smcap">Actus primi Scæna prima.</span></h2> + +<p class="center">[<i>A Room at the Court in Paris.</i>]</p> + + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Enter Baligny, Renel.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Baligny.</i> To what will this declining kingdome turne,</p> +<p>Swindging in every license, as in this</p> +<p>Stupide permission of brave D'Ambois Murther?</p> +<p>Murther made paralell with Law! Murther us'd</p> +<p>To serve the kingdome, given by sute to men<span class="linenum">5</span></p> +<p>For their advancement! suffered scarcrow-like</p> +<p>To fright adulterie! what will policie</p> +<p>At length bring under his capacitie?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span><p><i>Renel.</i> All things; for as, when the high births of Kings,</p> +<p>Deliverances, and coronations,<span class="linenum">10</span></p> +<p>We celebrate with all the cities bels</p> +<p>Jangling together in untun'd confusion,</p> +<p>All order'd clockes are tyed up; so, when glory,</p> +<p>Flatterie, and smooth applauses of things ill,</p> +<p>Uphold th'inordinate swindge of downe-right power,<span class="linenum">15</span></p> +<p>Justice, and truth that tell the bounded use,</p> +<p>Vertuous and well distinguisht formes of time,</p> +<p>Are gag'd and tongue-tide. But wee have observ'd</p> +<p>Rule in more regular motion: things most lawfull</p> +<p>Were once most royall; Kings sought common good,<span class="linenum">20</span></p> +<p>Mens manly liberties, though ne'er so meane,</p> +<p>And had their owne swindge so more free, and more.</p> +<p>But when pride enter'd them, and rule by power,</p> +<p>All browes that smil'd beneath them, frown'd; hearts griev'd</p> +<p>By imitation; vertue quite was vanisht,<span class="linenum">25</span></p> +<p>And all men studi'd selfe-love, fraud, and vice.</p> +<p>Then no man could be good but he was punisht.</p> +<p>Tyrants, being still more fearefull of the good</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span><p>Then of the bad, their subjects vertues ever</p> +<p>Manag'd with curbs and dangers, and esteem'd<span class="linenum">30</span></p> +<p>As shadowes and detractions to their owne.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> Now all is peace, no danger, now what followes?</p> +<p>Idlenesse rusts us, since no vertuous labour</p> +<p>Ends ought rewarded; ease, securitie,</p> +<p>Now all the palme weares. Wee made warre before<span class="linenum">35</span></p> +<p>So to prevent warre; men with giving gifts,</p> +<p>More then receiving, made our countrey strong;</p> +<p>Our matchlesse race of souldiers then would spend</p> +<p>In publike warres, not private brawles, their spirits;</p> +<p>In daring enemies, arm'd with meanest armes,<span class="linenum">40</span></p> +<p>Not courting strumpets, and consuming birth-rights</p> +<p>In apishnesse and envy of attire.</p> +<p>No labour then was harsh, no way so deepe,</p> +<p>No rocke so steepe, but if a bird could scale it,</p> +<p>Up would our youth flie to. A foe in armes<span class="linenum">45</span></p> +<p>Stirr'd up a much more lust of his encounter</p> +<p>Then of a mistresse never so be-painted.</p> +<p>Ambition then was onely scaling walles,</p> +<p>And over-topping turrets; fame was wealth;</p> +<p>Best parts, best deedes, were best nobilitie;<span class="linenum">50</span></p> +<p>Honour with worth, and wealth well got or none.</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span><p>Countries we wonne with as few men as countries:</p> +<p>Vertue subdu'd all.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i><span class="s11"> Just: and then our nobles</span></p> +<p>Lov'd vertue so, they prais'd and us'd it to;</p> +<p>Had rather doe then say; their owne deedes hearing<span class="linenum">55</span></p> +<p>By others glorified, then be so barraine</p> +<p>That their parts onely stood in praising others.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> Who could not doe, yet prais'd, and envi'd not;</p> +<p>Civile behaviour flourisht; bountie flow'd;</p> +<p>Avarice to upland boores, slaves, hang-men banisht.<span class="linenum">60</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> Tis now quite otherwise. But to note the cause</p> +<p>Of all these foule digressions and revolts</p> +<p>From our first natures, this tis in a word:</p> +<p>Since good arts faile, crafts and deceits are us'd:</p> +<p>Men ignorant are idle; idle men<span class="linenum">65</span></p> +<p>Most practise what they most may doe with ease,</p> +<p>Fashion and favour; all their studies ayming</p> +<p>At getting money, which no wise man ever</p> +<p>Fed his desires with.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i><span class="s12"> Yet now none are wise</span></p> +<p>That thinke not heavens true foolish, weigh'd with that.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_70" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_70"></a>70</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span><p>Well, thou most worthy to be greatest Guise,</p> +<p>Make with thy greatnesse a new world arise.</p> +<p>Such deprest nobles (followers of his)</p> +<p>As you, my selfe, my lord, will finde a time</p> +<p>When to revenge your wrongs.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i><span class="s20"> I make no doubt:</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_75" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_75"></a>75</span></p> +<p>In meane time, I could wish the wrong were righted</p> +<p>Of your slaine brother in law, brave Bussy D'Ambois.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> That one accident was made my charge.</p> +<p>My brother Bussy's sister (now my wife)</p> +<p>By no suite would consent to satisfie<span class="linenum">80</span></p> +<p>My love of her with marriage, till I vow'd</p> +<p>To use my utmost to revenge my brother:</p> +<p>But Clermont D'Ambois (Bussy's second brother)</p> +<p>Had, since, his apparition, and excitement</p> +<p>To suffer none but his hand in his wreake;<span class="linenum">85</span></p> +<p>Which hee hath vow'd, and so will needes acquite</p> +<p>Me of my vow made to my wife, his sister,</p> +<p>And undertake himselfe Bussy's revenge.</p> +<p>Yet loathing any way to give it act,</p> +<p>But in the noblest and most manly course,<span class="linenum">90</span></p> +<p>If th'Earle dares take it, he resolves to send</p> +<p>A challenge to him, and my selfe must beare it;</p> +<p>To which deliverie I can use no meanes,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span><p>He is so barricado'd in his house,</p> +<p>And arm'd with guard still.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i><span class="s17"> That meanes lay on mee,</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_95" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_95"></a>95</span></p> +<p>Which I can strangely make. My last lands sale,</p> +<p>By his great suite, stands now on price with him,</p> +<p>And hee (as you know) passing covetous,</p> +<p>With that blinde greedinesse that followes gaine,</p> +<p>Will cast no danger where her sweete feete tread.<span class="linenum">100</span></p> +<p>Besides, you know, his lady, by his suite</p> +<p>(Wooing as freshly as when first love shot</p> +<p>His faultlesse arrowes from her rosie eyes)</p> +<p>Now lives with him againe, and shee, I know,</p> +<p>Will joyne with all helps in her friends revenge.<span class="linenum">105</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> No doubt, my lord, and therefore let me pray you</p> +<p>To use all speede; for so on needels points</p> +<p>My wifes heart stands with haste of the revenge,</p> +<p>Being (as you know) full of her brothers fire,</p> +<p>That shee imagines I neglect my vow;<span class="linenum">110</span></p> +<p>Keepes off her kinde embraces, and still askes,</p> +<p>"When, when, will this revenge come? when perform'd</p> +<p>Will this dull vow be?" And, I vow to heaven,</p> +<p>So sternely, and so past her sexe she urges</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span><p>My vowes performance, that I almost feare<span class="linenum">115</span></p> +<p>To see her, when I have a while beene absent,</p> +<p>Not showing her, before I speake, the bloud</p> +<p>She so much thirsts for, freckling hands and face.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> Get you the challenge writ, and looke from me</p> +<p>To heare your passage clear'd no long time after. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit Ren[el].</i></span> <span class="linenum">120</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> All restitution to your worthiest lordship!</p> +<p>Whose errand I must carrie to the King,</p> +<p>As having sworne my service in the search</p> +<p>Of all such malecontents and their designes,</p> +<p>By seeming one affected with their faction<span class="linenum">125</span></p> +<p>And discontented humours gainst the state:</p> +<p>Nor doth my brother Clermont scape my counsaile</p> +<p>Given to the King about his Guisean greatnesse,</p> +<p>Which (as I spice it) hath possest the King,</p> +<p>Knowing his daring spirit, of much danger<span class="linenum">130</span></p> +<p>Charg'd in it to his person; though my conscience</p> +<p>Dare sweare him cleare of any power to be</p> +<p>Infected with the least dishonestie:</p> +<p>Yet that sinceritie, wee politicians</p> +<p>Must say, growes out of envie since it cannot<span class="linenum">135</span></p> +<p>Aspire to policies greatnesse; and the more</p> +<p>We worke on all respects of kinde and vertue,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span><p>The more our service to the King seemes great,</p> +<p>In sparing no good that seemes bad to him:</p> +<p>And the more bad we make the most of good,<span class="linenum">140</span></p> +<p>The more our policie searcheth, and our service</p> +<p>Is wonder'd at for wisedome and sincerenesse.</p> +<p>Tis easie to make good suspected still,</p> +<p>Where good, and God, are made but cloakes for ill.</p> +</div></div> + +<div class="sidenote"><a name="sidenote2" id="sidenote2"></a><i>Enter Henry, Monsieur, +Guise, Clerm[ont], Espernone, +Soisson. Monsieur taking leave of the King.</i></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza" style="margin-top: -1em;"> +<p>See Monsieur taking now his leave for Brabant;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_145" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_145"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_I_i_145">145</a></span></p> +<p>The Guise & his deare minion, Clermont D'Ambois,</p> +<p>Whispering together, not of state affaires,</p> +<p>I durst lay wagers, (though the Guise be now</p> +<p>In chiefe heate of his faction) but of some thing</p> +<p>Savouring of that which all men else despise,<span class="linenum">150</span></p> +<p>How to be truely noble, truely wise.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Monsieur.</i> See how hee hangs upon the eare of Guise,</p> +<p>Like to his jewell!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Epernon.</i><span class="s6"> Hee's now whisp'ring in</span></p> +<p>Some doctrine of stabilitie and freedome,</p> +<p>Contempt of outward greatnesse, and the guises<span class="linenum">155</span></p> +<p>That vulgar great ones make their pride and zeale,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span><p>Being onely servile traines, and sumptuous houses,</p> +<p>High places, offices.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s10"> Contempt of these</span></p> +<p>Does he read to the Guise? Tis passing needfull,</p> +<p>And hee, I thinke, makes show t'affect his doctrine.<span class="linenum">160</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ep.</i> Commends, admires it—</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s18"> And pursues another.</span></p> +<p>Tis fine hypocrisie, and cheape, and vulgar,</p> +<p>Knowne for a covert practise, yet beleev'd</p> +<p>By those abus'd soules that they teach and governe</p> +<p>No more then wives adulteries by their husbands,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_165" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_165"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_I_i_165">165</a></span></p> +<p>They bearing it with so unmov'd aspects,</p> +<p>Hot comming from it, as twere not [at] all,</p> +<p>Or made by custome nothing. This same D'Ambois</p> +<p>Hath gotten such opinion of his vertues,</p> +<p>Holding all learning but an art to live well,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_170" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_170"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_I_i_170">170</a></span></p> +<p>And showing hee hath learn'd it in his life,</p> +<p>Being thereby strong in his perswading others,</p> +<p>That this ambitious Guise, embracing him,</p> +<p>Is thought t'embrace his vertues.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span><p><i>Ep.</i><span class="s21"> Yet in some</span></p> +<p>His vertues are held false for th'others vices:<span class="linenum">175</span></p> +<p>For tis more cunning held, and much more common,</p> +<p>To suspect truth then falshood: and of both</p> +<p>Truth still fares worse, as hardly being beleev'd,</p> +<p>As tis unusuall and rarely knowne.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Ile part engendring vertue. Men affirme,<span class="linenum">180</span></p> +<p>Though this same Clermont hath a D'Ambois spirit,</p> +<p>And breathes his brothers valour, yet his temper</p> +<p>Is so much past his that you cannot move him:</p> +<p>Ile try that temper in him.—Come, you two</p> +<p>Devoure each other with your vertues zeale,<span class="linenum">185</span></p> +<p>And leave for other friends no fragment of yee:</p> +<p>I wonder, Guise, you will thus ravish him</p> +<p>Out of my bosome, that first gave the life</p> +<p>His manhood breathes spirit, and meanes, and luster.</p> +<p>What doe men thinke of me, I pray thee, Clermont?<span class="linenum">190</span></p> +<p>Once give me leave (for tryall of that love</p> +<p>That from thy brother Bussy thou inherit'st)</p> +<p>T'unclaspe thy bosome.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Clermont.</i><span class="s10"> As how, sir?</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Be a true glasse to mee, in which I may</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span><p>Behold what thoughts the many-headed beast<span class="linenum">195</span></p> +<p>And thou thy selfe breathes out concerning me,</p> +<p>My ends and new upstarted state in Brabant,</p> +<p>For which I now am bound, my higher aymes</p> +<p>Imagin'd here in France: speake, man, and let</p> +<p>Thy words be borne as naked as thy thoughts.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_200" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_200"></a>200</span></p> +<p>O were brave Bussy living!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s17"> Living, my lord!</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Tis true thou art his brother, but durst thou</p> +<p>Have brav'd the Guise; mauger his presence, courted</p> +<p>His wedded lady; emptied even the dregs</p> +<p>Of his worst thoughts of mee even to my teeth;<span class="linenum">205</span></p> +<p>Discern'd not me, his rising soveraigne,</p> +<p>From any common groome, but let me heare</p> +<p>My grossest faults, as grosse-full as they were?</p> +<p>Durst thou doe this?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s12"> I cannot tell. A man</span></p> +<p>Does never know the goodnesse of his stomacke<span class="linenum">210</span></p> +<p>Till hee sees meate before him. Were I dar'd,</p> +<p>Perhaps, as he was, I durst doe like him.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Dare then to poure out here thy freest soule</p> +<p>Of what I am.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s7"> Tis stale, he tolde you it.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> He onely jested, spake of splene and envie;<span class="linenum">215</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span><p>Thy soule, more learn'd, is more ingenuous,</p> +<p>Searching, judiciall; let me then from thee</p> +<p>Heare what I am.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s9"> What but the sole support,</span></p> +<p>And most expectant hope of all our France,</p> +<p>The toward victor of the whole Low Countryes?<span class="linenum">220</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Tush, thou wilt sing encomions of my praise!</p> +<p>Is this like D'Ambois? I must vexe the Guise,</p> +<p>Or never looke to heare free truth. Tell me,</p> +<p>For Bussy lives not; hee durst anger mee,</p> +<p>Yet, for my love, would not have fear'd to anger<span class="linenum">225</span></p> +<p>The King himselfe. Thou understand'st me, dost not?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> I shall my lord, with studie.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Dost understand thy selfe? I pray thee tell me,</p> +<p>Dost never search thy thoughts, what my designe</p> +<p>Might be to entertaine thee and thy brother?<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_230" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_230"></a>230</span></p> +<p>What turne I meant to serve with you?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Even what you please to thinke.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s24"> But what thinkst thou?</span></p> +<p>Had I no end in't, think'st?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s16"> I thinke you had.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> When I tooke in such two as you two were,</p> +<p>A ragged couple of decaid commanders,<span class="linenum">235</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span><p>When a French-crowne would plentifully serve</p> +<p>To buy you both to any thing i'th'earth—</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> So it would you.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s12"> Nay bought you both out-right,</span></p> +<p>You and your trunkes—I feare me, I offend thee.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> No, not a jot.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s10"> The most renowmed souldier,</span> <span class="linenum">240</span></p> +<p>Epaminondas (as good authors say)</p> +<p>Had no more suites then backes, but you two shar'd</p> +<p>But one suite twixt you both, when both your studies</p> +<p>Were not what meate to dine with, if your partridge,</p> +<p>Your snipe, your wood-cocke, larke, or your red hering,<span class="linenum">245</span></p> +<p>But where to begge it; whether at my house,</p> +<p>Or at the Guises (for you know you were</p> +<p>Ambitious beggars) or at some cookes-shop,</p> +<p>T'eternize the cookes trust, and score it up.</p> +<p>Dost not offend thee?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s13"> No, sir. Pray proceede.</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_250" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_250"></a>250</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> As for thy gentry, I dare boldly take</p> +<p>Thy honourable othe: and yet some say</p> +<p>Thou and thy most renowmed noble brother</p> +<p>Came to the Court first in a keele of sea-coale.</p> +<p>Dost not offend thee?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span><p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s13"> Never doubt it, sir.</span> <span class="linenum">255</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> Why doe I love thee, then? Why have I rak'd thee</p> +<p>Out of the dung-hill? cast my cast ward-robe on thee?</p> +<p>Brought thee to Court to, as I did thy brother?</p> +<p>Made yee my sawcy bon companions?</p> +<p>Taught yee to call our greatest Noblemen<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_260" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_260"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_I_i_260">260</a></span></p> +<p>By the corruption of their names—Jack, Tom?</p> +<p>Have I blowne both for nothing to this bubble?</p> +<p>Though thou art learn'd, thast no enchanting wit;</p> +<p>Or, were thy wit good, am I therefore bound</p> +<p>To keepe thee for my table?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s18"> Well, sir, 'twere</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_265" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_265"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_I_i_265">265</a></span></p> +<p>A good knights place. Many a proud dubb'd gallant</p> +<p>Seekes out a poore knights living from such emrods.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p>[<i>Mons.</i>] Or what use else should I designe thee to?</p> +<p>Perhaps you'll answere me—to be my pander.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Perhaps I shall.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s12"> Or did the slie Guise put thee</span> <span class="linenum">270</span></p> +<p>Into my bosome t'undermine my projects?</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span><p>I feare thee not; for, though I be not sure</p> +<p>I have thy heart, I know thy braine-pan yet</p> +<p>To be as emptie a dull piece of wainscot</p> +<p>As ever arm'd the scalpe of any courtier;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_275" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_275"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_I_i_275">275</a></span></p> +<p>A fellow onely that consists of sinewes;</p> +<p>Meere Swisser, apt for any execution.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> But killing of the King!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s17"> Right: now I see</span></p> +<p>Thou understand'st thy selfe.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s18"> I, and you better.</span></p> +<p>You are a Kings sonne borne.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i><span class="s18"> Right.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s24"> And a Kings brother.</span> <span class="linenum">280</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> True.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> And might not any foole have beene so too,</p> +<p>As well as you?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> A poxe upon you!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s16"> You did no princely deedes</span></p> +<p>Ere you were borne (I take it) to deserve it;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_285" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_285"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_I_i_285">285</a></span></p> +<p>Nor did you any since that I have heard;</p> +<p>Nor will doe ever any, as all thinke.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mons.</i> The Divell take him! Ile no more of him.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Guise.</i> Nay: stay, my lord, and heare him answere you.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span><p><i>Mons.</i> No more, I sweare. Farewell. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Ex[eunt] Mons[ieur], Esper[none], Soiss[on].</i></span></p> +</div></div> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i><span class="s25"> No more! Ill fortune!</span> <span class="linenum">290</span></p> +<p>I would have given a million to have heard</p> +<p>His scoffes retorted, and the insolence</p> +<p>Of his high birth and greatnesse (which were never</p> +<p>Effects of his deserts, but of his fortune)</p> +<p>Made show to his dull eyes beneath the worth<span class="linenum">295</span></p> +<p>That men aspire to by their knowing vertues,</p> +<p>Without which greatnesse is a shade, a bubble.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> But what one great man dreames of that but you?</p> +<p>All take their births and birth-rights left to them</p> +<p>(Acquir'd by others) for their owne worths purchase,<span class="linenum">300</span></p> +<p>When many a foole in both is great as they:</p> +<p>And who would thinke they could winne with their worths</p> +<p>Wealthy possessions, when, wonne to their hands,</p> +<p>They neyther can judge justly of their value,</p> +<p>Nor know their use? and therefore they are puft<span class="linenum">305</span></p> +<p>With such proud tumours as this Monsieur is,</p> +<p>Enabled onely by the goods they have</p> +<p>To scorne all goodnesse: none great fill their fortunes;</p> +<p>But as those men that make their houses greater,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span><p>Their housholds being lesse, so Fortune raises<span class="linenum">310</span></p> +<p>Huge heapes of out-side in these mightie men,</p> +<p>And gives them nothing in them.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i><span class="s21"> True as truth:</span></p> +<p>And therefore they had rather drowne their substance</p> +<p>In superfluities of brickes and stones</p> +<p>(Like Sysiphus, advancing of them ever,<span class="linenum">315</span></p> +<p>And ever pulling downe) then lay the cost</p> +<p>Of any sluttish corner on a man,</p> +<p>Built with Gods finger, and enstil'd his temple.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> Tis nobly said, my lord.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i><span class="s18"> I would have these things</span></p> +<p>Brought upon stages, to let mightie misers<span class="linenum">320</span></p> +<p>See all their grave and serious miseries plaid,</p> +<p>As once they were in Athens and olde Rome.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Nay, we must now have nothing brought on stages,</p> +<p>But puppetry, and pide ridiculous antickes:</p> +<p>Men thither come to laugh, and feede fool-fat,<span class="linenum">325</span></p> +<p>Checke at all goodnesse there, as being prophan'd:</p> +<p>When, wheresoever goodnesse comes, shee makes</p> +<p>The place still sacred, though with other feete</p> +<p>Never so much tis scandal'd and polluted.</p> +<p>Let me learne anything that fits a man,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_330" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_330"></a>330</span></p> +<p>In any stables showne, as well as stages.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span><p><i>Bal.</i> Why, is not all the world esteem'd a stage?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Yes, and right worthily; and stages too</p> +<p>Have a respect due to them, if but onely</p> +<p>For what the good Greeke moralist sayes of them:<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_335" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_335"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_I_i_335">335</a></span></p> +<p>"Is a man proud of greatnesse, or of riches?</p> +<p>Give me an expert actor, Ile shew all,</p> +<p>That can within his greatest glory fall.</p> +<p>Is a man fraid with povertie and lownesse?</p> +<p>Give me an actor, Ile shew every eye<span class="linenum">340</span></p> +<p>What hee laments so, and so much doth flye,</p> +<p>The best and worst of both." If but for this then,</p> +<p>To make the proudest out-side that most swels</p> +<p>With things without him, and above his worth,</p> +<p>See how small cause hee has to be so blowne up;<span class="linenum">345</span></p> +<p>And the most poore man, to be griev'd with poorenesse,</p> +<p>Both being so easily borne by expert actors,</p> +<p>The stage and actors are not so contemptfull</p> +<p>As every innovating Puritane,</p> +<p>And ignorant sweater out of zealous envie<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_350" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_350"></a>350</span></p> +<p>Would have the world imagine. And besides</p> +<p>That all things have been likened to the mirth</p> +<p>Us'd upon stages, and for stages fitted,</p> +<p>The splenative philosopher, that ever</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span><p>Laught at them all, were worthy the enstaging.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_355" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_i_355"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_I_i_355">355</a></span></p> +<p>All objects, were they ne'er so full of teares,</p> +<p>He so conceited that he could distill thence</p> +<p>Matter that still fed his ridiculous humour.</p> +<p>Heard he a lawyer, never so vehement pleading,</p> +<p>Hee stood and laught. Heard hee a trades-man swearing,<span class="linenum">360</span></p> +<p>Never so thriftily selling of his wares,</p> +<p>He stood and laught. Heard hee an holy brother,</p> +<p>For hollow ostentation, at his prayers</p> +<p>Ne'er so impetuously, hee stood and laught.</p> +<p>Saw hee a great man never so insulting,<span class="linenum">365</span></p> +<p>Severely inflicting, gravely giving lawes,</p> +<p>Not for their good, but his, hee stood and laught.</p> +<p>Saw hee a youthfull widow</p> +<p>Never so weeping, wringing of her hands</p> +<p>For her lost lord, still the philosopher laught.<span class="linenum">370</span></p> +<p>Now whether hee suppos'd all these presentments</p> +<p>Were onely maskeries, and wore false faces,</p> +<p>Or else were simply vaine, I take no care;</p> +<p>But still hee laught, how grave soere they were.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> And might right well, my Clermont; and for this<span class="linenum">375</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span><p>Vertuous digression we will thanke the scoffes</p> +<p>Of vicious Monsieur. But now for the maine point</p> +<p>Of your late resolution for revenge</p> +<p>Of your slaine friend.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s12"> I have here my challenge,</span></p> +<p>Which I will pray my brother Baligny<span class="linenum">380</span></p> +<p>To beare the murtherous Earle.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i><span class="s21"> I have prepar'd</span></p> +<p>Meanes for accesse to him, through all his guard.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> About it then, my worthy Baligny,</p> +<p>And bring us the successe.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i><span class="s17"> I will, my lord.</span> <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_I_i_145" id="lnote_Revenge_I_i_145"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_i_145"><i>Enter Henry . . . King</i>.</a> Placed by editor after 144 instead of 145, as +in Q. <i>Soisson</i>. Ed.; Q, Foisson.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_I_i_165" id="lnote_Revenge_I_i_165"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_i_165">167</a> <i>at</i>. Added by ed.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_I_i_170" id="lnote_Revenge_I_i_170"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_i_170">174</a> <i>t'embrace</i>. Ed.; Q, t'mbrace.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_I_i_260" id="lnote_Revenge_I_i_260"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_i_260">260</a> <i>Noblemen</i>. Two words in Q.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_I_i_265" id="lnote_Revenge_I_i_265"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_i_265">268</a> <i>Mons</i>. Q omits; added in MS. in one of the copies in the Brit. +Mus.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_I_i_275" id="lnote_Revenge_I_i_275"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_i_275">278-284</a> The lines are broken in the Q at <i>King</i>, <i>see</i>, <i>selfe</i>, +<i>better</i>, <i>Right</i>, <i>True</i>, <i>too</i>, <i>upon you</i>, <i>deedes</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_I_i_285" id="lnote_Revenge_I_i_285"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_i_285">285</a> <i>you were</i>. Shepherd, Phelps; Q, you're.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_I_i_335" id="lnote_Revenge_I_i_335"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_i_335">335</a> <i>moralist</i>. Shepherd, Phelps; Q, Moralists.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_I_i_355" id="lnote_Revenge_I_i_355"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_i_355">359-61</a> <i>Heard . . . wares</i>. So punctuated by ed.; Q, Heard hee a +trades-man swearing | Never so thriftily (selling of his wares).</p></div> + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /> + +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;">[<a name="Revenge_I_ii" id="Revenge_I_ii"></a><span class="smcap">Scæna Secunda.</span></h2> + +<p class="center"><i>A Room in Montsurry's house.</i>]</p> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Tamyra sola.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tamyra.</i> Revenge, that ever red sitt'st in the eyes</p> +<p>Of injur'd ladies, till we crowne thy browes</p> +<p>With bloudy lawrell, and receive from thee</p> +<p>Justice for all our honours injurie;</p> +<p>Whose wings none flye that wrath or tyrannie<span class="linenum">5</span></p> +<p>Have ruthlesse made and bloudy, enter here,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span><p>Enter, O enter! and, though length of time</p> +<p>Never lets any scape thy constant justice,</p> +<p>Yet now prevent that length. Flye, flye, and here</p> +<p>Fixe thy steele foot-steps; here, O here, where still<span class="linenum">10</span></p> +<p>Earth (mov'd with pittie) yeelded and embrac'd</p> +<p>My loves faire figure, drawne in his deare bloud,</p> +<p>And mark'd the place, to show thee where was done</p> +<p>The cruell'st murther that ere fled the sunne.</p> +<p>O Earth! why keep'st thou not as well his spirit,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_15" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_15"></a>15</span></p> +<p>To give his forme life? No, that was not earthly;</p> +<p>That (rarefying the thinne and yeelding ayre)</p> +<p>Flew sparkling up into the sphære of fire</p> +<p>Whence endlesse flames it sheds in my desire.</p> +<p>Here be my daily pallet; here all nights<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_20" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_20"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_I_ii_20">20</a></span></p> +<p>That can be wrested from thy rivals armes,</p> +<p>O my deare Bussy, I will lye, and kisse</p> +<p>Spirit into thy bloud, or breathe out mine</p> +<p>In sighes, and kisses, and sad tunes to thine. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>She sings.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Montsurry.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Montsurry.</i> Still on this hant? Still shall adulterous bloud<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_25" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_25"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_I_ii_25">25</a></span></p> +<p>Affect thy spirits? Thinke, for shame, but this,</p> +<p>This bloud, that cockatrice-like thus thou brood'st,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span><p>To dry is to breede any quench to thine.</p> +<p>And therefore now (if onely for thy lust</p> +<p>A little cover'd with a vaile of shame)<span class="linenum">30</span></p> +<p>Looke out for fresh life, rather then witch-like</p> +<p>Learne to kisse horror, and with death engender.</p> +<p>Strange crosse in nature, purest virgine shame</p> +<p>Lies in the bloud as lust lyes; and together</p> +<p>Many times mixe too; and in none more shamefull<span class="linenum">35</span></p> +<p>Then in the shamefac't. Who can then distinguish</p> +<p>Twixt their affections; or tell when hee meetes</p> +<p>With one not common? Yet, as worthiest poets</p> +<p>Shunne common and plebeian formes of speech,</p> +<p>Every illiberall and affected phrase,<span class="linenum">40</span></p> +<p>To clothe their matter, and together tye</p> +<p>Matter and forme with art and decencie;</p> +<p>So worthiest women should shunne vulgar guises,</p> +<p>And though they cannot but flye out for change,</p> +<p>Yet modestie, the matter of their lives,<span class="linenum">45</span></p> +<p>Be it adulterate, should be painted true</p> +<p>With modest out-parts; what they should doe still</p> +<p>Grac'd with good show, though deedes be ne'er so ill.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tamy.</i> That is so farre from all yee seeke of us</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span><p>That (though your selves be common as the ayre)<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_50" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_50"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_I_ii_50">50</a></span></p> +<p>We must not take the ayre, wee must not fit</p> +<p>Our actions to our owne affections:</p> +<p>But as geometricians (you still say)</p> +<p>Teach that no lines, nor superficies,</p> +<p>Doe move themselves, but still accompanie<span class="linenum">55</span></p> +<p>The motions of their bodies; so poore wives</p> +<p>Must not pursue, nor have their owne affections,</p> +<p>But to their husbands earnests, and their jests,</p> +<p>To their austerities of lookes, and laughters,</p> +<p>(Though ne'er so foolish and injurious)<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_60" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_60"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_I_ii_60">60</a></span></p> +<p>Like parasites and slaves, fit their disposures.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> I usde thee as my soule, to move and rule me.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tamy.</i> So said you, when you woo'd. So souldiers tortur'd</p> +<p>With tedious sieges of some wel-wall'd towne,</p> +<p>Propound conditions of most large contents,<span class="linenum">65</span></p> +<p>Freedome of lawes, all former government;</p> +<p>But having once set foote within the wals,</p> +<p>And got the reynes of power into their hands,</p> +<p>Then doe they tyrannize at their owne rude swindges,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span><p>Seaze all their goods, their liberties, and lives,<span class="linenum">70</span></p> +<p>And make advantage, and their lusts, their lawes.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> But love me, and performe a wifes part yet,</p> +<p>With all my love before, I sweare forgivenesse.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tamy.</i> Forgivenesse! that grace you should seeke of mee:</p> +<p>These tortur'd fingers and these stab'd-through armes<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_75" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_75"></a>75</span></p> +<p>Keepe that law in their wounds yet unobserv'd,</p> +<p>And ever shall.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s7"> Remember their deserts.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> Those with faire warnings might have beene reform'd,</p> +<p>Not these unmanly rages. You have heard</p> +<p>The fiction of the north winde and the sunne,<span class="linenum">80</span></p> +<p>Both working on a traveller, and contending</p> +<p>Which had most power to take his cloake from him:</p> +<p>Which when the winde attempted, hee roar'd out</p> +<p>Outragious blasts at him to force it off,</p> +<p>That wrapt it closer on: when the calme sunne<span class="linenum">85</span></p> +<p>(The winde once leaving) charg'd him with still beames,</p> +<p>Quiet and fervent, and therein was constant,</p> +<p>Which made him cast off both his cloake and coate;</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span><p>Like whom should men doe. If yee wish your wives</p> +<p>Should leave dislik'd things, seeke it not with rage,<span class="linenum">90</span></p> +<p>For that enrages; what yee give, yee have:</p> +<p>But use calme warnings, and kinde manly meanes,</p> +<p>And that in wives most prostitute will winne</p> +<p>Not onely sure amends, but make us wives</p> +<p>Better then those that ne'er led faultie lives.<span class="linenum">95</span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter a Souldier.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Soldier.</i> My lord.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s9"> How now; would any speake with me?</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Sold.</i> I, sir.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s4"> Perverse, and traiterous miscreant!</span></p> +<p>Where are your other fellowes of my guard?</p> +<p>Have I not told you I will speake with none</p> +<p>But Lord Renel?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Sold.</i><span class="s9"> And it is hee that stayes you.</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_100" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_100"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_I_ii_100">100</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> O, is it he? Tis well: attend him in. <span class="ilstagedir">[<i>Exit Soldier.</i>]</span></p> +<p>I must be vigilant; the Furies haunt mee.</p> +<p>Doe you heare, dame?</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Renel, with the Souldier.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Renel [aside, to the Soldier].</i> Be true now, for your ladies injur'd sake,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span><p>Whose bountie you have so much cause to honour:<span class="linenum">105</span></p> +<p>For her respect is chiefe in this designe,</p> +<p>And therefore serve it; call out of the way</p> +<p>All your confederate fellowes of his guard,</p> +<p>Till Monsieur Baligny be enter'd here.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Sold.</i> Upon your honour, my lord shall be free<span class="linenum">110</span></p> +<p>From any hurt, you say?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> Free as my selfe. Watch then, and cleare his entrie.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Sold.</i> I will not faile, my lord. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit Souldier.</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i><span class="s19"> God save your lordship!</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> My noblest Lord Renel! past all men welcome!</p> +<p>Wife, welcome his lordship. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Osculatur.</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> [<i>to Tam.</i>]<span class="s10"> I much joy</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_115" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_115"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_I_ii_115">115</a></span></p> +<p>In your returne here.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tamy.</i><span class="s11"> You doe more then I.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Shee's passionate still, to thinke we ever parted</p> +<p>By my too sterne injurious jelousie.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> Tis well your lordship will confesse your errour</p> +<p>In so good time yet.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Baligny, with a challenge.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s11"> Death! who have wee here?</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_120" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_120"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_I_ii_120">120</a></span></p> +<p>Ho! Guard! Villaines!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span><p><i>Baligny.</i><span class="s10"> Why exclaime you so?</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Negligent trayters! Murther, murther, murther!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> Y'are mad. Had mine entent beene so, like yours,</p> +<p>It had beene done ere this.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i><span class="s17"> Sir, your intent,</span></p> +<p>And action too, was rude to enter thus.<span class="linenum">125</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> Y'are a decaid lord to tell me of rudenesse,</p> +<p>As much decaid in manners as in meanes.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> You talke of manners, that thus rudely thrust</p> +<p>Upon a man that's busie with his wife!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> And kept your lordship then the dore?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i><span class="s30"> The dore!</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_130" id="lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_130"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_I_ii_130">130</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Sweet lord, forbeare. Show, show your purpose, sir,</p> +<p>To move such bold feete into others roofes.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> This is my purpose, sir; from Clermont D'Ambois</p> +<p>I bring this challenge.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s11"> Challenge! Ile touch none.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> Ile leave it here then.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i><span class="s16"> Thou shall leave thy life first.</span> <span class="linenum">135</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Murther, murther!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span><p><i>Ren.</i><span class="s16"> Retire, my lord; get off.</span></p> +<p class="stagedir"><i>They all fight and Bal[igny] drives in Mont[surry].</i></p> +<p>Hold, or thy death shall hold thee. Hence, my lord!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> There lye the chalenge. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit Mon[tsurry].</i></span></p> +</div></div> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i><span class="s17"> Was not this well handled?</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> Nobly, my lord. All thankes. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit Bal[igny].</i></span></p> +</div></div> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tamy.</i><span class="s20"> Ile make him reade it.</span> <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit Tamy[ra].</i></span></p> +</div></div> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> This was a sleight well maskt. O what is man,<span class="linenum">140</span></p> +<p>Unlesse he be a politician! <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Finis Actus primi.</i></p> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#Revenge_I_ii">4</a> <i>honours</i>. Emended by Phelps; Q, humors.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_I_ii_20" id="lnote_Revenge_I_ii_20"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_20"><i>Enter Montsurry.</i></a> Emended by all editors; Q, Monsieur.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_I_ii_25" id="lnote_Revenge_I_ii_25"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_25">28</a> <i>dry</i>. Emended by all editors; Q, dye.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_I_ii_50" id="lnote_Revenge_I_ii_50"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_50">52</a> <i>affections</i>. Q, affectons.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_I_ii_60" id="lnote_Revenge_I_ii_60"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_60">62</a> <i>Mont.</i> Emended here, and in the stage-directions to the +end of the Scene, by Shepherd, Phelps; Q, <i>Mons.</i></p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_I_ii_100" id="lnote_Revenge_I_ii_100"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_100">100</a> <i>it is</i>. Ed.; Q, tis.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_I_ii_115" id="lnote_Revenge_I_ii_115"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_115">115-16.</a> Broken in Q at <i>lordship</i>, <i>here</i>, <i>I</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_I_ii_120" id="lnote_Revenge_I_ii_120"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_120">123</a> <i>Y'are</i>. Emended by Shepherd, Phelps; Q, Ye'are.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_I_ii_130" id="lnote_Revenge_I_ii_130"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_130">134-36.</a> Broken in Q at first <i>challenge</i>, <i>then</i>, <i>murther</i>, +<i>get off</i>.</p></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="Revenge_II_i" id="Revenge_II_i"></a><span class="smcap">Actus secundi Scæna prima.</span></h2> + +<p class="center">[<i>A Room at the Court.</i>]</p> + + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Henry, Baligny.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henry.</i> Come, Baligny, we now are private; say,</p> +<p>What service bring'st thou? make it short; the Guise</p> +<p>(Whose friend thou seem'st) is now in Court, and neare,</p> +<p>And may observe us.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Baligny.</i><span class="s10"> This, sir, then, in short.</span></p> +<p>The faction of the Guise (with which my policie,<span class="linenum">5</span></p> +<p>For service to your Highnesse, seemes to joyne)</p> +<p>Growes ripe, and must be gather'd into hold;</p> +<p>Of which my brother Clermont being a part</p> +<p>Exceeding capitall, deserves to have</p> +<p>A capitall eye on him. And (as you may<span class="linenum">10</span></p> +<p>With best advantage, and your speediest charge)</p> +<p>Command his apprehension: which (because</p> +<p>The Court, you know, is strong in his defence)</p> +<p>Wee must aske country swindge and open fields.</p> +<p>And therefore I have wrought him to goe downe<span class="linenum">15</span></p> +<p>To Cambray with me (of which government</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span><p>Your Highnesse bountie made mee your lieutenant),</p> +<p>Where when I have him, I will leave my house,</p> +<p>And faine some service out about the confines;</p> +<p>When, in the meane time, if you please to give<span class="linenum">20</span></p> +<p>Command to my lieutenant, by your letters,</p> +<p>To traine him to some muster, where he may</p> +<p>(Much to his honour) see for him your forces</p> +<p>Put into battaile, when hee comes, hee may</p> +<p>With some close stratageme be apprehended:<span class="linenum">25</span></p> +<p>For otherwise your whole powers there will faile</p> +<p>To worke his apprehension: and with that</p> +<p>My hand needes never be discern'd therein.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Hen.</i> Thankes, honest Baligny.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i><span class="s20"> Your Highnesse knowes</span></p> +<p>I will be honest, and betray for you<span class="linenum">30</span></p> +<p>Brother and father; for I know (my lord)</p> +<p>Treacherie for Kings is truest loyaltie,</p> +<p>Nor is to beare the name of treacherie,</p> +<p>But grave, deepe policie. All acts that seeme</p> +<p>Ill in particular respects are good<span class="linenum">35</span></p> +<p>As they respect your universal rule:</p> +<p>As in the maine sway of the Universe</p> +<p>The supreame Rectors generall decrees,</p> +<p>To guard the mightie globes of earth and heaven,</p> +<p>Since they make good that guard to preservation<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_II_i_40" id="lnumber_Revenge_II_i_40"></a>40</span></p> +<p>Of both those in their order and first end,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span><p>No mans particular (as hee thinkes) wrong</p> +<p>Must hold him wrong'd; no, not though all mens reasons,</p> +<p>All law, all conscience, concludes it wrong.</p> +<p>Nor is comparison a flatterer<span class="linenum">45</span></p> +<p>To liken you here to the King of Kings;</p> +<p>Nor any mans particular offence</p> +<p>Against the worlds sway, to offence at yours</p> +<p>In any subject; who as little may</p> +<p>Grudge at their particular wrong, if so it seeme<span class="linenum">50</span></p> +<p>For th'universall right of your estate,</p> +<p>As, being a subject of the worlds whole sway</p> +<p>As well as yours, and being a righteous man</p> +<p>To whom heaven promises defence, and blessing,</p> +<p>Brought to decay, disgrace, and quite defencelesse,<span class="linenum">55</span></p> +<p>Hee may complaine of heaven for wrong to him.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Hen.</i> Tis true: the simile at all parts holds,</p> +<p>As all good subjects hold, that love our favour.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> Which is our heaven here; and a miserie</p> +<p>Incomparable, and most truely hellish,<span class="linenum">60</span></p> +<p>To live depriv'd of our Kings grace and countenance,</p> +<p>Without which best conditions are most cursed:</p> +<p>Life of that nature, howsoever short,</p> +<p>Is a most lingering and tedious life;</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span><p>Or rather no life, but a languishing,<span class="linenum">65</span></p> +<p>And an abuse of life.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Hen.</i><span class="s13"> Tis well conceited.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> I thought it not amisse to yeeld your Highness</p> +<p>A reason of my speeches; lest perhaps</p> +<p>You might conceive I flatter'd: which (I know)</p> +<p>Of all ils under heaven you most abhorre.<span class="linenum">70</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Hen.</i> Still thou art right, my vertuous Baligny,</p> +<p>For which I thanke and love thee. Thy advise</p> +<p>Ile not forget. Haste to thy government,</p> +<p>And carry D'Ambois with thee. So farewell. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit.</i></span></p> +</div></div> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> Your Majestie fare ever like it selfe.<span class="linenum">75</span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Guise.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Guise.</i> My sure friend Baligny!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i><span class="s21"> Noblest of princes!</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> How stands the state of Cambray?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i><span class="s28"> Strong, my lord,</span></p> +<p>And fit for service: for whose readinesse</p> +<p>Your creature, Clermont D'Ambois, and my selfe</p> +<p>Ride shortly downe.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i><span class="s12"> That Clermont is my love;</span> <span class="linenum">80</span></p> +<p>France never bred a nobler gentleman</p> +<p>For all parts; he exceeds his brother Bussy.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> I, my lord?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span><p><i>Gui.</i><span class="s9"> Farre: because (besides his valour)</span></p> +<p>Hee hath the crowne of man and all his parts,</p> +<p>Which Learning is; and that so true and vertuous<span class="linenum">85</span></p> +<p>That it gives power to doe as well as say</p> +<p>What ever fits a most accomplisht man;</p> +<p>Which Bussy, for his valours season, lackt;</p> +<p>And so was rapt with outrage oftentimes</p> +<p>Beyond decorum; where this absolute Clermont,<span class="linenum">90</span></p> +<p>Though (onely for his naturall zeale to right)</p> +<p>Hee will be fiery, when hee sees it crost,</p> +<p>And in defence of it, yet when he lists</p> +<p>Hee can containe that fire, as hid in embers.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> No question, hee's a true, learn'd gentleman.<span class="linenum">95</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> He is as true as tides, or any starre</p> +<p>Is in his motion; and for his rare learning,</p> +<p>Hee is not (as all else are that seeke knowledge)</p> +<p>Of taste so much deprav'd that they had rather</p> +<p>Delight and satisfie themselves to drinke<span class="linenum">100</span></p> +<p>Of the streame troubled, wandring ne'er so farre</p> +<p>From the cleare fount, then of the fount it selfe.</p> +<p>In all, Romes Brutus is reviv'd in him,</p> +<p>Whom hee of industry doth imitate;</p> +<p>Or rather, as great Troys Euphorbus was<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_II_i_105" id="lnumber_Revenge_II_i_105"></a>105</span></p> +<p>After Pithagoras, so is Brutus, Clermont.</p> +<p>And, were not Brutus a conspirator—</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span><p><i>Bal.</i> Conspirator, my lord! Doth that empaire him?</p> +<p>Cæsar beganne to tyrannize; and when vertue,</p> +<p>Nor the religion of the Gods, could serve<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_II_i_110" id="lnumber_Revenge_II_i_110"></a>110</span></p> +<p>To curbe the insolence of his proud lawes,</p> +<p>Brutus would be the Gods just instrument.</p> +<p>What said the Princesse, sweet Antigone,</p> +<p>In the grave Greeke tragedian, when the question</p> +<p>Twixt her and Creon is for lawes of Kings?<span class="linenum">115</span></p> +<p>Which when he urges, shee replies on him</p> +<p>Though his lawes were a Kings, they were not Gods;</p> +<p>Nor would shee value Creons written lawes</p> +<p>With Gods unwrit edicts, since they last not</p> +<p>This day and the next, but every day and ever,<span class="linenum">120</span></p> +<p>Where Kings lawes alter every day and houre,</p> +<p>And in that change imply a bounded power.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Well, let us leave these vaine disputings what</p> +<p>Is to be done, and fall to doing something.</p> +<p>When are you for your government in Cambray?<span class="linenum">125</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> When you command, my lord.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i><span class="s24"> Nay, that's not fit.</span></p> +<p>Continue your designements with the King,</p> +<p>With all your service; onely, if I send,</p> +<p>Respect me as your friend, and love my Clermont.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span><p><i>Bal.</i> Your Highnesse knowes my vowes.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i><span class="s28"> I, tis enough.</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_II_i_130" id="lnumber_Revenge_II_i_130"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_II_i_130">130</a></span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="stagedir"><i>Exit Guise. Manet Bal[igny].</i></p> + +<div class="sidenote"><p><ins class="greekcorr" title="Amêchanon de pantos">Ἀμήχανον δὲ παντὸς</ins>, &c.</p> + +<p><i>Impossible est viri cognoscere mentem ac voluntatem, priusquam in +Magistratibus apparet.</i></p> + +<p class="right">Sopho. <i>Antig.</i></p></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> Thus must wee play on both sides, and thus harten</p> +<p>In any ill those men whose good wee hate.</p> +<p>Kings may doe what they list, and for Kings, subjects,</p> +<p>Eyther exempt from censure or exception;</p> +<p>For, as no mans worth can be justly judg'd <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_II_i_135" id="lnumber_Revenge_II_i_135"></a>135</span></p> +<p>But when he shines in some authoritie,</p> +<p>So no authoritie should suffer censure</p> +<p>But by a man of more authoritie.</p> +<p>Great vessels into lesse are emptied never,</p> +<p>There's a redoundance past their continent ever.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_II_i_140" id="lnumber_Revenge_II_i_140"></a>140</span></p> +<p>These <i>virtuosi</i> are the poorest creatures;</p> +<p>For looke how spinners weave out of themselves</p> +<p>Webs, whose strange matter none before can see;</p> +<p>So these, out of an unseene good in vertue,</p> +<p>Make arguments of right and comfort in her,<span class="linenum">145</span></p> +<p>That clothe them like the poore web of a spinner.</p> +</div></div> + + +<p class="center"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span><i>Enter Clermont.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Clermont.</i> Now, to my challenge. What's the place, the weapon?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> Soft, sir! let first your challenge be received.</p> +<p>Hee would not touch, nor see it.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s21"> Possible!</span></p> +<p>How did you then?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i><span class="s12"> Left it, in his despight.</span> <span class="linenum">150</span></p> +<p>But when hee saw mee enter so expectlesse,</p> +<p>To heare his base exclaimes of "murther, murther,"</p> +<p>Made mee thinke noblesse lost, in him quicke buried.</p> +</div></div> + +<div class="sidenote"><a name="sidenote_Epict" id="sidenote_Epict"></a><p><i>Quo mollius degunt, eo servilius.</i></p> + +<p class="right">Epict.</p></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> They are the breathing sepulchres of noblesse:</p> +<p>No trulier noble men then lions pictures,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_II_i_155" id="lnumber_Revenge_II_i_155"></a>155</span></p> +<p>Hung up for signes, are lions. Who knowes not</p> +<p>That lyons the more soft kept, are more servile?</p> +<p>And looke how lyons close kept, fed by hand,</p> +<p>Lose quite th'innative fire of spirit and greatnesse</p> +<p>That lyons free breathe, forraging for prey,<span class="linenum">160</span></p> +<p>And grow so grosse that mastifes, curs, and mungrils</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span><p>Have spirit to cow them: so our soft French Nobles</p> +<p>Chain'd up in ease and numbd securitie</p> +<p>(Their spirits shrunke up like their covetous fists,</p> +<p>And never opened but Domitian-like,<span class="linenum">165</span></p> +<p>And all his base, obsequious minions</p> +<p>When they were catching though it were but flyes),</p> +<p>Besotted with their pezzants love of gaine,</p> +<p>Rusting at home, and on each other preying,</p> +<p>Are for their greatnesse but the greater slaves,<span class="linenum">170</span></p> +<p>And none is noble but who scrapes and saves.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> Tis base, tis base; and yet they thinke them high.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> So children mounted on their hobby-horse</p> +<p>Thinke they are riding, when with wanton toile</p> +<p>They beare what should beare them. A man may well<span class="linenum">175</span></p> +<p>Compare them to those foolish great-spleen'd cammels,</p> +<p>That to their high heads beg'd of Jove hornes higher;</p> +<p>Whose most uncomely and ridiculous pride</p> +<p>When hee had satisfied, they could not use,</p> +<p>But where they went upright before, they stoopt,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_II_i_180" id="lnumber_Revenge_II_i_180"></a>180</span></p> +<p>And bore their heads much lower for their hornes: <span class="ilstagedir">Simil[iter.]</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span><p>As these high men doe, low in all true grace,</p> +<p>Their height being priviledge to all things base.</p> +<p>And as the foolish poet that still writ</p> +<p>All his most selfe-lov'd verse in paper royall,<span class="linenum">185</span></p> +<p>Or partchment rul'd with lead, smooth'd with the pumice,</p> +<p>Bound richly up, and strung with crimson strings;</p> +<p>Never so blest as when hee writ and read</p> +<p>The ape-lov'd issue of his braine; and never</p> +<p>But joying in himselfe, admiring ever:<span class="linenum">190</span></p> +<p>Yet in his workes behold him, and hee show'd</p> +<p>Like to a ditcher. So these painted men,</p> +<p>All set on out-side, looke upon within,</p> +<p>And not a pezzants entrailes you shall finde</p> +<p>More foule and mezel'd, nor more sterv'd of minde.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_II_i_195" id="lnumber_Revenge_II_i_195"></a>195</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> That makes their bodies fat. I faine would know</p> +<p>How many millions of our other Nobles</p> +<p>Would make one Guise. There is a true tenth Worthy,</p> +<p>Who, did not one act onely blemish him—</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> One act! what one?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i><span class="s17"> One that (though yeeres past done)</span> <span class="linenum">200</span></p> +<p>Stickes by him still, and will distaine him ever.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Good heaven! wherein? what one act can you name</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span><p>Suppos'd his staine that Ile not prove his luster?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> To satisfie you, twas the Massacre.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> The Massacre! I thought twas some such blemish.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_II_i_205" id="lnumber_Revenge_II_i_205"></a>205</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> O, it was hainous!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s14"> To a brutish sense,</span></p> +<p>But not a manly reason. Wee so tender</p> +<p>The vile part in us that the part divine</p> +<p>We see in hell, and shrinke not. Who was first</p> +<p>Head of that Massacre?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i><span class="s16"> The Guise.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s24"> Tis nothing so.</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_II_i_210" id="lnumber_Revenge_II_i_210"></a>210</span></p> +<p>Who was in fault for all the slaughters made</p> +<p>In Ilion, and about it? Were the Greekes?</p> +<p>Was it not Paris ravishing the Queene</p> +<p>Of Lacædemon; breach of shame and faith,</p> +<p>And all the lawes of hospitalitie?<span class="linenum">215</span></p> +<p>This is the beastly slaughter made of men,</p> +<p>When truth is over-throwne, his lawes corrupted;</p> +<p>When soules are smother'd in the flatter'd flesh,</p> +<p>Slaine bodies are no more then oxen slaine.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> Differ not men from oxen?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s20"> Who sayes so?</span> <span class="linenum">220</span></p> +<p>But see wherein; in the understanding rules</p> +<p>Of their opinions, lives, and actions;</p> +<p>In their communities of faith and reason.</p> +<p>Was not the wolfe that nourisht Romulus</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span><p>More humane then the men that did expose him?<span class="linenum">225</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> That makes against you.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s18"> Not, sir, if you note</span></p> +<p>That by that deede, the actions difference make</p> +<p>Twixt men and beasts, and not their names nor formes.</p> +<p>Had faith, nor shame, all hospitable rights</p> +<p>Beene broke by Troy, Greece had not made that slaughter.<span class="linenum">230</span></p> +<p>Had that beene sav'd (sayes a philosopher)</p> +<p>The Iliads and Odysses had beene lost.</p> +<p>Had Faith and true Religion beene prefer'd</p> +<p>Religious Guise had never massacerd.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> Well, sir, I cannot, when I meete with you,<span class="linenum">235</span></p> +<p>But thus digresse a little, for my learning,</p> +<p>From any other businesse I entend.</p> +<p>But now the voyage we resolv'd for Cambray,</p> +<p>I told the Guise, beginnes; and wee must haste.</p> +<p>And till the Lord Renel hath found some meane<span class="linenum">240</span></p> +<p>(Conspiring with the Countesse) to make sure</p> +<p>Your sworne wreake on her husband, though this fail'd,</p> +<p>In my so brave command wee'll spend the time,</p> +<p>Sometimes in training out in skirmishes</p> +<p>And battailes all our troopes and companies;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_II_i_245" id="lnumber_Revenge_II_i_245"></a>245</span></p> +<p>And sometimes breathe your brave Scotch running horse,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span><p>That great Guise gave you, that all th'horse in France</p> +<p>Farre over-runnes at every race and hunting</p> +<p>Both of the hare and deere. You shall be honor'd</p> +<p>Like the great Guise himselfe, above the King.<span class="linenum">250</span></p> +<p>And (can you but appease your great-spleen'd sister</p> +<p>For our delaid wreake of your brothers slaughter)</p> +<p>At all parts you'll be welcom'd to your wonder.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Ile see my lord the Guise againe before</p> +<p>Wee take our journey?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i><span class="s15"> O, sir, by all meanes;</span> <span class="linenum">255</span></p> +<p>You cannot be too carefull of his love,</p> +<p>That ever takes occasion to be raising</p> +<p>Your virtues past the reaches of this age,</p> +<p>And rankes you with the best of th'ancient Romanes.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> That praise at no part moves mee, but the worth<span class="linenum">260</span></p> +<p>Of all hee can give others spher'd in him.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> Hee yet is thought to entertaine strange aymes.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> He may be well; yet not, as you thinke, strange.</p> +<p>His strange aymes are to crosse the common custome</p> +<p>Of servile Nobles; in which hee's so ravisht,<span class="linenum">265</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span><p>That quite the earth he leaves, and up hee leapes</p> +<p>On Atlas shoulders, and from thence lookes downe,</p> +<p>Viewing how farre off other high ones creepe;</p> +<p>Rich, poore of reason, wander; all pale looking,</p> +<p>And trembling but to thinke of their sure deaths,<span class="linenum">270</span></p> +<p>Their lives so base are, and so rancke their breaths.</p> +<p>Which I teach Guise to heighten, and make sweet</p> +<p>With lifes deare odors, a good minde and name;</p> +<p>For which hee onely loves me, and deserves</p> +<p>My love and life, which through all deaths I vow:<span class="linenum">275</span></p> +<p>Resolving this (what ever change can be)</p> +<p>Thou hast created, thou hast ruinde mee. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Finis Actus secundi.</i></p> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_II_i_130" id="lnote_Revenge_II_i_130"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_II_i_130"><ins class="greekcorr" title="Amêchanon">Ἀμήχανον</ins></a> (misprinted <ins class="greekcorr" title="Aukchanou">Αυκχανου</ins>) . . . <i>Antig.</i> +In left margin of Q.</p></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="Revenge_III_i" id="Revenge_III_i"></a><span class="smcap">Actus tertii Scæna prima.</span></h2> + +<p class="center">[<i>A Parade-Ground near Cambrai.</i>]</p> + + +<p class="sectctr"><i>A march of Captaines over the Stage.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Maillard, Chalon, Aumall following with Souldiers.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maillard.</i> These troopes and companies come in with wings:</p> +<p>So many men, so arm'd, so gallant horse,</p> +<p>I thinke no other government in France</p> +<p>So soone could bring together. With such men</p> +<p>Me thinkes a man might passe th'insulting Pillars<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_i_5" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_i_5"></a>5</span></p> +<p>Of Bacchus and Alcides.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Chalon.</i><span class="s13"> I much wonder</span></p> +<p>Our Lord Lieutenant brought his brother downe</p> +<p>To feast and honour him, and yet now leaves him</p> +<p>At such an instance.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i><span class="s12"> Twas the Kings command;</span></p> +<p>For whom he must leave brother, wife, friend, all things.<span class="linenum">10</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aumale.</i> The confines of his government, whose view</p> +<p>Is the pretext of his command, hath neede</p> +<p>Of no such sodaine expedition.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span><p><i>Mail.</i> Wee must not argue that. The Kings command</p> +<p>Is neede and right enough: and that he serves,<span class="linenum">15</span></p> +<p>(As all true subjects should) without disputing.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Chal.</i> But knowes not hee of your command to take</p> +<p>His brother Clermont?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i><span class="s13"> No: the Kings will is</span></p> +<p>Expressely to conceale his apprehension</p> +<p>From my Lord Governour. Observ'd yee not?<span class="linenum">20</span></p> +<p>Againe peruse the letters. Both you are</p> +<p>Made my assistants, and have right and trust</p> +<p>In all the waightie secrets like my selfe.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i> Tis strange a man that had, through his life past,</p> +<p>So sure a foote in vertue and true knowledge<span class="linenum">25</span></p> +<p>As Clermont D'Ambois, should be now found tripping,</p> +<p>And taken up thus, so to make his fall</p> +<p>More steepe and head-long.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i><span class="s18"> It is Vertues fortune,</span></p> +<p>To keepe her low, and in her proper place;</p> +<p>Height hath no roome for her. But as a man<span class="linenum">30</span></p> +<p>That hath a fruitfull wife, and every yeere</p> +<p>A childe by her, hath every yeere a month</p> +<p>To breathe himselfe, where hee that gets no childe</p> +<p>Hath not a nights rest (if he will doe well);</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span><p>So, let one marry this same barraine Vertue,<span class="linenum">35</span></p> +<p>She never lets him rest, where fruitfull Vice</p> +<p>Spares her rich drudge, gives him in labour breath,</p> +<p>Feedes him with bane, and makes him fat with death.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Chal.</i> I see that good lives never can secure</p> +<p>Men from bad livers. Worst men will have best<span class="linenum">40</span></p> +<p>As ill as they, or heaven to hell they'll wrest.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i> There was a merit for this, in the fault</p> +<p>That Bussy made, for which he (doing pennance)</p> +<p>Proves that these foule adulterous guilts will runne</p> +<p>Through the whole bloud, which not the cleare can shunne.<span class="linenum">45</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> Ile therefore take heede of the bastarding</p> +<p>Whole innocent races; tis a fearefull thing.</p> +<p>And as I am true batcheler, I sweare,</p> +<p>To touch no woman (to the coupling ends)</p> +<p>Unlesse it be mine owne wife or my friends;<span class="linenum">50</span></p> +<p>I may make bold with him.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i><span class="s14"> Tis safe and common.</span></p> +<p>The more your friend dares trust, the more deceive him.</p> +<p>And as through dewie vapors the sunnes forme</p> +<p>Makes the gay rainebow girdle to a storme,</p> +<p>So in hearts hollow, friendship (even the sunne<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_i_55" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_i_55"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_III_i_55">55</a></span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span><p>To all good growing in societie)</p> +<p>Makes his so glorious and divine name hold</p> +<p>Collours for all the ill that can be told. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Trumpets within.</i></span></p> +</div></div> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> Harke! our last troopes are come.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Chal.</i> (<i>Drums beate.</i>) Harke! our last foote.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> Come, let us put all quickly into battaile,<span class="linenum">60</span></p> +<p>And send for Clermont, in whose honour all</p> +<p>This martiall preparation wee pretend.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Chal.</i> Wee must bethinke us, ere wee apprehend him,</p> +<p>(Besides our maine strength) of some stratageme</p> +<p>To make good our severe command on him,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_i_65" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_i_65"></a>65</span></p> +<p>As well to save blood as to make him sure:</p> +<p>For if hee come on his Scotch horse, all France</p> +<p>Put at the heeles of him will faile to take him.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> What thinke you if wee should disguise a brace</p> +<p>Of our best souldiers in faire lackies coates,<span class="linenum">70</span></p> +<p>And send them for him, running by his side,</p> +<p>Till they have brought him in some ambuscado</p> +<p>We close may lodge for him, and sodainely</p> +<p>Lay sure hand on him, plucking him from horse?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i> It must be sure and strong hand; for if once<span class="linenum">75</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span><p>Hee feeles the touch of such a stratageme,</p> +<p>Tis not choicest brace of all our bands</p> +<p>Can manacle or quench his fiery hands.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> When they have seaz'd him, the ambush shal make in.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i> Doe as you please; his blamelesse spirit deserves<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_i_80" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_i_80"></a>80</span></p> +<p>(I dare engage my life) of all this, nothing.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Chal.</i> Why should all this stirre be, then?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i><span class="s27"> Who knowes not</span></p> +<p>The bumbast politie thrusts into his gyant,</p> +<p>To make his wisedome seeme of size as huge,</p> +<p>And all for sleight encounter of a shade,<span class="linenum">85</span></p> +<p>So hee be toucht, hee would have hainous made?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> It may be once so; but so ever, never.</p> +<p>Ambition is abroad, on foote, on horse;</p> +<p>Faction chokes every corner, streete, the Court;</p> +<p>Whose faction tis you know, and who is held<span class="linenum">90</span></p> +<p>The fautors right hand: how high his aymes reach</p> +<p>Nought but a crowne can measure. This must fall</p> +<p>Past shadowes waights, and is most capitall.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Chal.</i> No question; for since hee is come to Cambray,</p> +<p>The malecontent, decaid Marquesse Renel,<span class="linenum">95</span></p> +<p>Is come, and new arriv'd; and made partaker</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span><p>Of all the entertaining showes and feasts</p> +<p>That welcom'd Clermont to the brave virago,</p> +<p>His manly sister. Such wee are esteem'd</p> +<p>As are our consorts. Marquesse malecontent<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_i_100" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_i_100"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_III_i_100">100</a></span></p> +<p>Comes where hee knowes his vaine hath safest vent.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> Let him come at his will, and goe as free;</p> +<p>Let us ply Clermont, our whole charge is hee. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_III_i_55" id="lnote_Revenge_III_i_55"></a><i><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_i_55">Trumpets within.</a> Drums beate.</i> In Q these directions follow +instead of precede l. 59.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_III_i_100" id="lnote_Revenge_III_i_100"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_i_100"><i>Exeunt.</i></a> Q, Exit.</p></div> + + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;">[<a name="Revenge_III_ii" id="Revenge_III_ii"></a><span class="smcap">Scæna Secunda.</span></h2> + +<p class="center"><i>A Room in the Governor's Castle at Cambrai.</i>]</p> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Enter a Gentleman Usher before Clermont: Renel, Charlotte, with two +women attendants, with others: showes having past within.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Charlotte.</i> This for your lordships welcome into Cambray.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Renel.</i> Noblest of ladies, tis beyond all power</p> +<p>(Were my estate at first full) in my meanes</p> +<p>To quit or merit.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Clermont.</i><span class="s5"> You come something latter</span></p> +<p>From Court, my lord, then I: and since newes there<span class="linenum">5</span></p> +<p>Is every day encreasing with th'affaires,</p> +<p>Must I not aske now, what the newes is there?</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span><p>Where the Court lyes? what stirre? change? what avise</p> +<p>From England, Italie?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i><span class="s13"> You must doe so,</span></p> +<p>If you'll be cald a gentleman well quallified,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_10" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_10"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_III_ii_10">10</a></span></p> +<p>And weare your time and wits in those discourses.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> The Locrian princes therefore were brave rulers;</p> +<p>For whosoever there came new from countrie,</p> +<p>And in the citie askt, "What newes?" was punisht:</p> +<p>Since commonly such braines are most delighted<span class="linenum">15</span></p> +<p>With innovations, gossips tales, and mischiefes.</p> +<p>But as of lyons it is said and eagles,</p> +<p>That, when they goe, they draw their seeres and tallons</p> +<p>Close up, to shunne rebating of their sharpnesse:</p> +<p>So our wits sharpnesse, which wee should employ<span class="linenum">20</span></p> +<p>In noblest knowledge, wee should never waste</p> +<p>In vile and vulgar admirations.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> Tis right; but who, save onely you, performes it,</p> +<p>And your great brother? Madame, where is he?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Char.</i> Gone, a day since, into the countries confines,<span class="linenum">25</span></p> +<p>To see their strength, and readinesse for service.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span><p><i>Ren.</i> Tis well; his favour with the King hath made him</p> +<p>Most worthily great, and live right royally.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> I: would hee would not doe so! Honour never</p> +<p>Should be esteem'd with wise men as the price<span class="linenum">30</span></p> +<p>And value of their virtuous services,</p> +<p>But as their signe or badge; for that bewrayes</p> +<p>More glory in the outward grace of goodnesse</p> +<p>Then in the good it selfe; and then tis said,</p> +<p>Who more joy takes that men his good advance<span class="linenum">35</span></p> +<p>Then in the good it selfe, does it by chance.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Char.</i> My brother speakes all principle. What man</p> +<p>Is mov'd with your soule? or hath such a thought</p> +<p>In any rate of goodnesse?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s16"> Tis their fault.</span></p> +<p>We have examples of it, cleare and many.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_40" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_40"></a>40</span></p> +<p>Demetrius Phalerius, an orator,</p> +<p>And (which not oft meete) a philosopher,</p> +<p>So great in Athens grew that he erected</p> +<p>Three hundred statues of him; of all which,</p> +<p>No rust nor length of time corrupted one;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_45" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_45"></a>45</span></p> +<p>But in his life time all were overthrowne.</p> +<p>And Demades (that past Demosthenes</p> +<p>For all extemporall orations)</p> +<p>Erected many statues, which (he living)</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span><p>Were broke, and melted into chamber-pots.<span class="linenum">50</span></p> +<p>Many such ends have fallen on such proud honours,</p> +<p>No more because the men on whom they fell</p> +<p>Grew insolent and left their vertues state,</p> +<p>Then for their hugenesse, that procur'd their hate:</p> +<p>And therefore little pompe in men most great<span class="linenum">55</span></p> +<p>Makes mightily and strongly to the guard</p> +<p>Of what they winne by chance or just reward.</p> +<p>Great and immodest braveries againe,</p> +<p>Like statues much too high made for their bases,</p> +<p>Are overturn'd as soone as given their places.<span class="linenum">60</span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter a Messenger with a Letter.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Messenger.</i> Here is a letter, sir, deliver'd mee</p> +<p>Now at the fore-gate by a gentleman.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> What gentleman?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mess.</i><span class="s14"> Hee would not tell his name;</span></p> +<p>Hee said, hee had not time enough to tell it,</p> +<p>And say the little rest hee had to say.<span class="linenum">65</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> That was a merry saying; he tooke measure</p> +<p>Of his deare time like a most thriftie husband.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Char.</i> What newes?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s12"> Strange ones, and fit for a novation;</span></p> +<p>Waightie, unheard of, mischievous enough.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> Heaven shield! what are they?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span><p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s23"> Read them, good my lord.</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_70" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_70"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_III_ii_70">70</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> "You are betraid into this countrie." Monstrous!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Char.</i> How's that?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Read on.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> "Maillard, your brothers Lieutenant,</p> +<p>that yesterday invited you to see his musters,<span class="linenum">75</span></p> +<p>hath letters and strickt charge from the King to</p> +<p>apprehend you."</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Char.</i> To apprehend him!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> "Your brother absents himselfe of</p> +<p>purpose."<span class="linenum">80</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> That's a sound one.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Char.</i> That's a lye.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> "Get on your Scotch horse, and retire</p> +<p>to your strength; you know where it is, and</p> +<p>there it expects you. Beleeve this as your best<span class="linenum">85</span></p> +<p>friend had sworne it. Fare-well if you will.</p> +<p>Anonymos." What's that?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Without a name.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Char.</i> And all his notice, too, without all truth.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> So I conceive it, sister: ile not wrong<span class="linenum">90</span></p> +<p>My well knowne brother for Anonymos.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Char.</i> Some foole hath put this tricke on you, yet more</p> +<p>T'uncover your defect of spirit and valour,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span><p>First showne in lingring my deare brothers wreake.</p> +<p>See what it is to give the envious world<span class="linenum">95</span></p> +<p>Advantage to diminish eminent virtue.</p> +<p>Send him a challenge. Take a noble course</p> +<p>To wreake a murther, done so like a villaine.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Shall we revenge a villanie with villanie.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Char.</i> Is it not equall?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s13"> Shall wee equall be with villaines?</span> <span class="linenum">100</span></p> +<p>Is that your reason?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Char.</i><span class="s11"> Cowardise evermore</span></p> +<p>Flyes to the shield of reason.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s14"> Nought that is</span></p> +<p>Approv'd by reason can be cowardise.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Char.</i> Dispute, when you should fight! Wrong, wreaklesse sleeping,</p> +<p>Makes men dye honorlesse; one borne, another<span class="linenum">105</span></p> +<p>Leapes on our shoulders.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s16"> Wee must wreake our wrongs</span></p> +<p>So as wee take not more.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Char.</i><span class="s15"> One wreakt in time</span></p> +<p>Prevents all other. Then shines vertue most</p> +<p>When time is found for facts; and found, not lost.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> No time occurres to Kings, much lesse to vertue;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_110" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_110"></a>110</span></p> +<p>Nor can we call it vertue that proceedes</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span><p>From vicious fury. I repent that ever</p> +<p>(By any instigation in th'appearance</p> +<p>My brothers spirit made, as I imagin'd)</p> +<p>That e'er I yeelded to revenge his murther.<span class="linenum">115</span></p> +<p>All worthy men should ever bring their bloud</p> +<p>To beare all ill, not to be wreakt with good.</p> +<p>Doe ill for no ill; never private cause</p> +<p>Should take on it the part of publike lawes.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Char.</i> A D'Ambois beare in wrong so tame a spirit!<span class="linenum">120</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> Madame, be sure there will be time enough</p> +<p>For all the vengeance your great spirit can wish.</p> +<p>The course yet taken is allow'd by all,</p> +<p>Which being noble, and refus'd by th'Earle,</p> +<p>Now makes him worthy of your worst advantage:<span class="linenum">125</span></p> +<p>And I have cast a project with the Countesse</p> +<p>To watch a time when all his wariest guards</p> +<p>Shall not exempt him. Therefore give him breath;</p> +<p>Sure death delaid is a redoubled death.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Good sister, trouble not your selfe with this:<span class="linenum">130</span></p> +<p>Take other ladyes care; practise your face.</p> +<p>There's the chaste matron, Madame Perigot,</p> +<p>Dwels not farre hence; Ile ride and send her to you.</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span><p>Shee did live by retailing mayden-heads</p> +<p>In her minoritie; but now shee deales<span class="linenum">135</span></p> +<p>In whole-sale altogether for the Court.</p> +<p>I tell you, shee's the onely fashion-monger,</p> +<p>For your complexion, poudring of your haire,</p> +<p>Shadowes, rebatoes, wires, tyres, and such trickes,</p> +<p>That Cambray or, I thinke, the Court affords.<span class="linenum">140</span></p> +<p>She shall attend you, sister, and with these</p> +<p>Womanly practises emply your spirit;</p> +<p>This other suites you not, nor fits the fashion.</p> +<p>Though shee be deare, lay't on, spare for no cost;</p> +<p>Ladies in these have all their bounties lost.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_145" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_145"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_III_ii_145">145</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> Madame, you see, his spirit will not checke</p> +<p>At any single danger, when it stands</p> +<p>Thus merrily firme against an host of men,</p> +<p>Threaten'd to be [in] armes for his surprise.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Char.</i> That's a meere bugge-beare, an impossible mocke.<span class="linenum">150</span></p> +<p>If hee, and him I bound by nuptiall faith,</p> +<p>Had not beene dull and drossie in performing</p> +<p>Wreake of the deare bloud of my matchlesse brother,</p> +<p>What Prince, what King, which of the desperat'st ruffings,</p> +<p>Outlawes in Arden, durst have tempted thus<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_155" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_155"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_III_ii_155">155</a></span></p> +<p>One of our bloud and name, be't true or false?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span><p><i>Cler.</i> This is not caus'd by that; twill be as sure</p> +<p>As yet it is not, though this should be true.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Char.</i> True, tis past thought false.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> I suppose the worst,</p> +<p>Which farre I am from thinking; and despise<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_160" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_160"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_III_ii_160">160</a></span></p> +<p>The armie now in battaile that should act it.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p>[<i>Char.</i>] I would not let my bloud up to that thought,</p> +<p>But it should cost the dearest bloud in France.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Sweet sister, (<i>osculatur</i>) farre be both off as the fact</p> +<p>Of my fain'd apprehension.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Char.</i><span class="s16"> I would once</span> <span class="linenum">165</span></p> +<p>Strip off my shame with my attire, and trie</p> +<p>If a poore woman, votist of revenge,</p> +<p>Would not performe it with a president</p> +<p>To all you bungling, foggy-spirited men.</p> +<p>But for our birth-rights honour, doe not mention<span class="linenum">170</span></p> +<p>One syllable of any word may goe</p> +<p>To the begetting of an act so tender</p> +<p>And full of sulphure as this letters truth:</p> +<p>It comprehends so blacke a circumstance</p> +<p>Not to be nam'd, that but to forme one thought,<span class="linenum">175</span></p> +<p>It is or can be so, would make me mad.</p> +<p>Come, my lord, you and I will fight this dreame</p> +<p>Out at the chesse.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span><p><i>Ren.</i><span class="s11"> Most gladly, worthiest ladie.</span> <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt Char[lotte] and Ren[el].</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter a Messenger.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Messenger.</i> Sir, my Lord Governours Lieutenant prayes</p> +<p>Accesse to you.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s9"> Himselfe alone?</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mess.</i><span class="s22"> Alone, sir.</span> <span class="linenum">180</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Attend him in. (<i>Exit Messenger.</i>) Now comes this plot to tryall;</p> +<p>I shall descerne (if it be true as rare)</p> +<p>Some sparkes will flye from his dissembling eyes.</p> +<p>Ile sound his depth.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Maillard with the Messenger.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maillard.</i><span class="s9"> Honour, and all things noble!</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> As much to you, good Captaine. What's th'affaire?<span class="linenum">185</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> Sir, the poore honour we can adde to all</p> +<p>Your studyed welcome to this martiall place,</p> +<p>In presentation of what strength consists</p> +<p>My lord your brothers government, is readie.</p> +<p>I have made all his troopes and companies<span class="linenum">190</span></p> +<p>Advance and put themselves in battailia,</p> +<p>That you may see both how well arm'd they are</p> +<p>How strong is every troope and companie,</p> +<p>How ready, and how well prepar'd for service.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span><p><i>Cler.</i> And must they take mee?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i><span class="s20"> Take you, sir! O heaven!</span> <span class="linenum">195</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mess.</i> [<i>aside, to Clermont</i>]. Beleeve it, sir, his count'nance chang'd in turning.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> What doe you meane, sir?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s21"> If you have charg'd them,</span></p> +<p>You being charg'd your selfe, to apprehend mee,</p> +<p>Turne not your face; throw not your lookes about so.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> Pardon me, sir. You amaze me to conceive<span class="linenum">200</span></p> +<p>From whence our wils to honour you should turne</p> +<p>To such dishonour of my lord, your brother.</p> +<p>Dare I, without him, undertake your taking?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Why not? by your direct charge from the King.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> By my charge from the King! would he so much<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_205" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_205"></a>205</span></p> +<p>Disgrace my lord, his owne Lieutenant here,</p> +<p>To give me his command without his forfaite?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Acts that are done by Kings, are not askt why.</p> +<p>Ile not dispute the case, but I will search you.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> Search mee! for what?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s18"> For letters.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i><span class="s27"> I beseech you,</span> <span class="linenum">210</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span><p>Doe not admit one thought of such a shame</p> +<p>To a commander.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s8"> Goe to! I must doo't.</span></p> +<p>Stand and be searcht; you know mee.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i><span class="s25"> You forget</span></p> +<p>What tis to be a captaine, and your selfe.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Stand, or I vow to heaven, Ile make you lie,<span class="linenum">215</span></p> +<p>Never to rise more.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i><span class="s11"> If a man be mad,</span></p> +<p>Reason must beare him.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s14"> So coy to be searcht?</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> Sdeath, sir, use a captaine like a carrier!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Come, be not furious; when I have done,</p> +<p>You shall make such a carrier of me,<span class="linenum">220</span></p> +<p>If't be your pleasure: you're my friend, I know,</p> +<p>And so am bold with you.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i><span class="s16"> You'll nothing finde</span></p> +<p>Where nothing is.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s10"> Sweare you have nothing.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> Nothing you seeke, I sweare. I beseech you,</p> +<p>Know I desir'd this out of great affection,<span class="linenum">225</span></p> +<p>To th'end my lord may know out of your witnesse</p> +<p>His forces are not in so bad estate</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span><p>As hee esteem'd them lately in your hearing;</p> +<p>For which he would not trust me with the confines,</p> +<p>But went himselfe to witnesse their estate.<span class="linenum">230</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> I heard him make that reason, and am sorie</p> +<p>I had no thought of it before I made</p> +<p>Thus bold with you, since tis such ruberb to you.</p> +<p>Ile therefore search no more. If you are charg'd</p> +<p>(By letters from the King, or otherwise)<span class="linenum">235</span></p> +<p>To apprehend me, never spice it more</p> +<p>With forc'd tearmes of your love, but say: I yeeld;</p> +<p>Holde, take my sword, here; I forgive thee freely;</p> +<p>Take; doe thine office.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i><span class="s13"> Sfoote! you make m'a hang-man;</span></p> +<p>By all my faith to you, there's no such thing.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_240" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_240"></a>240</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Your faith to mee!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i><span class="s15"> My faith to God; all's one:</span></p> +<p>Who hath no faith to men, to God hath none.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> In that sense I accept your othe, and thanke you.</p> +<p>I gave my word to goe, and I will goe. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit Cler[mont].</i></span></p> +</div></div> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> Ile watch you whither. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit Mail[lard].</i></span></p> +</div></div> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mess.</i><span class="s17"> If hee goes, hee proves</span> <span class="linenum">245</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span><p>How vaine are mens fore knowledges of things,</p> +<p>When heaven strikes blinde their powers of note and use,</p> +<p>And makes their way to ruine seeme more right</p> +<p>Then that which safetie opens to their sight.</p> +<p>Cassandra's prophecie had no more profit<span class="linenum">250</span></p> +<p>With Troyes blinde citizens, when shee foretolde</p> +<p>Troyes ruine; which, succeeding, made her use</p> +<p>This sacred inclamation: "God" (said shee)</p> +<p>"Would have me utter things uncredited;</p> +<p>For which now they approve what I presag'd;<span class="linenum">255</span></p> +<p>They count me wise, that said before, I rag'd." <span class="ilstagedir">[<i>Exit.</i>]</span></p> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_III_ii_10" id="lnote_Revenge_III_ii_10"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_10">12</a> <i>Rulers</i>. Shepherd, Phelps; Q, Rubers.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_III_ii_70" id="lnote_Revenge_III_ii_70"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_70">74</a> <i>your</i>. Ed.; Q, you.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_III_ii_145" id="lnote_Revenge_III_ii_145"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_145">149</a> <i>in</i>. Added by ed.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_III_ii_155" id="lnote_Revenge_III_ii_155"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_155">155</a> <i>Arden</i>. Q, Acden.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_III_ii_160" id="lnote_Revenge_III_ii_160"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_160">162</a> <i>Char.</i> Q, Cler.</p></div> + + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;">[<a name="Revenge_III_iii" id="Revenge_III_iii"></a><span class="smcap">Scæna Tertia.</span></h2> + +<p class="center"><i>A Camp near Cambrai.</i>]</p> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Enter Challon with two Souldiers.</i></p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Chalon.</i> Come, souldiers: you are downewards fit for lackies;</p> +<p>Give me your pieces, and take you these coates,</p> +<p>To make you compleate foot men, in whose formes</p> +<p>You must be compleate souldiers: you two onely</p> +<p>Stand for our armie.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>1[st Soldier.]</i><span class="s5"> That were much.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span><p><i>Chal.</i><span class="s25"> Tis true;</span> <span class="linenum">5</span></p> +<p>You two must doe, or enter, what our armie</p> +<p>Is now in field for.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>2[d Sol.]</i><span class="s7"> I see then our guerdon</span></p> +<p>Must be the deede it selfe, twill be such honour.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Chal.</i> What fight souldiers most for?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>1[st Sol.]</i><span class="s20"> Honour onely.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Chal.</i> Yet here are crownes beside.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ambo.</i><span class="s22"> We thanke you, Captaine.</span> <span class="linenum">10</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>2[d Sol.]</i> Now, sir, how show wee?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Chal.</i><span class="s24"> As you should at all parts.</span></p> +<p>Goe now to Clermont D'Ambois, and informe him,</p> +<p>Two battailes are set ready in his honour,</p> +<p>And stay his presence onely for their signall,</p> +<p>When they shall joyne; and that, t'attend him hither<span class="linenum">15</span></p> +<p>Like one wee so much honour, wee have sent him—</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>1[st Sol.]</i> Us two in person.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Chal.</i><span class="s18"> Well, sir, say it so;</span></p> +<p>And having brought him to the field, when I</p> +<p>Fall in with him, saluting, get you both</p> +<p>Of one side of his horse, and plucke him downe,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_iii_20" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_iii_20"></a>20</span></p> +<p>And I with th'ambush laid will second you.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>1[st Sol.]</i> Nay, we shall lay on hands of too much strength</p> +<p>To neede your secondings.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span><p><i>2[d Sol.]</i><span class="s14"> I hope we shall.</span></p> +<p>Two are enough to encounter Hercules.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Chal.</i> Tis well said, worthy souldiers; hast, and hast him. <span class="ilstagedir">[<i>Exeunt.</i>]</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_iii_25" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_iii_25"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_III_iii_25">25</a></span></p> +</div></div> + + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_III_iii_25" id="lnote_Revenge_III_iii_25"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_iii_25"><i>Exeunt.</i></a> Q, Exit.</p></div> + + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;">[<a name="Revenge_III_iv" id="Revenge_III_iv"></a><span class="smcap">Scæna Quarta.</span></h2> + +<p class="center"><i>A Room in the Governor's Castle at Cambrai.</i>]</p> + + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Enter Clermont, Maillard close following him.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Clermont.</i> My Scotch horse to their armie—</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maillard.</i><span class="s27"> Please you, sir?</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Sdeath! you're passing diligent.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i><span class="s24"> Of my soule,</span></p> +<p>Tis onely in my love to honour you</p> +<p>With what would grace the King: but since I see</p> +<p>You still sustaine a jealous eye on mee,<span class="linenum">5</span></p> +<p>Ile goe before.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s8"> Tis well; Ile come; my hand.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> Your hand, sir! Come, your word; your choise be us'd. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Clermont solus.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> I had an aversation to this voyage,</p> +<p>When first my brother mov'd it, and have found</p> +<p>That native power in me was never vaine;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_10" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_10"></a>10</span></p> +<p>Yet now neglected it. I wonder much</p> +<p>At my inconstancie in these decrees</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span><p>I every houre set downe to guide my life.</p> +<p>When Homer made Achilles passionate,</p> +<p>Wrathfull, revengefull, and insatiate<span class="linenum">15</span></p> +<p>In his affections, what man will denie</p> +<p>He did compose it all of industrie</p> +<p>To let men see that men of most renowne,</p> +<p>Strong'st, noblest, fairest, if they set not downe</p> +<p>Decrees within them, for disposing these,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_20" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_20"></a>20</span></p> +<p>Of judgement, resolution, uprightnesse,</p> +<p>And certaine knowledge of their use and ends,</p> +<p>Mishap and miserie no lesse extends</p> +<p>To their destruction, with all that they pris'd,</p> +<p>Then to the poorest and the most despis'd?<span class="linenum">25</span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Renel.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Renel.</i> Why, how now, friend, retir'd! take heede you prove not</p> +<p>Dismaid with this strange fortune. All observe you:</p> +<p>Your government's as much markt as the Kings.</p> +<p>What said a friend to Pompey?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s20"> What?</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i><span class="s27"> The people</span></p> +<p>Will never know, unlesse in death thou trie,<span class="linenum">30</span></p> +<p>That thou know'st how to beare adversitie.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> I shall approve how vile I value feare</p> +<p>Of death at all times; but to be too rash,</p> +<p>Without both will and care to shunne the worst,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span><p>(It being in power to doe well and with cheere)<span class="linenum">35</span></p> +<p>Is stupid negligence and worse then feare.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> Suppose this true now.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s18"> No, I cannot doo't.</span></p> +<p>My sister truely said, there hung a taile</p> +<p>Of circumstance so blacke on that supposure,</p> +<p>That to sustaine it thus abhorr'd our mettall.<span class="linenum">40</span></p> +<p>And I can shunne it too, in spight of all,</p> +<p>Not going to field; and there to, being so mounted</p> +<p>As I will, since I goe.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i><span class="s13"> You will then goe?</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> I am engag'd both in my word and hand.</p> +<p>But this is it that makes me thus retir'd,<span class="linenum">45</span></p> +<p>To call my selfe t'account, how this affaire</p> +<p>Is to be manag'd, if the worst should chance:</p> +<p>With which I note, how dangerous it is</p> +<p>For any man to prease beyond the place</p> +<p>To which his birth, or meanes, or knowledge ties him.<span class="linenum">50</span></p> +<p>For my part, though of noble birth, my birthright</p> +<p>Had little left it, and I know tis better</p> +<p>To live with little, and to keepe within</p> +<p>A mans owne strength still, and in mans true end,</p> +<p>Then runne a mixt course. Good and bad hold never<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_55" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_55"></a>55</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span><p>Any thing common; you can never finde</p> +<p>Things outward care, but you neglect your minde.</p> +<p>God hath the whole world perfect made and free;</p> +<p>His parts to th'use of th'All. Men, then, that are</p> +<p>Parts of that All, must, as the generall sway<span class="linenum">60</span></p> +<p>Of that importeth, willingly obay</p> +<p>In every thing without their power to change.</p> +<p>Hee that, unpleas'd to hold his place, will range,</p> +<p>Can in no other be contain'd that's fit,</p> +<p>And so resisting th'All is crusht with it:<span class="linenum">65</span></p> +<p>But he that knowing how divine a frame</p> +<p>The whole world is, and of it all can name</p> +<p>(Without selfe-flatterie) no part so divine</p> +<p>As hee himselfe; and therefore will confine</p> +<p>Freely his whole powers in his proper part,<span class="linenum">70</span></p> +<p>Goes on most God-like. Hee that strives t'invert</p> +<p>The Universals course with his poore way,</p> +<p>Not onely dust-like shivers with the sway,</p> +<p>But crossing God in his great worke, all earth</p> +<p>Beares not so cursed and so damn'd a birth.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_75" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_75"></a>75</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> Goe on; Ile take no care what comes of you;</p> +<p>Heaven will not see it ill, how ere it show.</p> +<p>But the pretext to see these battailes rang'd</p> +<p>Is much your honour.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s13"> As the world esteemes it.</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span><p>But to decide that, you make me remember<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_80" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_80"></a>80</span></p> +<p>An accident of high and noble note,</p> +<p>And fits the subject of my late discourse</p> +<p>Of holding on our free and proper way.</p> +<p>I over-tooke, comming from Italie,</p> +<p>In Germanie a great and famous Earle<span class="linenum">85</span></p> +<p>Of England, the most goodly fashion'd man</p> +<p>I ever saw; from head to foote in forme</p> +<p>Rare and most absolute; hee had a face</p> +<p>Like one of the most ancient honour'd Romanes</p> +<p>From whence his noblest familie was deriv'd;<span class="linenum">90</span></p> +<p>He was beside of spirit passing great,</p> +<p>Valiant, and learn'd, and liberall as the sunne,</p> +<p>Spoke and writ sweetly, or of learned subjects,</p> +<p>Or of the discipline of publike weales;</p> +<p>And t'was the Earle of Oxford: and being offer'd<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_95" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_95"></a>95</span></p> +<p>At that time, by Duke Cassimere, the view</p> +<p>Of his right royall armie then in field,</p> +<p>Refus'd it, and no foote was mov'd to stirre</p> +<p>Out of his owne free fore-determin'd course.</p> +<p>I, wondring at it, askt for it his reason,<span class="linenum">100</span></p> +<p>It being an offer so much for his honour.</p> +<p>Hee, all acknowledging, said t'was not fit</p> +<p>To take those honours that one cannot quit.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> Twas answer'd like the man you have describ'd.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> And yet he cast it onely in the way,<span class="linenum">105</span></p> +<p>To stay and serve the world. Nor did it fit</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span><p>His owne true estimate how much it waigh'd;</p> +<p>For hee despis'd it, and esteem'd it freer</p> +<p>To keepe his owne way straight, and swore that hee</p> +<p>Had rather make away his whole estate<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_110" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_110"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_III_iv_110">110</a></span></p> +<p>In things that crost the vulgar then he would</p> +<p>Be frozen up stiffe (like a Sir John Smith,</p> +<p>His countrey-man) in common Nobles fashions;</p> +<p>Affecting, as't the end of noblesse were,</p> +<p>Those servile observations.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i><span class="s18"> It was strange.</span> <span class="linenum">115</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> O tis a vexing sight to see a man,</p> +<p>Out of his way, stalke proud as hee were in;</p> +<p>Out of his way, to be officious,</p> +<p>Observant, wary, serious, and grave,</p> +<p>Fearefull, and passionate, insulting, raging,<span class="linenum">120</span></p> +<p>Labour with iron flailes to thresh downe feathers</p> +<p>Flitting in ayre.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i><span class="s8"> What one considers this,</span></p> +<p>Of all that are thus out? or once endevours,</p> +<p>Erring, to enter on mans right-hand path?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> These are too grave for brave wits; give them toyes;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_125" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_125"></a>125</span></p> +<p>Labour bestow'd on these is harsh and thriftlesse.</p> +<p>If you would Consull be (sayes one) of Rome,</p> +<p>You must be watching, starting out of sleepes;</p> +<p>Every way whisking; gloryfying Plebeians;</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span><p>Kissing Patricians hands, rot at their dores;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_130" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_130"></a>130</span></p> +<p>Speake and doe basely; every day bestow</p> +<p>Gifts and observance upon one or other:</p> +<p>And what's th'event of all? Twelve rods before thee;</p> +<p>Three or foure times sit for the whole tribunall;</p> +<p>Exhibite Circean games; make publike feasts;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_135" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_135"></a>135</span></p> +<p>And for these idle outward things (sayes he)</p> +<p>Would'st thou lay on such cost, toile, spend thy spirits?</p> +<p>And to be voide of perturbation,</p> +<p>For constancie, sleepe when thou would'st have sleepe,</p> +<p>Wake when thou would'st wake, feare nought, vexe for nought,<span class="linenum">140</span></p> +<p>No paines wilt thou bestow? no cost? no thought?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> What should I say? As good consort with you</p> +<p>As with an angell; I could heare you ever.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Well, in, my lord, and spend time with my sister,</p> +<p>And keepe her from the field with all endeavour.<span class="linenum">145</span></p> +<p>The souldiers love her so, and shee so madly</p> +<p>Would take my apprehension, if it chance,</p> +<p>That bloud would flow in rivers.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i><span class="s21"> Heaven forbid!</span></p> +<p>And all with honour your arrivall speede! <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span><i>Enter Messenger with two Souldiers like Lackies.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Messenger.</i> Here are two lackies, sir, have message to you.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_150" id="lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_150"></a>150</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> What is your message? and from whom, my friends?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>1[st Soldier.]</i> From the Lieutenant, Colonell, and the Captaines,</p> +<p>Who sent us to informe you that the battailes</p> +<p>Stand ready rang'd, expecting but your presence</p> +<p>To be their honor'd signall when to joyne,<span class="linenum">155</span></p> +<p>And we are charg'd to runne by, and attend you.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> I come. I pray you see my running horse</p> +<p>Brought to the backe-gate to mee.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mess.</i><span class="s22"> Instantly.</span> <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit Mess[enger].</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Chance what can chance mee, well or ill is equall</p> +<p>In my acceptance, since I joy in neyther,<span class="linenum">160</span></p> +<p>But goe with sway of all the world together.</p> +<p>In all successes Fortune and the day</p> +<p>To mee alike are; I am fixt, be shee</p> +<p>Never so fickle; and will there repose,</p> +<p>Farre past the reach of any dye she throwes. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Ex[it] cum Pediss[equis].</i></span> <span class="linenum">165</span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Finis Actus tertii.</i></p> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_III_iv_110" id="lnote_Revenge_III_iv_110"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_110">114</a> <i>as't</i>. Emended by ed.; Q, as.</p></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="Revenge_IV_i" id="Revenge_IV_i"></a><span class="smcap">Actus quarti Scæna prima.</span></h2> + +<p class="center">[<i>A Parade-Ground near Cambrai.</i>]</p> + + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Alarum within: Excursions over the Stage.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>The [Soldiers disguised as] Lackies running, Maillard following them.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maillard.</i> Villaines, not hold him when ye had him downe!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>1[st Soldier.]</i> Who can hold lightning? Sdeath a man as well</p> +<p>Might catch a canon bullet in his mouth,</p> +<p>And spit it in your hands, as take and hold him.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> Pursue, enclose him! stand or fall on him,<span class="linenum">5</span></p> +<p>And yee may take him. Sdeath! they make him guards. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Alarum still, and enter Chalon.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Challon.</i> Stand, cowards, stand; strike, send your bullets at him.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>1[st Soldier.]</i> Wee came to entertaine him, sir, for honour.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>2[d Soldier.]</i> Did ye not say so?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Chal.</i><span class="s21"> Slaves, hee is a traitor;</span></p> +<p>Command the horse troopes to over-runne the traitor. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt.</i></span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_IV_i_10" id="lnumber_Revenge_IV_i_10"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_IV_i_10">10</a></span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span><i>Shouts within. Alarum still, and Chambers shot off. Then enter +Aumall.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aumale.</i> What spirit breathes thus in this more then man,</p> +<p>Turnes flesh to ayre possest, and in a storme</p> +<p>Teares men about the field like autumne leaves?</p> +<p>He turnd wilde lightning in the lackies hands,</p> +<p>Who, though their sodaine violent twitch unhorst him,<span class="linenum">15</span></p> +<p>Yet when he bore himselfe, their saucie fingers</p> +<p>Flew as too hot off, as hee had beene fire.</p> +<p>The ambush then made in, through all whose force</p> +<p>Hee drave as if a fierce and fire-given canon</p> +<p>Had spit his iron vomit out amongst them.<span class="linenum">20</span></p> +<p>The battailes then in two halfe-moones enclos'd him,</p> +<p>In which he shew'd as if he were the light,</p> +<p>And they but earth, who, wondring what hee was,</p> +<p>Shruncke their steele hornes and gave him glorious passe.</p> +<p>And as a great shot from a towne besieg'd<span class="linenum">25</span></p> +<p>At foes before it flyes forth blacke and roring,</p> +<p>But they too farre, and that with waight opprest</p> +<p>(As if disdaining earth) doth onely grasse,</p> +<p>Strike earth, and up againe into the ayre,</p> +<p>Againe sinkes to it, and againe doth rise,<span class="linenum">30</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span><p>And keepes such strength that when it softliest moves</p> +<p>It piece-meale shivers any let it proves—</p> +<p>So flew brave Clermont forth, till breath forsooke him,</p> +<p>Then fell to earth; and yet (sweet man) even then</p> +<p>His spirits convulsions made him bound againe<span class="linenum">35</span></p> +<p>Past all their reaches; till, all motion spent,</p> +<p>His fixt eyes cast a blaze of such disdaine,</p> +<p>All stood and star'd, and untouch'd let him lie,</p> +<p>As something sacred fallen out of the skie. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>A cry within.</i></span></p> +<p>O now some rude hand hath laid hold on him!<span class="linenum">40</span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Maillard, Chalon leading Clermont, Captaines and Souldiers +following.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p>See, prisoner led, with his bands honour'd more</p> +<p>Then all the freedome he enjoy'd before.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> At length wee have you, sir.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Clermont.</i><span class="s18"> You have much joy too;</span></p> +<p>I made you sport. Yet, but I pray you tell mee,</p> +<p>Are not you perjur'd?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i><span class="s13"> No: I swore for the King.</span> <span class="linenum">45</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Yet perjurie, I hope, is perjurie.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> But thus forswearing is not perjurie.</p> +<p>You are no politician: not a fault,</p> +<p>How foule soever, done for private ends,</p> +<p>Is fault in us sworne to the publike good:<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_IV_i_50" id="lnumber_Revenge_IV_i_50"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_IV_i_50">50</a></span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span><p>Wee never can be of the damned crew;</p> +<p>Wee may impolitique our selves (as 'twere)</p> +<p>Into the kingdomes body politique,</p> +<p>Whereof indeede we're members; you misse termes.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> The things are yet the same.<span class="linenum">55</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> Tis nothing so; the propertie is alter'd:</p> +<p>Y'are no lawyer. Or say that othe and othe</p> +<p>Are still the same in number, yet their species</p> +<p>Differ extreamely, as, for flat example,</p> +<p>When politique widowes trye men for their turne,<span class="linenum">60</span></p> +<p>Before they wed them, they are harlots then,</p> +<p>But when they wed them, they are honest women:</p> +<p>So private men, when they forsweare, betray,</p> +<p>Are perjur'd treachers, but being publique once,</p> +<p>That is, sworne-married to the publique good—<span class="linenum">65</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Are married women publique?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i><span class="s24"> Publique good;</span></p> +<p>For marriage makes them, being the publique good,</p> +<p>And could not be without them: so I say</p> +<p>Men publique, that is, being sworne-married</p> +<p>To the good publique, being one body made<span class="linenum">70</span></p> +<p>With the realmes body politique, are no more</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span><p>Private, nor can be perjur'd, though forsworne,</p> +<p>More then a widow married, for the act</p> +<p>Of generation is for that an harlot,</p> +<p>Because for that shee was so, being unmarried:<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_IV_i_75" id="lnumber_Revenge_IV_i_75"></a>75</span></p> +<p>An argument <i>a paribus</i>.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Chal.</i><span class="s14"> Tis a shrow'd one.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> "Who hath no faith to men, to God hath none:"</p> +<p>Retaine you that, sir? who said so?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i><span class="s23"> Twas I.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Thy owne tongue damne thy infidelitie!</p> +<p>But, Captaines all, you know me nobly borne;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_IV_i_80" id="lnumber_Revenge_IV_i_80"></a>80</span></p> +<p>Use yee t'assault such men as I with lackyes?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Chal.</i> They are no lackyes, sir, but souldiers</p> +<p>Disguis'd in lackyes coates.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>1 Sold.</i><span class="s16"> Sir, wee have seene the enemie.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Avant! yee rascols, hence!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> Now leave your coates.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s19"> Let me not see them more.</span> <span class="linenum">85</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i> I grieve that vertue lives so undistinguisht</p> +<p>From vice in any ill, and though the crowne</p> +<p>Of soveraigne law, shee should be yet her footstoole,</p> +<p>Subject to censure, all the shame and paine</p> +<p>Of all her rigor.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span><p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s8"> Yet false policie</span> <span class="linenum">90</span></p> +<p>Would cover all, being like offenders hid,</p> +<p>That (after notice taken where they hide)</p> +<p>The more they crouch and stirre, the more are spide.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i> I wonder how this chanc'd you.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s25"> Some informer,</span></p> +<p>Bloud-hound to mischiefe, usher to the hang-man,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_IV_i_95" id="lnumber_Revenge_IV_i_95"></a>95</span></p> +<p>Thirstie of honour for some huge state act,</p> +<p>Perceiving me great with the worthy Guise,</p> +<p>And he (I know not why) held dangerous,</p> +<p>Made me the desperate organe of his danger,</p> +<p>Onely with that poore colour: tis the common<span class="linenum">100</span></p> +<p>And more then whore-like tricke of treacherie</p> +<p>And vermine bred to rapine and to ruine,</p> +<p>For which this fault is still to be accus'd;</p> +<p>Since good acts faile, crafts and deceits are us'd.</p> +<p>If it be other, never pittie mee.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_IV_i_105" id="lnumber_Revenge_IV_i_105"></a>105</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i> Sir, we are glad, beleeve it, and have hope</p> +<p>The King will so conceit it.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s17"> At his pleasure.</span></p> +<p>In meane time, what's your will, Lord Lieutenant?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> To leave your owne horse, and to mount the trumpets.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> It shall be done. This heavily prevents<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_IV_i_110" id="lnumber_Revenge_IV_i_110"></a>110</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span><p>My purpos'd recreation in these parts;</p> +<p>Which now I thinke on, let mee begge you, sir,</p> +<p>To lend me some one captaine of your troopes,</p> +<p>To beare the message of my haplesse service</p> +<p>And miserie to my most noble mistresse,<span class="linenum">115</span></p> +<p>Countesse of Cambray; to whose house this night</p> +<p>I promist my repaire, and know most truely,</p> +<p>With all the ceremonies of her favour,</p> +<p>She sure expects mee.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i><span class="s13"> Thinke you now on that?</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> On that, sir? I, and that so worthily,<span class="linenum">120</span></p> +<p>That if the King, in spight of your great service,</p> +<p>Would send me instant promise of enlargement,</p> +<p>Condition I would set this message by,</p> +<p>I would not take it, but had rather die.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i> Your message shall be done, sir: I, my selfe,<span class="linenum">125</span></p> +<p>Will be for you a messenger of ill.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> I thanke you, sir, and doubt not yet to live</p> +<p>To quite your kindnesse.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i><span class="s15"> Meane space use your spirit</span></p> +<p>And knowledge for the chearfull patience</p> +<p>Of this so strange and sodaine consequence.<span class="linenum">130</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Good sir, beleeve that no particular torture</p> +<p>Can force me from my glad obedience</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span><p>To any thing the high and generall Cause,</p> +<p>To match with his whole fabricke, hath ordainde;</p> +<p>And know yee all (though farre from all your aymes,<span class="linenum">135</span></p> +<p>Yet worth them all, and all mens endlesse studies)</p> +<p>That in this one thing, all the discipline</p> +<p>Of manners and of manhood is contain'd:—</p> +<p>A man to joyne himselfe with th'Universe</p> +<p>In his maine sway, and make (in all things fit)<span class="linenum">140</span></p> +<p>One with that all, and goe on round as it;</p> +<p>Not plucking from the whole his wretched part,</p> +<p>And into straites, or into nought revert,</p> +<p>Wishing the compleate Universe might be</p> +<p>Subject to such a ragge of it as hee;<span class="linenum">145</span></p> +<p>But to consider great Necessitie</p> +<p>All things, as well refract as voluntarie,</p> +<p>Reduceth to the prime celestiall cause;</p> +<p>Which he that yeelds to with a mans applause,</p> +<p>And cheeke by cheeke goes, crossing it no breath,<span class="linenum">150</span></p> +<p>But like Gods image followes to the death,</p> +<p>That man is truely wise, and every thing</p> +<p>(Each cause and every part distinguishing)</p> +<p>In nature with enough art understands,</p> +<p>And that full glory merits at all hands<span class="linenum">155</span></p> +<p>That doth the whole world at all parts adorne,</p> +<p>And appertaines to one celestiall borne. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt omnes.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_IV_i_10" id="lnote_Revenge_IV_i_10"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_IV_i_10"><i>Exeunt.</i></a> Q, Exit.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_IV_i_50" id="lnote_Revenge_IV_i_50"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_IV_i_50">54</a> <i>We're</i>. Q, We'are.</p></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;">[<a name="Revenge_IV_ii" id="Revenge_IV_ii"></a><span class="smcap">Scæna secunda.</span></h2> + +<p class="center"><i>A Room at the Court in Paris.</i>]</p> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Enter Baligny, Renel.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Baligny.</i> So foule a scandall never man sustain'd,</p> +<p>Which caus'd by th'King is rude and tyrannous:</p> +<p>Give me a place, and my Lieutenant make</p> +<p>The filler of it!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Renel.</i><span class="s6"> I should never looke</span></p> +<p>For better of him; never trust a man<span class="linenum">5</span></p> +<p>For any justice, that is rapt with pleasure;</p> +<p>To order armes well, that makes smockes his ensignes,</p> +<p>And his whole governments sayles: you heard of late</p> +<p>Hee had the foure and twenty wayes of venerie</p> +<p>Done all before him.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i><span class="s13"> Twas abhorr'd and beastly.</span><span class="linenum">10</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> Tis more then natures mightie hand can doe</p> +<p>To make one humane and a letcher too.</p> +<p>Looke how a wolfe doth like a dogge appeare,</p> +<p>So like a friend is an adulterer;</p> +<p>Voluptuaries, and these belly-gods,<span class="linenum">15</span></p> +<p>No more true men are then so many toads.</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span><p>A good man happy is a common good;</p> +<p>Vile men advanc'd live of the common bloud.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> Give, and then take, like children!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i><span class="s26"> Bounties are</span></p> +<p>As soone repented as they happen rare.<span class="linenum">20</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> What should Kings doe, and men of eminent places,</p> +<p>But, as they gather, sow gifts to the graces?</p> +<p>And where they have given, rather give againe</p> +<p>(Being given for vertue) then, like babes and fooles,</p> +<p>Take and repent gifts? why are wealth and power?<span class="linenum">25</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> Power and wealth move to tyranny, not bountie;</p> +<p>The merchant for his wealth is swolne in minde,</p> +<p>When yet the chiefe lord of it is the winde.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> That may so chance to our state-merchants too;</p> +<p>Something performed, that hath not farre to goe.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_IV_ii_30" id="lnumber_Revenge_IV_ii_30"></a>30</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> That's the maine point, my lord; insist on that.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> But doth this fire rage further? hath it taken</p> +<p>The tender tynder of my wifes sere bloud?</p> +<p>Is shee so passionate?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i><span class="s14"> So wilde, so mad,</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span><p>Shee cannot live and this unwreakt sustaine.<span class="linenum">35</span></p> +<p>The woes are bloudy that in women raigne.</p> +<p>The Sicile gulfe keepes feare in lesse degree;</p> +<p>There is no tyger not more tame then shee.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> There is no looking home, then?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i><span class="s25"> Home! Medea</span></p> +<p>With all her hearbs, charmes, thunders, lightning,<span class="linenum">40</span></p> +<p>Made not her presence and blacke hants more dreadfull.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> Come, to the King; if he reforme not all,</p> +<p>Marke the event, none stand where that must fall. <span class="ilstagedir"> <i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;">[<a name="Revenge_IV_iii" id="Revenge_IV_iii"></a><span class="smcap">Scæna tertia.</span></h2> + +<p class="center"><i>A Room in the House of the Countess of Cambrai.</i>]</p> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Enter Countesse, Riova, and an Usher.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Usher.</i> Madame, a captaine come from Clermont D'Ambois</p> +<p>Desires accesse to you.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Countess.</i><span class="s11"> And not himselfe?</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ush.</i> No, madame.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Count.</i><span class="s9"> That's not well. Attend him in.</span> <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit Ush[er].</i></span></p> +<p>The last houre of his promise now runne out!</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span><p>And hee breake, some brack's in the frame of nature<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_IV_iii_5" id="lnumber_Revenge_IV_iii_5"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_IV_iii_5">5</a></span></p> +<p>That forceth his breach.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Usher and Aumal.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aumale.</i><span class="s12"> Save your ladiship!</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Coun.</i> All welcome! Come you from my worthy servant?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i> I, madame, and conferre such newes from him—</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Coun.</i> Such newes! what newes?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i> Newes that I wish some other had the charge of.<span class="linenum">10</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Coun.</i> O, what charge? what newes?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i> Your ladiship must use some patience,</p> +<p>Or else I cannot doe him that desire</p> +<p>He urg'd with such affection to your graces.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Coun.</i> Doe it, for heavens love, doe it! if you serve<span class="linenum">15</span></p> +<p>His kinde desires, I will have patience.</p> +<p>Is hee in health?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i><span class="s8"> He is.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Count.</i><span class="s12"> Why, that's the ground</span></p> +<p>Of all the good estate wee hold in earth;</p> +<p>All our ill built upon that is no more</p> +<p>Then wee may beare, and should; expresse it all.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_IV_iii_20" id="lnumber_Revenge_IV_iii_20"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_IV_iii_20">20</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span><p><i>Aum.</i> Madame, tis onely this; his libertie—</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Coun.</i> His libertie! Without that health is nothing.</p> +<p>Why live I, but to aske in doubt of that?</p> +<p>Is that bereft him?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i><span class="s10"> You'll againe prevent me.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Coun.</i> No more, I sweare; I must heare, and together<span class="linenum">25</span></p> +<p>Come all my miserie! Ile hold, though I burst.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i> Then, madame, thus it fares; he was envited,</p> +<p>By way of honour to him, to take view</p> +<p>Of all the powers his brother Baligny</p> +<p>Hath in his government; which rang'd in battailes,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_IV_iii_30" id="lnumber_Revenge_IV_iii_30"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_IV_iii_30">30</a></span></p> +<p>Maillard, Lieutenant to the Governour,</p> +<p>Having receiv'd strickt letters from the King,</p> +<p>To traine him to the musters and betray him</p> +<p>To their supprise; which, with Chalon in chiefe,</p> +<p>And other captaines (all the field put hard<span class="linenum">35</span></p> +<p>By his incredible valour for his scape)</p> +<p>They haplesly and guiltlesly perform'd;</p> +<p>And to Bastile hee's now led prisoner.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Count.</i> What change is here! how are my hopes prevented!</p> +<p>O my most faithfull servant, thou betraid!<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_IV_iii_40" id="lnumber_Revenge_IV_iii_40"></a>40</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span><p>Will Kings make treason lawfull? Is societie</p> +<p>(To keepe which onely Kings were first ordain'd)</p> +<p>Lesse broke in breaking faith twixt friend and friend</p> +<p>Then twixt the King and subject? let them feare</p> +<p>Kings presidents in licence lacke no danger.<span class="linenum">45</span></p> +<p>Kings are compar'd to Gods, and should be like them,</p> +<p>Full in all right, in nought superfluous,</p> +<p>Nor nothing straining past right for their right.</p> +<p>Raigne justly, and raigne safely. Policie</p> +<p>Is but a guard corrupted, and a way<span class="linenum">50</span></p> +<p>Venter'd in desarts, without guide or path.</p> +<p>Kings punish subjects errors with their owne.</p> +<p>Kings are like archers, and their subjects, shafts:</p> +<p>For as when archers let their arrowes flye,</p> +<p>They call to them, and bid them flye or fall,<span class="linenum">55</span></p> +<p>As if twere in the free power of the shaft</p> +<p>To flye or fall, when onely tis the strength,</p> +<p>Straight shooting, compasse given it by the archer,</p> +<p>That makes it hit or misse; and doing eyther,</p> +<p>Hee's to be prais'd or blam'd, and not the shaft:<span class="linenum">60</span></p> +<p>So Kings to subjects crying, "Doe, doe not this,"</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span><p>Must to them by their owne examples strength,</p> +<p>The straightnesse of their acts, and equall compasse,</p> +<p>Give subjects power t'obey them in the like;</p> +<p>Not shoote them forth with faultie ayme and strength,<span class="linenum">65</span></p> +<p>And lay the fault in them for flying amisse.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i> But for your servant, I dare sweare him guiltlesse.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Count.</i> Hee would not for his kingdome traitor be;</p> +<p>His lawes are not so true to him, as he.</p> +<p>O knew I how to free him, by way forc'd<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_IV_iii_70" id="lnumber_Revenge_IV_iii_70"></a>70</span></p> +<p>Through all their armie, I would flye, and doe it:</p> +<p>And had I of my courage and resolve</p> +<p>But tenne such more, they should not all retaine him.</p> +<p>But I will never die, before I give</p> +<p>Maillard an hundred slashes with a sword,<span class="linenum">75</span></p> +<p>Chalon an hundred breaches with a pistoll.</p> +<p>They could not all have taken Clermont D'Ambois</p> +<p>Without their treacherie; he had bought his bands out</p> +<p>With their slave blouds: but he was credulous;</p> +<p>Hee would beleeve, since he would be beleev'd;<span class="linenum">80</span></p> +<p>Your noblest natures are most credulous.</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span><p>Who gives no trust, all trust is apt to breake;</p> +<p>Hate like hell mouth who thinke not what they speake.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i> Well, madame, I must tender my attendance</p> +<p>On him againe. Will't please you to returne<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_IV_iii_85" id="lnumber_Revenge_IV_iii_85"></a>85</span></p> +<p>No service to him by me?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Count.</i><span class="s13"> Fetch me straight</span></p> +<p>My little cabinet. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit Ancil[la].</i></span></p> +<p><span class="s13">Tis little, tell him,</span></p> +<p>And much too little for his matchlesse love:</p> +<p>But as in him the worths of many men</p> +<p>Are close contracted, (<i>Intr[at] Ancil[la.]</i>) so in this are jewels<span class="linenum">90</span></p> +<p>Worth many cabinets. Here, with this (good sir)</p> +<p>Commend my kindest service to my servant,</p> +<p>Thanke him, with all my comforts, and, in them,</p> +<p>With all my life for them; all sent from him</p> +<p>In his remembrance of mee and true love.<span class="linenum">95</span></p> +<p>And looke you tell him, tell him how I lye <span class="ilstagedir"><i>She kneeles downe at his feete.</i></span></p> +<p>Prostrate at feet of his accurst misfortune,</p> +<p>Pouring my teares out, which shall ever fall,</p> +<p>Till I have pour'd for him out eyes and all.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i> O madame, this will kill him; comfort you<span class="linenum">100</span></p> +<p>With full assurance of his quicke acquitall;</p> +<p>Be not so passionate; rise, cease your teares.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span><p><i>Coun.</i> Then must my life cease. Teares are all the vent</p> +<p>My life hath to scape death. Teares please me better</p> +<p>Then all lifes comforts, being the naturall seede<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_IV_iii_105" id="lnumber_Revenge_IV_iii_105"></a>105</span></p> +<p>Of heartie sorrow. As a tree fruit beares,</p> +<p>So doth an undissembled sorrow, teares. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Hee raises her, and leades her out. Exe[unt].</i></span></p> +</div></div> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Usher.</i> This might have beene before, and sav'd much charge. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_IV_iii_5" id="lnote_Revenge_IV_iii_5"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_IV_iii_5">5</a> <i>brack's</i>. Emended by all editors; Q, brack.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_IV_iii_20" id="lnote_Revenge_IV_iii_20"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_IV_iii_20">20</a> <i>and should; expresse it all</i>. So punctuated by all +editors; Q, and should expresse it all.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_IV_iii_30" id="lnote_Revenge_IV_iii_30"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_IV_iii_30">31</a> <i>Maillard</i>. Q, Mailiard.</p></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;">[<a name="Revenge_IV_iv" id="Revenge_IV_iv"></a><span class="smcap">Scæna quarta.</span></h2> + +<p class="center"><i>A Room at the Court in Paris.</i>]</p> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Enter Henry, Guise, Baligny, Esp[ernone], Soisson. Pericot with pen, +incke, and paper.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Guise.</i> Now, sir, I hope you're much abus'd eyes see</p> +<p>In my word for my Clermont, what a villaine</p> +<p>Hee was that whisper'd in your jealous eare</p> +<p>His owne blacke treason in suggesting Clermonts,</p> +<p>Colour'd with nothing but being great with mee.<span class="linenum">5</span></p> +<p>Signe then this writ for his deliverie;</p> +<p>Your hand was never urg'd with worthier boldnesse:</p> +<p>Come, pray, sir, signe it. Why should Kings be praid</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span><p>To acts of justice? tis a reverence</p> +<p>Makes them despis'd, and showes they sticke and tyre<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_IV_iv_10" id="lnumber_Revenge_IV_iv_10"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_IV_iv_10">10</a></span></p> +<p>In what their free powers should be hot as fire.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henry.</i> Well, take your will, sir;—Ile have mine ere long.— <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Aversus.</i></span></p> +<p>But wherein is this Clermont such a rare one?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> In his most gentle and unwearied minde,</p> +<p>Rightly to vertue fram'd in very nature;<span class="linenum">15</span></p> +<p>In his most firme inexorable spirit</p> +<p>To be remov'd from any thing hee chuseth</p> +<p>For worthinesse; or beare the lest perswasion</p> +<p>To what is base, or fitteth not his object;</p> +<p>In his contempt of riches, and of greatnesse<span class="linenum">20</span></p> +<p>In estimation of th'idolatrous vulgar;</p> +<p>His scorne of all things servile and ignoble,</p> +<p>Though they could gaine him never such advancement;</p> +<p>His liberall kinde of speaking what is truth,</p> +<p>In spight of temporising; the great rising<span class="linenum">25</span></p> +<p>And learning of his soule so much the more</p> +<p>Against ill fortune, as shee set her selfe</p> +<p>Sharpe against him or would present most hard,</p> +<p>To shunne the malice of her deadliest charge;</p> +<p>His detestation of his speciall friends,<span class="linenum">30</span></p> +<p>When he perceiv'd their tyrannous will to doe,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span><p>Or their abjection basely to sustaine</p> +<p>Any injustice that they could revenge;</p> +<p>The flexibilitie of his most anger,</p> +<p>Even in the maine careere and fury of it,<span class="linenum">35</span></p> +<p>When any object of desertfull pittie</p> +<p>Offers it selfe to him; his sweet disposure,</p> +<p>As much abhorring to behold as doe</p> +<p>Any unnaturall and bloudy action;</p> +<p>His just contempt of jesters, parasites,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_IV_iv_40" id="lnumber_Revenge_IV_iv_40"></a>40</span></p> +<p>Servile observers, and polluted tongues—</p> +<p>In short, this Senecall man is found in him,</p> +<p>Hee may with heavens immortall powers compare,</p> +<p>To whom the day and fortune equall are;</p> +<p>Come faire or foule, whatever chance can fall,<span class="linenum">45</span></p> +<p>Fixt in himselfe, hee still is one to all.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Hen.</i> Showes he to others thus?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Omnes.</i><span class="s19"> To all that know him.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Hen.</i> And apprehend I this man for a traitor?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> These are your Machevilian villaines,</p> +<p>Your bastard Teucers, that, their mischiefes done,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_IV_iv_50" id="lnumber_Revenge_IV_iv_50"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_IV_iv_50">50</a></span></p> +<p>Runne to your shield for shelter; Cacusses</p> +<p>That cut their too large murtherous theveries</p> +<p>To their dens length still. Woe be to that state</p> +<p>Where treacherie guards, and ruine makes men great!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span><p><i>Hen.</i> Goe, take my letters for him, and release him.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_IV_iv_55" id="lnumber_Revenge_IV_iv_55"></a>55</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Om.</i> Thankes to your Highnesse; ever live your Highnesse! <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Baligny.</i> Better a man were buried quicke then live</p> +<p>A propertie for state and spoile to thrive. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_IV_iv_10" id="lnote_Revenge_IV_iv_10"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_IV_iv_10"><i>Aversus.</i></a> In left margin in Q.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_IV_iv_50" id="lnote_Revenge_IV_iv_50"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_IV_iv_50">51</a> <i>Cacusses</i>. Ed.; Q, Caucusses.</p></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;">[<a name="Revenge_IV_v" id="Revenge_IV_v"></a><span class="smcap">Scæna quinta.</span></h2> + +<p class="center"><i>A Country Road, between Cambrai and Paris.</i>]</p> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Enter Clermont, Mail[lard], Chal[on] with Souldiers.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Maillard.</i> Wee joy you take a chance so ill, so well.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Clermont.</i> Who ever saw me differ in acceptance</p> +<p>Of eyther fortune?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Chalon.</i><span class="s8"> What, love bad like good!</span></p> +<p>How should one learne that?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s18"> To love nothing outward,</span></p> +<p>Or not within our owne powers to command;<span class="linenum">5</span></p> +<p>And so being sure of every thing we love,</p> +<p>Who cares to lose the rest? if any man</p> +<p>Would neyther live nor dye in his free choise,</p> +<p>But as hee sees necessitie will have it</p> +<p>(Which if hee would resist, he strives in vaine)<span class="linenum">10</span></p> +<p>What can come neere him that hee doth not well?</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span><p>And if in worst events his will be done,</p> +<p>How can the best be better? all is one.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> Me thinkes tis prettie.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s17"> Put no difference</span></p> +<p>If you have this, or not this; but as children<span class="linenum">15</span></p> +<p>Playing at coites ever regard their game,</p> +<p>And care not for their coites, so let a man</p> +<p>The things themselves that touch him not esteeme,</p> +<p>But his free power in well disposing them.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Chal.</i> Prettie, from toyes!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s16"> Me thinkes this double disticke</span> <span class="linenum">20</span></p> +<p>Seemes prettily too to stay superfluous longings:</p> +<p>"Not to have want, what riches doth exceede?</p> +<p>Not to be subject, what superiour thing?</p> +<p>He that to nought aspires, doth nothing neede;</p> +<p>Who breakes no law is subject to no King."<span class="linenum">25</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> This goes to mine eare well, I promise you.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Chal.</i> O, but tis passing hard to stay one thus.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Tis so; rancke custome raps men so beyond it.</p> +<p>And as tis hard so well mens dores to barre</p> +<p>To keepe the cat out and th'adulterer:<span class="linenum">30</span></p> +<p>So tis as hard to curbe affections so</p> +<p>Wee let in nought to make them over-flow.</p> +<p>And as of Homers verses, many critickes</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span><p>On those stand of which times old moth hath eaten</p> +<p>The first or last feete, and the perfect parts<span class="linenum">35</span></p> +<p>Of his unmatched poeme sinke beneath,</p> +<p>With upright gasping and sloath dull as death:</p> +<p>So the unprofitable things of life,</p> +<p>And those we cannot compasse, we affect;</p> +<p>All that doth profit and wee have, neglect,<span class="linenum">40</span></p> +<p>Like covetous and basely getting men</p> +<p>That, gathering much, use never what they keepe;</p> +<p>But for the least they loose, extreamely weepe.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> This prettie talking, and our horses walking</p> +<p>Downe this steepe hill, spends time with equall profit.<span class="linenum">45</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Tis well bestow'd on ye; meate and men sicke</p> +<p>Agree like this and you: and yet even this</p> +<p>Is th'end of all skill, power, wealth, all that is.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Chal.</i> I long to heare, sir, how your mistresse takes this.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Aumal with a cabinet.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> Wee soone shall know it; see Aumall return'd.<span class="linenum">50</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aumale.</i> Ease to your bands, sir!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s22"> Welcome, worthy friend!</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span><p><i>Chal.</i> How tooke his noblest mistresse your sad message?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i> As great rich men take sodaine povertie.</p> +<p>I never witness'd a more noble love,</p> +<p>Nor a more ruthfull sorrow: I well wisht<span class="linenum">55</span></p> +<p>Some other had beene master of my message.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> Y'are happy, sir, in all things, but this one</p> +<p>Of your unhappy apprehension.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> This is to mee, compar'd with her much mone,</p> +<p>As one teare is to her whole passion.<span class="linenum">60</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i> Sir, shee commends her kindest service to you,</p> +<p>And this rich cabinet.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Chal.</i><span class="s12"> O happy man!</span></p> +<p>This may enough hold to redeeme your bands.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> These clouds, I doubt not, will be soone blowne over.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Baligny, with his discharge: Renel, and others.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i> Your hope is just and happy; see, sir, both<span class="linenum">65</span></p> +<p>In both the looks of these.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Baligny.</i><span class="s13"> Here's a discharge</span></p> +<p>For this your prisoner, my good Lord Lieutenant.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> Alas, sir, I usurpe that stile, enforc't,</p> +<p>And hope you know it was not my aspiring.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span><p><i>Bal.</i> Well, sir, my wrong aspir'd past all mens hopes.<span class="linenum">70</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> I sorrow for it, sir.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Renel.</i><span class="s14"> You see, sir, there</span></p> +<p>Your prisoners discharge autenticall.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mail.</i> It is, sir, and I yeeld it him with gladnesse.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> Brother, I brought you downe to much good purpose.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Repeate not that, sir; the amends makes all.<span class="linenum">75</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> I joy in it, my best and worthiest friend;</p> +<p>O, y'have a princely fautor of the Guise.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> I thinke I did my part to.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i><span class="s19"> Well, sir, all</span></p> +<p>Is in the issue well: and (worthiest friend)</p> +<p>Here's from your friend, the Guise; here from the Countesse,<span class="linenum">80</span></p> +<p>Your brothers mistresse, the contents whereof</p> +<p>I know, and must prepare you now to please</p> +<p>Th'unrested spirit of your slaughtered brother,</p> +<p>If it be true, as you imagin'd once,</p> +<p>His apparition show'd it. The complot<span class="linenum">85</span></p> +<p>Is now laid sure betwixt us; therefore haste</p> +<p>Both to your great friend (who hath some use waightie</p> +<p>For your repaire to him) and to the Countesse,</p> +<p>Whose satisfaction is no lesse important.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span><p><i>Cler.</i> I see all, and will haste as it importeth.<span class="linenum">90</span></p> +<p>And good friend, since I must delay a little</p> +<p>My wisht attendance on my noblest mistresse,</p> +<p>Excuse me to her, with returne of this,</p> +<p>And endlesse protestation of my service;</p> +<p>And now become as glad a messenger,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_IV_v_95" id="lnumber_Revenge_IV_v_95"></a>95</span></p> +<p>As you were late a wofull.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i><span class="s16"> Happy change!</span></p> +<p>I ever will salute thee with my service. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit.</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> Yet more newes, brother; the late jesting Monsieur</p> +<p>Makes now your brothers dying prophesie equall</p> +<p>At all parts, being dead as he presag'd.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_IV_v_100" id="lnumber_Revenge_IV_v_100"></a>100</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> Heaven shield the Guise from seconding that truth</p> +<p>With what he likewise prophesied on him!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> It hath enough, twas grac'd with truth in one;</p> +<p>To'th other falshood and confusion!</p> +<p>Leade to the Court, sir.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i><span class="s15"> You Ile leade no more;</span> <span class="linenum"><a href="#lnote_Revenge_IV_v_105">105</a></span></p> +<p>It was to ominous and foule before. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Finis Actus quarti.</i></p> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_IV_v_105" id="lnote_Revenge_IV_v_105"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_IV_v_100">105</a> <i>to the</i>. Shepherd, Phelps; Q, to'th.</p></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="Revenge_V_i" id="Revenge_V_i"></a><span class="smcap">Actus quinti Scæna prima.</span></h2> + +<p class="center">[<i>A Room in the Palace of the Duke of Guise.</i>]</p> + + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Ascendit Umbra Bussi.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Umbra Bussi.</i> Up from the chaos of eternall night</p> +<p>(To which the whole digestion of the world</p> +<p>Is now returning) once more I ascend,</p> +<p>And bide the cold dampe of this piercing ayre,</p> +<p>To urge the justice whose almightie word<span class="linenum">5</span></p> +<p>Measures the bloudy acts of impious men</p> +<p>With equall pennance, who in th'act it selfe</p> +<p>Includes th'infliction, which like chained shot</p> +<p>Batter together still; though (as the thunder</p> +<p>Seemes, by mens duller hearing then their sight,<span class="linenum">10</span></p> +<p>To breake a great time after lightning forth,</p> +<p>Yet both at one time teare the labouring cloud)</p> +<p>So men thinke pennance of their ils is slow,</p> +<p>Though th'ill and pennance still together goe.</p> +<p>Reforme, yee ignorant men, your manlesse lives<span class="linenum">15</span></p> +<p>Whose lawes yee thinke are nothing but your lusts;</p> +<p>When leaving (but for supposition sake)</p> +<p>The body of felicitie, religion,</p> +<p>Set in the midst of Christendome, and her head</p> +<p>Cleft to her bosome, one halfe one way swaying,<span class="linenum">20</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span><p>Another th'other, all the Christian world</p> +<p>And all her lawes whose observation</p> +<p>Stands upon faith, above the power of reason—</p> +<p>Leaving (I say) all these, this might suffice</p> +<p>To fray yee from your vicious swindge in ill<span class="linenum">25</span></p> +<p>And set you more on fire to doe more good;</p> +<p>That since the world (as which of you denies?)</p> +<p>Stands by proportion, all may thence conclude</p> +<p>That all the joynts and nerves sustaining nature</p> +<p>As well may breake, and yet the world abide,<span class="linenum">30</span></p> +<p>As any one good unrewarded die,</p> +<p>Or any one ill scape his penaltie. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>The Ghost stands close.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Guise, Clermont.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Guise.</i> Thus (friend) thou seest how all good men would thrive,</p> +<p>Did not the good thou prompt'st me with prevent</p> +<p>The jealous ill pursuing them in others.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_V_i_35" id="lnumber_Revenge_V_i_35"></a>35</span></p> +<p>But now thy dangers are dispatcht, note mine.</p> +<p>Hast thou not heard of that admired voyce</p> +<p>That at the barricadoes spake to mee,</p> +<p>(No person seene) "Let's leade my lord to Reimes"?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Clermont.</i> Nor could you learne the person?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i><span class="s31"> By no meanes.</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_V_i_40" id="lnumber_Revenge_V_i_40"></a>40</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Twas but your fancie, then, a waking dreame:</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span><p>For as in sleepe, which bindes both th'outward senses</p> +<p>And the sense common to, th'imagining power</p> +<p>(Stird up by formes hid in the memories store,</p> +<p>Or by the vapours of o'er-flowing humours<span class="linenum">45</span></p> +<p>In bodies full and foule, and mixt with spirits)</p> +<p>Faines many strange, miraculous images,</p> +<p>In which act it so painfully applyes</p> +<p>It selfe to those formes that the common sense</p> +<p>It actuates with his motion, and thereby<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_V_i_50" id="lnumber_Revenge_V_i_50"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_V_i_50">50</a></span></p> +<p>Those fictions true seeme and have reall act:</p> +<p>So, in the strength of our conceits awake,</p> +<p>The cause alike doth [oft] like fictions make.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Be what it will, twas a presage of something</p> +<p>Waightie and secret, which th'advertisements<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_V_i_55" id="lnumber_Revenge_V_i_55"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_V_i_55">55</a></span></p> +<p>I have receiv'd from all parts, both without</p> +<p>And in this kingdome, as from Rome and Spaine,</p> +<p>Lorraine and Savoye, gives me cause to thinke,</p> +<p>All writing that our plots catastrophe,</p> +<p>For propagation of the Catholique cause,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_V_i_60" id="lnumber_Revenge_V_i_60"></a>60</span></p> +<p>Will bloudy prove, dissolving all our counsailes.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Retyre, then, from them all.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i><span class="s22"> I must not doe so.</span></p> +<p>The Arch-Bishop of Lyons tels me plaine</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span><p>I shall be said then to abandon France</p> +<p>In so important an occasion;<span class="linenum">65</span></p> +<p>And that mine enemies (their profit making</p> +<p>Of my faint absence) soone would let that fall,</p> +<p>That all my paines did to this height exhale.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Let all fall that would rise unlawfully!</p> +<p>Make not your forward spirit in vertues right<span class="linenum">70</span></p> +<p>A property for vice, by thrusting on</p> +<p>Further then all your powers can fetch you off.</p> +<p>It is enough, your will is infinite</p> +<p>To all things vertuous and religious,</p> +<p>Which, within limits kept, may without danger<span class="linenum">75</span></p> +<p>Let vertue some good from your graces gather.</p> +<p>Avarice of all is ever nothings father.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Umb.</i> Danger (the spurre of all great mindes) is ever</p> +<p>The curbe to your tame spirits; you respect not</p> +<p>(With all your holinesse of life and learning)<span class="linenum">80</span></p> +<p>More then the present, like illiterate vulgars;</p> +<p>Your minde (you say) kept in your fleshes bounds</p> +<p>Showes that mans will must rul'd be by his power:</p> +<p>When by true doctrine you are taught to live</p> +<p>Rather without the body then within,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_V_i_85" id="lnumber_Revenge_V_i_85"></a>85</span></p> +<p>And rather to your God still then your selfe.</p> +<p>To live to Him is to doe all things fitting</p> +<p>His image in which like Himselfe we live;</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span><p>To be His image is to doe those things</p> +<p>That make us deathlesse, which by death is onely<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_V_i_90" id="lnumber_Revenge_V_i_90"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_V_i_90">90</a></span></p> +<p>Doing those deedes that fit eternitie;</p> +<p>And those deedes are the perfecting that justice</p> +<p>That makes the world last, which proportion is</p> +<p>Of punishment and wreake for every wrong,</p> +<p>As well as for right a reward as strong:<span class="linenum">95</span></p> +<p>Away, then! use the meanes thou hast to right</p> +<p>The wrong I suffer'd. What corrupted law</p> +<p>Leaves unperform'd in Kings, doe thou supply,</p> +<p>And be above them all in dignitie. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit.</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Why stand'st thou still thus, and applyest thine eares<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_V_i_100" id="lnumber_Revenge_V_i_100"></a>100</span></p> +<p>And eyes to nothing?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s13"> Saw you nothing here?</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Thou dream'st awake now; what was here to see?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> My brothers spirit, urging his revenge.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Thy brothers spirit! pray thee mocke me not.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> No, by my love and service.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i><span class="s23"> Would he rise,</span> <span class="linenum">105</span></p> +<p>And not be thundring threates against the Guise?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> You make amends for enmitie to him,</p> +<p>With tenne parts more love and desert of mee;</p> +<p>And as you make your hate to him no let</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span><p>Of any love to mee, no more beares hee<span class="linenum">110</span></p> +<p>(Since you to me supply it) hate to you.</p> +<p>Which reason and which justice is perform'd</p> +<p>In spirits tenne parts more then fleshy men;</p> +<p>To whose fore-sights our acts and thoughts lie open:</p> +<p>And therefore, since hee saw the treacherie<span class="linenum">115</span></p> +<p>Late practis'd by my brother Baligny,</p> +<p>Hee would not honor his hand with the justice</p> +<p>(As hee esteemes it) of his blouds revenge,</p> +<p>To which my sister needes would have him sworne,</p> +<p>Before she would consent to marry him.<span class="linenum">120</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> O Baligny!—who would beleeve there were</p> +<p>A man that (onely since his lookes are rais'd</p> +<p>Upwards, and have but sacred heaven in sight)</p> +<p>Could beare a minde so more then divellish?</p> +<p>As for the painted glory of the countenance,<span class="linenum">125</span></p> +<p>Flitting in Kings, doth good for nought esteeme,</p> +<p>And the more ill hee does, the better seeme.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Wee easily may beleeve it, since we see</p> +<p>In this worlds practise few men better be.</p> +<p>Justice to live doth nought but justice neede,<span class="linenum">130</span></p> +<p>But policie must still on mischiefe feede.</p> +<p>Untruth, for all his ends, truths name doth sue in;</p> +<p>None safely live but those that study ruine.</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[Pg 272]</a></span><p>A good man happy is a common good;</p> +<p>Ill men advanc'd live of the common bloud.<span class="linenum">135</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> But this thy brothers spirit startles mee,</p> +<p>These spirits seld or never hanting men</p> +<p>But some mishap ensues.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s15"> Ensue what can;</span></p> +<p>Tyrants may kill but never hurt a man;</p> +<p>All to his good makes, spight of death and hell.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_V_i_140" id="lnumber_Revenge_V_i_140"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_V_i_140">140</a></span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Aumall.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aumale.</i> All the desert of good renowne your Highnesse!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Welcome, Aumall!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s15"> My good friend, friendly welcome!</span></p> +<p>How tooke my noblest mistresse the chang'd newes?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i> It came too late sir, for those loveliest eyes</p> +<p>(Through which a soule look't so divinely loving,<span class="linenum">145</span></p> +<p>Teares nothing uttering her distresse enough)</p> +<p>She wept quite out, and, like two falling starres,</p> +<p>Their dearest sights quite vanisht with her teares.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> All good forbid it!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i><span class="s15"> What events are these!</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span><p><i>Cler.</i> All must be borne, my lord; and yet this chance<span class="linenum">150</span></p> +<p>Would willingly enforce a man to cast off</p> +<p>All power to beare with comfort, since hee sees</p> +<p>In this our comforts made our miseries.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> How strangely thou art lov'd of both the sexes;</p> +<p>Yet thou lov'st neyther, but the good of both.<span class="linenum">155</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> In love of women my affection first</p> +<p>Takes fire out of the fraile parts of my bloud;</p> +<p>Which, till I have enjoy'd, is passionate</p> +<p>Like other lovers; but, fruition past,</p> +<p>I then love out of judgement, the desert<span class="linenum">160</span></p> +<p>Of her I love still sticking in my heart,</p> +<p>Though the desire and the delight be gone,</p> +<p>Which must chance still, since the comparison</p> +<p>Made upon tryall twixt what reason loves,</p> +<p>And what affection, makes in mee the best<span class="linenum">165</span></p> +<p>Ever preferd, what most love, valuing lest.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Thy love being judgement then, and of the minde,</p> +<p>Marry thy worthiest mistresse now being blinde.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> If there were love in mariage, so I would;</p> +<p>But I denie that any man doth love,<span class="linenum">170</span></p> +<p>Affecting wives, maides, widowes, any women:</p> +<p>For neither flyes love milke, although they drowne</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</a></span><p>In greedy search thereof; nor doth the bee</p> +<p>Love honey, though the labour of her life</p> +<p>Is spent in gathering it; nor those that fat<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_V_i_175" id="lnumber_Revenge_V_i_175"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_V_i_175">175</a></span></p> +<p>On beasts, or fowles, doe any thing therein</p> +<p>For any love: for as when onely nature</p> +<p>Moves men to meate, as farre as her power rules,</p> +<p>Shee doth it with a temperate appetite,</p> +<p>The too much men devoure abhorring nature,<span class="linenum">180</span></p> +<p>And in our most health is our most disease:</p> +<p>So, when humanitie rules men and women,</p> +<p>Tis for societie confinde in reason.</p> +<p>But what excites the beds desire in bloud,</p> +<p>By no meanes justly can be construed love;<span class="linenum">185</span></p> +<p>For when love kindles any knowing spirit,</p> +<p>It ends in vertue and effects divine,</p> +<p>And is in friendship chaste and masculine.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Thou shalt my mistresse be; me thinkes my bloud</p> +<p>Is taken up to all love with thy vertues.<span class="linenum">190</span></p> +<p>And howsoever other men despise</p> +<p>These paradoxes strange and too precise,</p> +<p>Since they hold on the right way of our reason,</p> +<p>I could attend them ever. Come, away;</p> +<p>Performe thy brothers thus importun'd wreake;<span class="linenum">195</span></p> +<p>And I will see what great affaires the King</p> +<p>Hath to employ my counsell which he seemes</p> +<p>Much to desire, and more and more esteemes. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_V_i_50" id="lnote_Revenge_V_i_50"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_i_50">53</a> <i>doth oft like</i>. Emended by ed.; Q, doth of like.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_V_i_55" id="lnote_Revenge_V_i_55"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_i_55">58</a> <i>Lorraine</i>. Emended by ed.; Q, Soccaine; see note on +55-61.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_V_i_90" id="lnote_Revenge_V_i_90"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_i_90">90</a> Repunctuated by ed.; Q has (;) at the end of the line.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_V_i_140" id="lnote_Revenge_V_i_140"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_i_140">141</a> <i>All . . . renowne</i>. Q, All the desert of good, renowne your +Highnesse.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_V_i_175" id="lnote_Revenge_V_i_175"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_i_175">176</a> <i>On</i>. Shepherd, Phelps; Q, Or.</p></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[Pg 275]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;">[<a name="Revenge_V_ii" id="Revenge_V_ii"></a><span class="smcap">Scæna secunda.</span></h2> + +<p class="center"><i>A Room at the Court.</i>]</p> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Enter Henry, Baligny, with sixe of the guard.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henry.</i> Saw you his sawcie forcing of my hand</p> +<p>To D'Ambois freedome?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Baligny.</i><span class="s13"> Saw, and through mine eyes</span></p> +<p>Let fire into my heart, that burn'd to beare</p> +<p>An insolence so giantly austere.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Hen.</i> The more Kings beare at subjects hands, the more<span class="linenum">5</span></p> +<p>Their lingring justice gathers; that resembles</p> +<p>The waightie and the goodly-bodied eagle,</p> +<p>Who (being on earth) before her shady wings</p> +<p>Can raise her into ayre, a mightie way</p> +<p>Close by the ground she runnes; but being aloft,<span class="linenum">10</span></p> +<p>All shee commands, she flyes at; and the more</p> +<p>Death in her seres beares, the more time shee stayes</p> +<p>Her thundry stoope from that on which shee preyes.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Bal.</i> You must be then more secret in the waight</p> +<p>Of these your shadie counsels, who will else<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_V_ii_15" id="lnumber_Revenge_V_ii_15"></a>15</span></p> +<p>Beare (where such sparkes flye as the Guise and D'Ambois)</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[Pg 276]</a></span><p>Pouder about them. Counsels (as your entrailes)</p> +<p>Should be unpierst and sound kept; for not those</p> +<p>Whom you discover you neglect; but ope</p> +<p>A ruinous passage to your owne best hope.<span class="linenum">20</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Hen.</i> Wee have spies set on us, as we on others;</p> +<p>And therefore they that serve us must excuse us,</p> +<p>If what wee most hold in our hearts take winde;</p> +<p>Deceit hath eyes that see into the minde.</p> +<p>But this plot shall be quicker then their twinckling,<span class="linenum">25</span></p> +<p>On whose lids Fate with her dead waight shall lie,</p> +<p>And confidence that lightens ere she die.</p> +<p>Friends of my Guard, as yee gave othe to be</p> +<p>True to your Soveraigne, keepe it manfully.</p> +<p>Your eyes have witnest oft th'ambition<span class="linenum">30</span></p> +<p>That never made accesse to me in Guise</p> +<p>But treason ever sparkled in his eyes;</p> +<p>Which if you free us of, our safetie shall</p> +<p>You not our subjects but our patrons call.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Omnes.</i> Our duties binde us; hee is now but dead.<span class="linenum">35</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Hen.</i> Wee trust in it, and thanke ye. Baligny,</p> +<p>Goe lodge their ambush, and thou God, that art</p> +<p>Fautor of princes, thunder from the skies</p> +<p>Beneath his hill of pride this gyant Guise. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;">[<a name="Revenge_V_iii" id="Revenge_V_iii"></a><span class="smcap">Scæna tertia.</span></h2> + +<p class="center"><i>A Room in Montsurry's House.</i>]</p> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Enter Tamyra with a letter, Charlotte in mans attire.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tamyra.</i> I see y'are servant, sir, to my deare sister,</p> +<p>The lady of her loved Baligny.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Charlotte.</i> Madame, I am bound to her vertuous bounties</p> +<p>For that life which I offer, in her service,</p> +<p>To the revenge of her renowned brother.<span class="linenum">5</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> She writes to mee as much, and much desires</p> +<p>That you may be the man, whose spirit shee knowes</p> +<p>Will cut short off these long and dull delayes</p> +<p>Hitherto bribing the eternall Justice:</p> +<p>Which I beleeve, since her unmatched spirit<span class="linenum">10</span></p> +<p>Can judge of spirits that have her sulphure in them.</p> +<p>But I must tell you that I make no doubt</p> +<p>Her living brother will revenge her dead,</p> +<p>On whom the dead impos'd the taske, and hee,</p> +<p>I know, will come t'effect it instantly.<span class="linenum">15</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span><p><i>Char.</i> They are but words in him; beleeve them not.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> See; this is the vault where he must enter;</p> +<p>Where now I thinke hee is.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Renel at the vault, with the Countesse being blinde.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Renel.</i><span class="s16"> God save you, lady!</span></p> +<p>What gentleman is this, with whom you trust</p> +<p>The deadly waightie secret of this houre?<span class="linenum">20</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> One that your selfe will say I well may trust.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> Then come up, madame. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>He helps the Countesse up.</i></span></p> +<p><span class="s24"> See here, honour'd lady,</span></p> +<p>A Countesse that in loves mishap doth equall</p> +<p>At all parts your wrong'd selfe, and is the mistresse</p> +<p>Of your slaine servants brother; in whose love,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_V_iii_25" id="lnumber_Revenge_V_iii_25"></a>25</span></p> +<p>For his late treachrous apprehension,</p> +<p>She wept her faire eyes from her ivory browes,</p> +<p>And would have wept her soule out, had not I</p> +<p>Promist to bring her to this mortall quarrie,</p> +<p>That by her lost eyes for her servants love<span class="linenum">30</span></p> +<p>She might conjure him from this sterne attempt,</p> +<p>In which (by a most ominous dreame shee had)</p> +<p>Shee knowes his death fixt, and that never more</p> +<p>Out of this place the sunne shall see him live.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span><p><i>Char.</i> I am provided, then, to take his place <span class="linenum">35</span></p> +<p>And undertaking on me.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i><span class="s15"> You sir, why?</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Char.</i> Since I am charg'd so by my mistresse,</p> +<p>His mournfull sister.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s11"> See her letter, sir.</span> <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Hee reades.</i></span></p> +<p>Good madame, I rue your fate more then mine,</p> +<p>And know not how to order these affaires,<span class="linenum">40</span></p> +<p>They stand on such occurrents.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i><span class="s20"> This, indeede,</span></p> +<p>I know to be your lady mistresse hand;</p> +<p>And know besides, his brother will and must</p> +<p>Indure no hand in this revenge but his.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Umbr[a] Bussy.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Umbra.</i> Away, dispute no more; get up, and see!<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_V_iii_45" id="lnumber_Revenge_V_iii_45"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_V_iii_45">45</a></span></p> +<p>Clermont must auchthor this just tragedie.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Coun.</i> Who's that?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i><span class="s11"> The spirit of Bussy.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s26"> O my servant!</span></p> +<p>Let us embrace.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Umb.</i><span class="s8"> Forbeare! The ayre, in which</span></p> +<p>My figures liknesse is imprest, will blast.</p> +<p>Let my revenge for all loves satisfie,<span class="linenum">50</span></p> +<p>In which, dame, feare not, Clermont shall not dye.</p> +<p>No word dispute more; up, and see th'event. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt Ladyes.</i></span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span><p>Make the guard sure, Renel; and then the doores</p> +<p>Command to make fast, when the Earle is in. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit Ren[el].</i></span></p> +<p>The blacke soft-footed houre is now on wing,<span class="linenum">55</span></p> +<p>Which, for my just wreake, ghosts shall celebrate</p> +<p>With dances dire and of infernall state. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#Revenge_V_iii">2</a> <i>loved</i>. Shepherd, Phelps; Q, lou'd.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#Revenge_V_iii">4</a> <i>her service</i>. Ed.; Q, her vertuous service; vertuous, which +is obviously hypermetrical, has been repeated by mistake from +the previous line.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_V_iii_45" id="lnote_Revenge_V_iii_45"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_iii_45">47-48.</a> Three lines in Q, broken at <i>Bussy</i>, <i>embrace</i>, +<i>which</i>.</p></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + + +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;">[<a name="Revenge_V_iv" id="Revenge_V_iv"></a><span class="smcap">Scæna quarta.</span></h2> + +<p class="center"><i>An Ante-room to the Council-Chamber.</i>]</p> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Enter Guise.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Guise.</i> Who sayes that death is naturall, when nature</p> +<p>Is with the onely thought of it dismaid?</p> +<p>I have had lotteries set up for my death,</p> +<p>And I have drawne beneath my trencher one,</p> +<p>Knit in my hand-kerchiefe another lot,<span class="linenum">5</span></p> +<p>The word being, "Y'are a dead man if you enter";</p> +<p>And these words this imperfect bloud and flesh</p> +<p>Shrincke at in spight of me, their solidst part</p> +<p>Melting like snow within mee with colde fire.</p> +<p>I hate my selfe, that, seeking to rule Kings,<span class="linenum">10</span></p> +<p>I cannot curbe my slave. Would any spirit</p> +<p>Free, manly, princely, wish to live to be</p> +<p>Commanded by this masse of slaverie,</p> +<p>Since reason, judgement, resolution,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span><p>And scorne of what we feare, will yeeld to feare?<span class="linenum">15</span></p> +<p>While this same sincke of sensualitie swels,</p> +<p>Who would live sinking in it? and not spring</p> +<p>Up to the starres, and leave this carrion here,</p> +<p>For wolfes, and vultures, and for dogges to teare?</p> +<p>O Clermont D'Ambois, wert thou here to chide<span class="linenum">20</span></p> +<p>This softnesse from my flesh, farre as my reason,</p> +<p>Farre as my resolution not to stirre</p> +<p>One foote out of the way for death and hell!</p> +<p>Let my false man by falshood perish here;</p> +<p>There's no way else to set my true man cleere.<span class="linenum">25</span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Messenger.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Messenger.</i> The King desires your Grace to come to Councill.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> I come. It cannot be; hee will not dare</p> +<p>To touch me with a treacherie so prophane.</p> +<p>Would Clermont now were here, to try how hee</p> +<p>Would lay about him, if this plot should be:<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_V_iv_30" id="lnumber_Revenge_V_iv_30"></a>30</span></p> +<p>Here would be tossing soules into the skie.</p> +<p>Who ever knew bloud sav'd by treacherie?</p> +<p>Well, I must on, and will; what should I feare?</p> +<p>Not against two, Alcides; against two,</p> +<p>And Hercules to friend, the Guise will goe.<span class="linenum">35</span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>He takes up the Arras, and the Guard enters upon him: hee drawes.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Holde, murtherers! <span class="ilstagedir"><i>They strike him downe.</i></span></p> +<p><span class="s19">So then, this is confidence</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[Pg 282]</a></span><p>In greatnes, not in goodnes. Wher is the King?</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>The King comes in sight with Es[pernone], Sois[son], & others.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p>Let him appeare to justifie his deede,</p> +<p>In spight of my betrai'd wounds; ere my soule</p> +<p>Take her flight through them, and my tongue hath strength<span class="linenum">40</span></p> +<p>To urge his tyrannie.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henry.</i><span class="s10"> See, sir, I am come</span></p> +<p>To justifie it before men and God,</p> +<p>Who knowes with what wounds in my heart for woe</p> +<p>Of your so wounded faith I made these wounds,</p> +<p>Forc't to it by an insolence of force<span class="linenum">45</span></p> +<p>To stirre a stone; nor is a rocke, oppos'd</p> +<p>To all the billowes of the churlish sea,</p> +<p>More beate and eaten with them then was I</p> +<p>With your ambitious, mad idolatrie;</p> +<p>And this bloud I shed is to save the bloud<span class="linenum">50</span></p> +<p>Of many thousands.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i><span class="s12"> That's your white pretext;</span></p> +<p>But you will finde one drop of bloud shed lawlesse</p> +<p>Will be the fountaine to a purple sea.</p> +<p>The present lust and shift made for Kings lives,</p> +<p>Against the pure forme and just power of law,<span class="linenum">55</span></p> +<p>Will thrive like shifters purchases; there hangs</p> +<p>A blacke starre in the skies, to which the sunne</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span><p>Gives yet no light, will raine a poyson'd shower</p> +<p>Into your entrailes, that will make you feele</p> +<p>How little safetie lies in treacherous steele.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_V_iv_60" id="lnumber_Revenge_V_iv_60"></a>60</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Hen.</i> Well, sir, Ile beare it; y'have a brother to</p> +<p>Bursts with like threates, the skarlet Cardinall—</p> +<p>Seeke, and lay hands on him; and take this hence,</p> +<p>Their blouds, for all you, on my conscience! <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exit.</i></span></p> +</div></div> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> So, sir, your full swindge take; mine death hath curb'd.<span class="linenum">65</span></p> +<p>Clermont, farewell! O didst thou see but this!</p> +<p>But it is better; see by this the ice</p> +<p>Broke to thine owne bloud, which thou wilt despise</p> +<p>When thou hear'st mine shed. Is there no friend here</p> +<p>Will beare my love to him?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aumale.</i><span class="s14"> I will, my lord.</span> <span class="linenum">70</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Gui.</i> Thankes with my last breath: recommend me, then,</p> +<p>To the most worthy of the race of men. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Dyes. Exeunt.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[Pg 284]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;">[<a name="Revenge_V_v" id="Revenge_V_v"></a><span class="smcap">Scæna quinta.</span></h2> + +<p class="center"><i>A Room in Montsurry's House.</i>]</p> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>Enter Monts[urry] and Tamyra.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Montsurry.</i> Who have you let into my house?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tamyra.</i><span class="s28"> I? none.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Tis false; I savour the rancke bloud of foes</p> +<p>In every corner.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s8"> That you may doe well;</span></p> +<p>It is the bloud you lately shed you smell.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Sdeath! the vault opens. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>The gulfe opens.</i></span></p> +</div></div> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s20"> What vault? hold your sword.</span> <span class="linenum">5</span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="stagedir"><i>Clermont ascends.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Clermont.</i> No, let him use it.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s18"> Treason! murther! murther!</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Exclaime not; tis in vaine, and base in you,</p> +<p>Being one to onely one.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s13"> O bloudy strumpet!</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> With what bloud charge you her? it may be mine</p> +<p>As well as yours; there shall not any else<span class="linenum">10</span></p> +<p>Enter or touch you: I conferre no guards,</p> +<p>Nor imitate the murtherous course you tooke,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span><p>But single here will have my former challenge</p> +<p>Now answer'd single; not a minute more</p> +<p>My brothers bloud shall stay for his revenge,<span class="linenum">15</span></p> +<p>If I can act it; if not, mine shall adde</p> +<p>A double conquest to you, that alone</p> +<p>Put it to fortune now, and use no ods.</p> +<p>Storme not, nor beate your selfe thus gainst the dores,</p> +<p>Like to a savage vermine in a trap:<span class="linenum">20</span></p> +<p>All dores are sure made, and you cannot scape</p> +<p>But by your valour.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s10"> No, no, come and kill mee.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> If you will die so like a beast, you shall;</p> +<p>But when the spirit of a man may save you,</p> +<p>Doe not so shame man, and a Nobleman.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_V_v_25" id="lnumber_Revenge_V_v_25"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_V_v_25">25</a></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> I doe not show this basenesse that I feare thee,</p> +<p>But to prevent and shame thy victory,</p> +<p>Which of one base is base, and so Ile die.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Here, then.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s8"> Stay, hold! One thought hath harden'd me,</span> <span class="ilstagedir"><i>He starts up.</i></span></p> +<p>And since I must afford thee victorie,<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_V_v_30" id="lnumber_Revenge_V_v_30"></a>30</span></p> +<p>It shall be great and brave, if one request</p> +<p>Thou wilt admit mee.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span><p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s12"> What's that?</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s22"> Give me leave</span></p> +<p>To fetch and use the sword thy brother gave mee,</p> +<p>When he was bravely giving up his life.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> No; Ile not fight against my brothers sword;<span class="linenum">35</span></p> +<p>Not that I feare it, but since tis a tricke</p> +<p>For you to show your backe.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s18"> By all truth, no:</span></p> +<p>Take but my honourable othe, I will not.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Your honourable othe! Plaine truth no place has</p> +<p>Where othes are honourable.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s18"> Trust not his othe.</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_V_v_40" id="lnumber_Revenge_V_v_40"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_V_v_40">40</a></span></p> +<p>Hee will lie like a lapwing; when shee flyes</p> +<p>Farre from her sought nest, still "Here tis" shee cryes.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Out on thee, damme of divels! I will quite</p> +<p>Disgrace thy bravos conquest, die, not fight. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Lyes downe.</i></span></p> +</div></div> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> Out on my fortune, to wed such an abject!<span class="linenum">45</span></p> +<p>Now is the peoples voyce the voyce of God;</p> +<p>Hee that to wound a woman vants so much,</p> +<p>As hee did mee, a man dares never touch.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span><p><i>Cler.</i> Revenge your wounds now, madame; I resigne him</p> +<p>Up to your full will, since hee will not fight.<span class="linenum">50</span></p> +<p>First you shall torture him (as hee did you,</p> +<p>And justice wils) and then pay I my vow.</p> +<p>Here, take this ponyard.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s14"> Sinke earth, open heaven,</span></p> +<p>And let fall vengeance!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s13"> Come sir, good sir, hold him.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> O shame of women, whither art thou fled!<span class="linenum">55</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Why (good my lord) is it a greater shame</p> +<p>For her then you? come, I will be the bands</p> +<p>You us'd to her, prophaning her faire hands.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> No, sir, Ile fight now, and the terror be</p> +<p>Of all you champions to such as shee.<span class="linenum">60</span></p> +<p>I did but thus farre dally; now observe.</p> +<p>O all you aking fore-heads that have rob'd</p> +<p>Your hands of weapons and your hearts of valour,</p> +<p>Joyne in mee all your rages and rebutters,</p> +<p>And into dust ram this same race of Furies;<span class="linenum">65</span></p> +<p>In this one relicke of the Ambois gall,</p> +<p>In his one purple soule shed, drowne it all. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Fight.</i></span></p> +</div></div> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Now give me breath a while.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span><p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s23"> Receive it freely.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> What thinke y'a this now?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s21"> It is very noble,</span></p> +<p>Had it beene free, at least, and of your selfe;<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_V_v_70" id="lnumber_Revenge_V_v_70"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_V_v_70">70</a></span></p> +<p>And thus wee see (where valour most doth vant)</p> +<p>What tis to make a coward valiant.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Now I shall grace your conquest.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s27"> That you shall.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> If you obtaine it.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s14"> True, sir, tis in fortune.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> If you were not a D'Ambois, I would scarce<span class="linenum">75</span></p> +<p>Change lives with you, I feele so great a change</p> +<p>In my tall spirits breath'd, I thinke, with the breath</p> +<p>A D'Ambois breathes here; and necessitie</p> +<p>(With whose point now prickt on, and so whose helpe</p> +<p>My hands may challenge) that doth all men conquer,<span class="linenum">80</span></p> +<p>If shee except not you of all men onely,</p> +<p>May change the case here.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s16"> True, as you are chang'd;</span></p> +<p>Her power, in me urg'd, makes y'another man</p> +<p>Then yet you ever were.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s14"> Well, I must on.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Your lordship must by all meanes.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[Pg 289]</a></span><p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s26"> Then at all.</span> <span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_V_v_85" id="lnumber_Revenge_V_v_85"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_V_v_85">85</a></span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="stagedir"><i>Fights, and D'Ambois hurts him.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>[Enter Renel, the Countess, and] Charlotte above.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Charlotte.</i> Death of my father, what a shame is this!</p> +<p>Sticke in his hands thus! <span class="ilstagedir"><i>She gets downe.</i></span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Renel [trying to stop her].</i> Gentle sir, forbeare!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Countess.</i> Is he not slaine yet?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i><span class="s20"> No, madame, but hurt</span></p> +<p>In divers parts of him.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i><span class="s12"> Y'have given it me,</span></p> +<p>And yet I feele life for another vennie.<span class="linenum">90</span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Charlotte [below].</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> What would you, sir?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Char.</i><span class="s17"> I would performe this combat.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Against which of us?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Char.</i><span class="s16"> I care not much if twere</span></p> +<p>Against thy selfe; thy sister would have sham'd</p> +<p>To have thy brothers wreake with any man</p> +<p>In single combat sticke so in her fingers.<span class="linenum">95</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> My sister! know you her?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s20"> I, sir, shee sent him</span></p> +<p>With this kinde letter, to performe the wreake</p> +<p>Of my deare servant.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s12"> Now, alas! good sir,</span></p> +<p>Thinke you you could doe more?</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[Pg 290]</a></span><p><i>Char.</i><span class="s21"> Alas! I doe;</span></p> +<p>And wer't not I, fresh, sound, should charge a man<span class="linenum">100</span></p> +<p>Weary and wounded, I would long ere this</p> +<p>Have prov'd what I presume on.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s21"> Y'have a minde</span></p> +<p>Like to my sister, but have patience now;</p> +<p>If next charge speede not, Ile resigne to you.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Pray thee, let him decide it.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s22"> No, my lord,</span> <span class="linenum">105</span></p> +<p>I am the man in fate; and since so bravely</p> +<p>Your lordship stands mee, scape but one more charge,</p> +<p>And, on my life, Ile set your life at large.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Said like a D'Ambois, and if now I die,</p> +<p>Sit joy and all good on thy victorie!<span class="linenum">110</span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="stagedir"><i>Fights, and fals downe.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Mont.</i> Farewell! I hartily forgive thee; wife,</p> +<p>And thee; let penitence spend thy rest of life. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Hee gives his hand to Cler[mont] and his wife.</i></span></p> +</div></div> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Noble and Christian!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i><span class="s16"> O, it breakes my heart.</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> And should; for all faults found in him before</p> +<p>These words, this end, makes full amends and more.<span class="linenum">115</span></p> +<p>Rest, worthy soule; and with it the deare spirit</p> +<p>Of my lov'd brother rest in endlesse peace!</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span><p>Soft lie thy bones; Heaven be your soules abode;</p> +<p>And to your ashes be the earth no lode!</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Musicke, and the Ghost of Bussy enters, leading the Ghost[s] of the +Guise, Monsieur, Cardinall Guise, and Shattilion; they dance about the +dead body, and exeunt.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> How strange is this! The Guise amongst these spirits,<span class="linenum">120</span></p> +<p>And his great brother Cardinall, both yet living!</p> +<p>And that the rest with them with joy thus celebrate</p> +<p>This our revenge! This certainely presages</p> +<p>Some instant death both to the Guise and Cardinall.</p> +<p>That the Shattilions ghost to should thus joyne<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_V_v_125" id="lnumber_Revenge_V_v_125"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_V_v_125">125</a></span></p> +<p>In celebration of this just revenge</p> +<p>With Guise that bore a chiefe stroke in his death,</p> +<p>It seemes that now he doth approve the act;</p> +<p>And these true shadowes of the Guise and Cardinall,</p> +<p>Fore-running thus their bodies, may approve<span class="linenum">130</span></p> +<p>That all things to be done, as here wee live,</p> +<p>Are done before all times in th'other life.</p> +<p>That spirits should rise in these times yet are fables;</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[Pg 292]</a></span><p>Though learnedst men hold that our sensive spirits</p> +<p>A little time abide about the graves<span class="linenum">135</span></p> +<p>Of their deceased bodies, and can take,</p> +<p>In colde condenc't ayre, the same formes they had</p> +<p>When they were shut up in this bodies shade.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Aumall.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aumale.</i> O sir, the Guise is slaine!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s22"> Avert it heaven!</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i> Sent for to Councill by the King, an ambush<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_V_v_140" id="lnumber_Revenge_V_v_140"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_V_v_140">140</a></span></p> +<p>(Lodg'd for the purpose) rusht on him, and tooke</p> +<p>His princely life; who sent (in dying then)</p> +<p>His love to you, as to the best of men.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> The worst and most accursed of things creeping</p> +<p>On earths sad bosome. Let me pray yee all<span class="linenum">145</span></p> +<p>A little to forbeare, and let me use</p> +<p>Freely mine owne minde in lamenting him.</p> +<p>Ile call yee straight againe.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i><span class="s16"> We will forbeare,</span></p> +<p>And leave you free, sir. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> +</div></div> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i><span class="s14"> Shall I live, and hee</span></p> +<p>Dead, that alone gave meanes of life to me?<span class="linenum">150</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[Pg 293]</a></span><p>Theres no disputing with the acts of Kings;</p> +<p>Revenge is impious on their sacred persons.</p> +<p>And could I play the worldling (no man loving</p> +<p>Longer then gaine is reapt or grace from him)</p> +<p>I should survive; and shall be wondred at<span class="linenum">155</span></p> +<p>Though (in mine owne hands being) I end with him:</p> +<p>But friendship is the sement of two mindes,</p> +<p>As of one man the soule and body is,</p> +<p>Of which one cannot sever but the other</p> +<p>Suffers a needfull separation.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_V_v_160" id="lnumber_Revenge_V_v_160"></a>160</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> I feare your servant, madame: let's descend. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Descend Ren[el] & Coun[tess].</i></span></p> +</div></div> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Cler.</i> Since I could skill of man, I never liv'd</p> +<p>To please men worldly, and shall I in death</p> +<p>Respect their pleasures, making such a jarre</p> +<p>Betwixt my death and life, when death should make<span class="linenum">165</span></p> +<p>The consort sweetest, th'end being proofe and crowne</p> +<p>To all the skill and worth wee truely owne?</p> +<p>Guise, O my lord, how shall I cast from me</p> +<p>The bands and coverts hindring me from thee?</p> +<p>The garment or the cover of the minde<span class="linenum">170</span></p> +<p>The humane soule is; of the soule, the spirit</p> +<p>The proper robe is; of the spirit, the bloud;</p> +<p>And of the bloud, the body is the shrowd.</p> +<p>With that must I beginne then to unclothe,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[Pg 294]</a></span><p>And come at th'other. Now, then, as a ship<span class="linenum">175</span></p> +<p>Touching at strange and farre removed shores,</p> +<p>Her men a shore goe, for their severall ends,</p> +<p>Fresh water, victuals, precious stones, and pearle,</p> +<p>All yet intentive, when the master cals,</p> +<p>The ship to put off ready, to leave all<span class="linenum">180</span></p> +<p>Their greediest labours, lest they there be left</p> +<p>To theeves or beasts, or be the countries slaves:</p> +<p>So, now my master cals, my ship, my venture</p> +<p>All in one bottome put, all quite put off,</p> +<p>Gone under saile, and I left negligent<span class="linenum">185</span></p> +<p>To all the horrors of the vicious time,</p> +<p>The farre remov'd shores to all vertuous aimes,</p> +<p>None favouring goodnesse, none but he respecting</p> +<p>Pietie or man-hood—shall I here survive,</p> +<p>Not cast me after him into the sea,<span class="linenum">190</span></p> +<p>Rather then here live, readie every houre</p> +<p>To feede theeves, beasts, and be the slave of power?</p> +<p>I come, my lord! Clermont, thy creature, comes. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Hee kils himselfe.</i></span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Aumal, Tamyra, Charlotte.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Aum.</i> What! lye and languish, Clermont! Cursed man,</p> +<p>To leave him here thus! hee hath slaine himselfe.<span class="linenum">195</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[Pg 295]</a></span><p><i>Tam.</i> Misery on misery! O me wretched dame,</p> +<p>Of all that breath! all heaven turne all his eyes</p> +<p>In harty envie thus on one poore dame.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Char.</i> Well done, my brother! I did love thee ever,</p> +<p>But now adore thee: losse of such a friend<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_V_v_200" id="lnumber_Revenge_V_v_200"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_V_v_200">200</a></span></p> +<p>None should survive, of such a brother [none.]</p> +<p>With my false husband live, and both these slaine!</p> +<p>Ere I returne to him, Ile turne to earth.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Renel leading the Countesse.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Ren.</i> Horror of humane eyes! O Clermont D'Ambois!</p> +<p>Madame, wee staid too long, your servant's slaine.<span class="linenum">205</span></p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Coun.</i> It must be so; he liv'd but in the Guise,</p> +<p>As I in him. O follow life mine eyes!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Tam.</i> Hide, hide thy snakie head; to cloisters flie;</p> +<p>In pennance pine; too easie tis to die.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Char.</i> It is. In cloisters then let's all survive.<span class="linenum"><a name="lnumber_Revenge_V_v_210" id="lnumber_Revenge_V_v_210"></a><a href="#lnote_Revenge_V_v_210">210</a></span></p> +<p>Madame, since wrath nor griefe can helpe these fortunes,</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[Pg 296]</a></span><p>Let us forsake the world in which they raigne,</p> +<p>And for their wisht amends to God complaine.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Count.</i> Tis fit and onely needfull: leade me on;</p> +<p>In heavens course comfort seeke, in earth is none. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt.</i></span> <span class="linenum">215</span></p> +</div></div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Henry, Espernone, Soissone, and others.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Henry.</i> Wee came indeede too late, which much I rue,</p> +<p>And would have kept this Clermont as my crowne.</p> +<p>Take in the dead, and make this fatall roome</p> +<p>(The house shut up) the famous D'Ambois tombe. <span class="ilstagedir"><i>Exeunt.</i></span> </p> +</div></div> + +<p class="sectctr"><i>FINIS.</i></p> + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> + +<h4>LINENOTES:</h4> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#Revenge_V_v"><i>opens</i>.</a> Emended by ed.; Q, opes.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_V_v_25" id="lnote_Revenge_V_v_25"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_v_25">25</a> <i>Nobleman</i>. Two words in Q.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_v_25">29</a> <i>Cler.</i> <i>Here, then.</i> Placed by Q at the end of l. 29.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_V_v_40" id="lnote_Revenge_V_v_40"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_v_40">44</a> <i>bravos</i>. Emended by ed.; Q, braves.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_V_v_70" id="lnote_Revenge_V_v_70"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_v_70">73-74.</a> Three lines in Q, broken at <i>conquest</i>, <i>it</i>, and +<i>fortune</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_V_v_85" id="lnote_Revenge_V_v_85"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_v_85">88-89.</a> Three lines in Q, broken at <i>yet</i>, <i>him</i>, and <i>me</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_V_v_125" id="lnote_Revenge_V_v_125"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_v_125">125</a> <i>Shattilions</i>. Ed.; Q, Shattilians.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_V_v_140" id="lnote_Revenge_V_v_140"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_v_140">144</a> <i>accursed</i>. Shepherd, Phelps; Q, accurst.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_V_v_200" id="lnote_Revenge_V_v_200"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_v_200">201</a> <i>none</i>. Added by ed.</p></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="hang"><a name="lnote_Revenge_V_v_210" id="lnote_Revenge_V_v_210"></a><a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_v_210">210</a> <i>Char</i>. Shepherd, Phelps; Q, Cler.</p></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[Pg 297]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="Revenge_Notes" id="Revenge_Notes"></a>Notes to The Revenge of Bussy D'Ambois</h2> + +<p class="center"><i>For the meaning of single words see the <a href="#Glossary">Glossary</a>.</i></p> + + +<p><b><a href="#Page_168">168.</a> To the right vertuous . . . Sr. Thomas Howard, &c.</b> Thomas Howard, +born before 1594, was the second son of the first Earl of Suffolk. He +was created a Knight of the Bath in January, 1605, and in May, 1614, was +appointed Master of the Horse to Charles, Prince of Wales. In 1622 he +became Viscount Andover, and in 1626 Earl of Berkshire. He held a number +of posts till the outbreak of the Civil War, and after the Restoration +was appointed Gentleman of the Bedchamber to Charles II, and Privy +Councillor. He died on July 16, 1669. His daughter Elizabeth married +Dryden, and his sixth son, Sir Robert Howard, became distinguished as a +dramatic writer and critic. Chapman addresses to this patron one of the +Sonnets appended to his translation of the <i>Iliad</i>, in which he compares +him to Antilochus, and calls him "valiant, and mild, and most +ingenious."</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_169"><b>169</b></a>, <a href="#Revenge_letter_l35">35-36</a>. <b>the most divine philosopher.</b> The reference is doubtless to +Epictetus, the influence of whose <i>Discourses</i> appears throughout <i>The +Revenge of Bussy D'Ambois</i>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_174"><b>174</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_i_70">70</a>. <b>That thinke . . . that</b>, that do not consider heavenly bliss +complete folly, when compared with money.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_175"><b>175</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_i_70">71-2</a>. <b>Well . . . arise.</b> A hypocritical appeal by Baligny to the +absent Duke of Guise, of whose ambitious schemes he suspects Renel to be +a supporter.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_175"><b>175</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_i_75">79-82</a>. <b>My brother . . . brother.</b> Cf. <i>Introduction</i>, p. xxxvii.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_176"><b>176</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_i_95">97</a>. <b>stands now on price with him:</b> is now the subject of bargaining +between him and me.</p> + +<p><b><a href="#Page_178">178.</a> <a href="#sidenote2">Monsieur taking leave of the King.</a></b> Henry apparently leaves the +stage, after this formal ceremony of farewell, without speaking, for he +takes no part in the dialogue, and he is not mentioned among those who +<i>exeunt</i> at l. 290.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[Pg 298]</a></span><a href="#Page_178"><b>178</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_i_145">145</a>. <b>See . . . Brabant.</b> The expedition of the Duke of Anjou here +alluded to is that of 1582, when he was crowned Duke of Brabant at +Antwerp.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_181"><b>181</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_i_200">202-4</a>. <b>durst . . . lady.</b> Cf. <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_I_ii_95"><span class="smcap">i</span>, ii, 96-179</a>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_181"><b>181</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_i_200">204-8</a>. <b>emptied . . . were.</b> Cf. <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_475"><span class="smcap">iii</span>, ii, 478-515</a>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_182"><b>182</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_i_230">234-5</a>. <b>When . . . commanders.</b> Monsieur's description in these and the +following lines of Clermont's and Bussy's first appearance at Court is +purely fictitious.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_183"><b>183</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_i_250">254</a>. <b>a keele of sea-coale.</b> A keel was a flat-bottomed boat, used in +the northeast of England, for loading and carrying coal. Afterwards the +word was also used of the amount of coal a keel would carry, i. e. 8 +chaldrons, or 21 tons 4 cwt. Sea-coal was the original term for the +fossil coal borne from Newcastle to London by sea, to distinguish it +from <i>char-coal</i>. Cf. Shakespeare, <i>Merry Wives of Windsor</i>, <span class="smcap">i</span>, iv, 9, +"at the latter end of a sea-coal fire."</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_184"><b>184</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_i_265">267</a>. <b>a poore knights living.</b> The knights of Windsor, a small body +who had apartments in the Castle, and pensions, were often known as +"poor knights."</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_185"><b>185</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_i_275">278</a>. <b>But killing of the King!</b> Cf. <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_III_ii_410"><span class="smcap">iii</span>, ii, 411</a>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_188"><b>188</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_i_330">332-3</a>. <b>Why, is not . . . worthily.</b> If this is a complimentary +allusion to Jaques' speech in <i>As You Like It</i>, <span class="smcap">ii</span>, vii, 140-166, it is +remarkable as coming from the writer whom Shakespeare at an earlier date +had probably attacked in his <i>Sonnets</i>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_188"><b>188</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_i_335">335-42</a>. <b>what the good Greeke moralist sayes . . . of both.</b> This +passage is based upon the <i>Discourses</i> of Epictetus, bk. <span class="smcap">iv</span>, vii, 13, +which, however, Chapman completely misinterprets. Epictetus is +demonstrating that a reasonable being should be able to bear any lot +contentedly. "<ins class="greekcorr" title="theleis penian? phere kai gnôsêi ti estin penia +tychousa kalou hypokritou.">θέλεις +πενίαν? φέρε καὶ +γνώσῃ τί ἐστιν +πενία τυχοῦσα +καλοῦ ὑποκριτοῦ.</ins> +<ins class="greekcorr" title="theleis archas? phere, kai ponous.">θέλεις +ἀρχὰς? φέρε, καὶ +πόνους.</ins>"</p> + +<p><ins class="greekcorr" title="hypokritês">ὑποκρίτης</ins> is used here metaphorically, of one who acts a part +in life, not, as Chapman takes it, of an actor in the professional +sense.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[Pg 299]</a></span><b><a href="#Page_188">188-189</a></b>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_i_350">354-5</a>. <b>The splenative philosopher . . . all.</b> Democritus.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_189"><b>189</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_i_355">356-74</a>. <b>All objects . . . they were.</b> These lines are suggested by +Juvenal's <i>Satire</i>, <span class="smcap">x</span>, ll. 33-55, but they diverge too far from the +original to be merely a paraphrase, as they are termed by the editor of +the 1873 reprint.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_191"><b>191</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_15">17-18</a>. <b>That . . . fire.</b> Cf. <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i>, <span class="smcap">v</span>, iv, 148-53.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_194"><b>194</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_I_ii_75">75</a>. <b>These . . . armes.</b> Cf. <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i>, <span class="smcap">v</span>, i, 128-154.</p> + +<p><b><a href="#Page_200">200-201</a></b>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_II_i_40">40-3</a>. <b>Since they . . . wrong'd:</b> since these decrees ensure the +performance of that guardianship, so that earth and heaven are kept true +to their original order and purpose, in no case must the wrong suffered +by an individual man, as he thinks, be considered really a wrong done to +him.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_203"><b>203</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_II_i_105">105</a>. <b>Euphorbus</b>, son of Panthous, a Trojan hero, who first wounded +Patroclus, but was afterwards slain by Menelaus. Pythagoras, as part of +his doctrine of the transmigration of souls, is said to have claimed to +have been formerly Euphorbus.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_204"><b>204</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_II_i_110">113-22</a>. <b>What said . . . power.</b> The reference is to Sophocles' +<i>Antigone</i>, 446-457, where the Princess justifies herself for burying +her brother's body in defiance of Creon's edict.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_205"><b>205</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_II_i_135">135-6</a>. <b>For . . . authoritie.</b> The lines here paraphrased, to which +Chapman gives a marginal reference, are from the <i>Antigone</i>, 175-7.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><ins class="greekcorr" title="Amêchanon de pantos andros ekmathein">Ἀμήχανον δὲ παντὸς ἀνδρὸς ἐκμαθεῖν</ins><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><ins class="greekcorr" title="psychên te kai phronêma kai gnômên, prin ain">ψυχήν τε καὶ φρόνημα καὶ γνώμην, πρὶν ᾄν</ins><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><ins class="greekcorr" title="archais te kai nomoisin entribês phainêi">ἀρχαῖς τε καὶ νόμοισιν ἐντριβὴς φᾳνῇ</ins>.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><a href="#Page_205"><b>205</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_II_i_140">141</a>. <b>virtuosi.</b> The word is here used not in the sense of +<i>connoisseurs</i>, but of <i>devotees of virtue</i>. The editor has not been +able to trace any other instance of this.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_206"><b>206</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_II_i_155">157-60</a>. <b>that lyons . . . prey.</b> Adapted and expanded from the +<i>Discourses</i> of Epictetus, bk. <span class="smcap">iv</span>, i, 25. The original of the words +quoted marginally by Chapman in a Latin version is, <ins class="greekcorr" title="ouchi d' +hosô malakôteron diexagei">οὐχὶ δ' ὅσῳ μαλακώτερον διεξάγει</ins>, +<ins class="greekcorr" title="tosoutô doulikôteron">τοσούτῳ δουλικώτερον</ins>?</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_207"><b>207</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_II_i_180">181</a>. <b>Simil[iter].</b> By this marginal reference Chapman seems to +indicate that ll. 176-181 are drawn from the same source—the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[Pg 300]</a></span><i>Discourses</i> of Epictetus—as ll. 157-160, to which the previous +marginal note refers. But no such passage occurs in the <i>Discourses</i>.</p> + +<p><b><a href="#Page_209">209-210</a></b>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_II_i_205">205-34</a> <b>The Massacre . . . never massacerd.</b> On this strange +<i>apologia</i> for the Guise's share in the Massacre of St. Bartholomew, see +<i>Introduction</i>, pp. <a href="#Page_xxxix">xxxix-xl</a>.</p> + +<p><b><a href="#Page_209">209-210</a></b>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_II_i_210">211-32</a>. <b>Who was in fault . . . lost.</b> Freely adapted and +transposed from the <i>Discourses</i> of Epictetus, <span class="smcap">i</span>, xxviii, 11-20.</p> + +<p><b><a href="#Page_210">210-211</a></b>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_II_i_245">246-9</a>. <b>your brave . . . deere.</b> Cf. Appendix B, where De Serres +mentions the Count of Auvergne's "Scottish horse (which Vitry had given +him) the which would have outrunne all the horses of France."</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_213"><b>213</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_i_5">5-6</a>. <b>th'insulting Pillars Of Bacchus and Alcides.</b> These "Pillars" +are mentioned together by Strabo (bk. <span class="smcap">iii</span>, vi), who relates that during +Alexander's expedition to India the Macedonians did not see them, but +identified those places with them, where they found records of the god +or the hero.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_216"><b>216</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_i_65">69-70</a>. <b>What thinke . . . lackies coates.</b> Cf. Appendix B, where +Nerestan has <i>three</i> "lackquaies," who are in reality "soldiars so +attyred" for the purpose of arresting the Count of Auvergne.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_217"><b>217</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_i_80">82-6</a>. <b>Who knowes . . . made:</b> who is unaware that crafty policy pads +out the giant that does his will, so that his wisdom may seem +commensurate with his bulk, though it is merely for a trifling encounter +with what, when touched, proves a shadow, though policy makes it out to +be a monster.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_219"><b>219</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_10">12</a>. <b>The Locrian princes.</b> The inhabitants of Locri, a settlement +near the promontory of Zephyrium, were celebrated for the excellence of +their code of laws, drawn up by Zaleucus.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_220"><b>220</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_40">41-46</a>. <b>Demetrius Phalerius</b>, born about <span class="smcap">b. c.</span> 345, was a follower of +Phocion, and on the death of the latter in <span class="smcap">b. c.</span> 317, became head of the +Athenian administration. The citizens, in gratitude for his services, +erected 360 statues to him, but afterwards turned against him. In <span class="smcap">b. c.</span> +307 he was driven from Athens, sentence of death was passed on him, and +the statues were demolished.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[Pg 301]</a></span><a href="#Page_220"><b>220</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_45">47</a>. <b>Demades</b>, a contemporary of Demosthenes, who, by his genius for +extempore oratory, raised himself to a predominant position in Athens as +a champion of the Macedonian influence, but afterwards incurred the +penalty of <ins class="greekcorr" title="atimia">ἀτιμία</ins>.</p> + +<p><b><a href="#Page_228">228-230</a></b>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_205">209-34</a>. <b>I will search you . . . search no more.</b> This episode is +suggested by the following passage concerning the Count of Auvergne in +Appendix B. "Hee was ready to call the two brothers of Murat into his +cabinet, and to cause them to be searcht, for that he was well +advertised that they alwayes carryed the Kings letters and his +commandments. But a great resolution, thinking that there is no more +harme in fearing, then in the thing that causeth feare, feares extremely +to make shewe that hee hath any feare."</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_233"><b>233</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_iii_20">24</a>. <b>Two . . . Hercules.</b> A proverbial expression. Cf. <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_iv_30"><span class="smcap">v</span>, iv, 34-5</a>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_234"><b>234</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_10">14-25</a>. <b>When Homer . . . despis'd.</b> The editor of the 1873 edition of +Chapman's Plays points out that "these twelve lines headed <i>Of great +men</i> appear, with a few unimportant verbal differences, among the +Epigrams printed at the end of Chapman's Petrarch in 1612."</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_234"><b>234</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_20">20</a>. <b>for disposing these:</b> for regulating these gifts of fame, +strength, noble birth, and beauty. <i>These</i> is used loosely to qualify +the nouns implied by the adjectives, <i>Strong'st</i>, <i>noblest</i>, <i>fairest</i>, +in l. 19.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_236"><b>236</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_55">56-7</a>. <b>You can . . . minde.</b> If the text is correct, the lines mean: +you can never find means to give attention to externals without +neglecting the improvement of your mind. Mr. Brereton has suggested to +the editor that the true reading may be, <i>Things out worth care</i>, in +which case "out" = "outward."</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_236"><b>236</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_55">58-75</a>. <b>God . . . birth.</b> A free paraphrase of the <i>Discourses</i> of +Epictetus, bk. <span class="smcap">iv</span>, vii, 6-11.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_236"><b>236</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_75">78-9</a>. <b>But . . . honour</b>, but the reason alleged, to see these +battalions in review order, is a great compliment to you.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_237"><b>237</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_80">84-95</a>. <b>I over-tooke . . . the Earle of Oxford.</b> The subject of this +remarkable encomium was Edward de Vere (1550-1604), seventeenth Earl of +Oxford. He was educated at Cambridge, and from an early age became a +prominent figure at the Court of Elizabeth, who, it was said in 1573, +"delighteth <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[Pg 302]</a></span>more in his personage, and his dancing and valiantness, +than any other." In 1575 he paid a visit to Italy, and it is apparently +to an episode on his return journey in the spring of 1576 that reference +is made here, and in the following lines. The portrait here drawn of him +is too flattering, as he was violent in temper and extravagant, but the +Earl's literary gifts merited the praise of Chapman. Puttenham and Meres +speak highly of him as a writer of comedy, and Webbe pays a tribute to +his excellence in "the rare devises of poetry." Over twenty of his +lyrics survive, chiefly in anthologies.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_237"><b>237</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_95">95-103</a>. <b>being offer'd . . . quit.</b> The <i>Duke Cassimere</i> here spoken of +was John Casimir, Count Palatine, who in the autumn of 1575 entered into +alliance with the Huguenots and invaded France, but, after suffering a +check at the hands of the Duke of Guise, made a truce and retired. The +incident here spoken of apparently took place in the spring of the next +year (cf. the previous note). Why, however, does Chapman introduce it +here, and how did he know of it? Can he, immediately after leaving +Oxford, which he entered, according to Wood, "in 1574 or thereabouts," +have gone in Oxford's train to the Continent?</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_238"><b>238</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_110">112</a>. <b>a Sir John Smith.</b> Though alluded to in so contemptuous a way, +this Sir John Smith appears to be the noted soldier of fortune, +diplomatist, and military writer, who lived from about 1534 to 1607. +After serving for many years in continental armies, in 1574 he became an +agent of the English government, and took part in various diplomatic +missions. In 1590 he published "Certain Discourses concerning the formes +and effects of divers sorts of Weapons" and dedicated the work to the +English nobility, whom he calls in one part of his "proeme" the "verie +eyes, eares and language of the king, and the bodie of the watch, and +redresse of the Commonwealth." Hence perhaps the allusion in l. 113 to +"common Nobles fashions."</p> + +<p><b><a href="#Page_238">238-9</a></b>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_125">127-41</a>. <b>If you would Consull be . . . no thought?</b> A translation of +the <i>Discourses</i> of Epictetus, bk. <span class="smcap">iv</span>, x, 20-22.</p> + +<p><b><a href="#Page_238">238-9</a></b>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_125">129-30</a>. <b>gloryfying Plebeians, Kissing Patricians hands.</b> Epictetus +has simply, <ins class="greekcorr" title="tas cheiras kataphilêsai">τὰς χεῖρας καταφιλῆσαι</ins>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_239"><b>239</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_130">134</a>. <b>sit for the whole tribunall.</b> A mistranslation of <ins class="greekcorr" title="epi +bêma kathisai">ἐρὶ βῆμα καθίσαι</ins>, i. e. "sit on the tribunal."</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_239"><b>239</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_135">138-9</a>. <b>And to be voide . . . constancie.</b> An <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[Pg 303]</a></span>obscure rendering of +<ins class="greekcorr" title="hyper apatheias oun, hyper ataraxias">ὑπὲρ ἀπαθείας οὖν, ὑπὲρ ἀταραξίας</ins>. <i>For constancie</i> = for the +sake of tranquillity of mind.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_240"><b>240</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_iv_150">152</a>. <b>Colonell.</b> Clermont seems to be addressed by this title because +of the statement in <a href="#Appendix_B">Appendix B</a> that "D'Eurre intreated the count of +Auvergne to see [the muster] to the ende . . . that all his companions +should be wonderfully honored with the presence of their coronell."</p> + +<p><b><a href="#Page_242">242-3</a></b>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_IV_i_10">11-39</a>. <b>What spirit . . . of the skie.</b> This account of Clermont's +desperate struggle to avoid capture is an invention of Chapman. P. +Matthieu says of the Count of Auvergne: "It was feared that he would not +have suffered himselfe to bee taken so easily nor so quietly." Cf. +<a href="#Appendix_B">Appendix B</a>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_245"><b>245</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_IV_i_75">77</a>. <b>"Who . . . none."</b> Cf. <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_III_ii_240"><span class="smcap">iii</span>, ii, 242</a>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_245"><b>245</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_IV_i_80">80-5</a>. <b>But . . . more.</b> Cf. <a href="#Appendix_B">Appendix B</a>. "Hee was mooved to see himselfe +so intreated by laquais, intreating D'Eurre . . . that hee might not see +those rascals any more."</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_246"><b>246</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_IV_i_95">99</a>. <b>organe of his danger:</b> instrument of his dangerous designs.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_246"><b>246</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_IV_i_105">109</a>. <b>To leave . . . trumpets.</b> Cf. Appendix B. "'Well,' said hee, 'I +yeeld, what will you have mee to doe?' 'That you mount upon the trompets +horse,' sayd D'Eurre."</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_247"><b>247</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_IV_i_110">112-24</a>. <b>let mee begge . . . rather die.</b> Cf. Appendix B. "He intreated +D'Eurre to lend him one of his troupe to carry some message of his +remembrance, and of his miserie, to a ladie that attended him. . . . Shee +loved him well, and was well beloved: for the Count of Auvergne hath +been heard say, that if the King did set him at libertie and send him +back to his house, uppon condition that he should not see this ladie, +hee would rather desire to die."</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_250"><b>250</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_IV_ii_30">30</a>. <b>Something . . . goe.</b> An obscure line. It seems to mean that, as +the wealth of merchants may be scattered by storms, so the performances +of "state-merchants" or rulers may be cut short before obtaining their +end.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_254"><b>254</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_IV_iii_40">44-5</a>. <b>let . . . danger:</b> let them be afraid that the precedents set by +Kings in violating obligations may prove a dangerous example.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_255"><b>255</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_IV_iii_70">70-76</a>. <b>O knew I . . . a pistoll.</b> Cf. Appendix B. "If I knew . . . that +I might save him, in forcing through your <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[Pg 304]</a></span>troupe, I would willingly doe +it, and if I had but tenne men of my courage and resolution, you should +not carrie him where you thinke. But I will never die till I have given +D'Eurre a hundred shott with a pistoll, and to Murat a hundred blowes +with a sword."</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_256"><b>256</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_IV_iii_85">87</a>. <b>Exit Ancil[la].</b> i. e. Riova, the Countess's waiting-maid.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_257"><b>257</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_IV_iii_105">108</a>. <b>This . . . charge.</b> The thrifty Usher is apparently deploring +that the Countess, before retiring, had sent so rich a gift of jewels to +Clermont.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_259"><b>259</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_IV_iv_40">42-3</a>. <b>this Senecall man . . . compare.</b> He is so completely a Senecall +man that he may be compared with, etc.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_259"><b>259</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_IV_iv_50">51-3</a>. <b>Cacusses . . . still.</b> The legend of the Italian shepherd and +robber Cacus, who carried his plunder to his cave or "den," is told by +Ovid (<i>Fasti</i>, <span class="smcap">i</span>, 544 ff.), Virgil (<i>Æneid</i>, <span class="smcap">viii</span>, 190 ff.), and other +writers.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_260"><b>260</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_IV_iv_55">57-8</a>. <b>Better . . . thrive:</b> it were better for a man to be buried +alive than exist as a mere property for a despoliating government to +grow rich upon.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_265"><b>265</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_IV_v_95">98-102</a>. <b>the late . . . on him.</b> It is singular that <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i> +contains no such "dying prophesie" as is here alluded to, unless the +reference is to <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_75"><span class="smcap">v</span>, iv, 76-78</a>. Bussy, as he dies, forgives his murderers +(<a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_110"><span class="smcap">v</span>, iv, 112</a>).</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_267"><b>267</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_i_35">37-9</a>. <b>Hast thou . . . Reimes.</b> Cf. <a href="#Appendix_B">Appendix B</a>. "At the Barricades this +voice was heard: 'It is no longer time to dally, let us lead my lord to +Reimes.'"</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_268"><b>268</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_i_50">53</a>. <b>The cause alike doth.</b> The same cause doth.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_268"><b>268</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_i_55">55-61</a>. <b>which . . . counsailes.</b> Cf. <a href="#Appendix_B">Appendix B</a>. "Advertisements were +come to him from all parts, both within and without the realme, from +Rome, Spaine, Lorraine, and Savoye, that a bloodie catastrophe would +dissolve the assemblie."</p> + +<p><b><a href="#Page_268">268-69</a></b>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_i_60">62-8</a>. <b>Retyre . . . exhale.</b> Cf. <a href="#Appendix_B">Appendix B</a>. "The Archbishop of Lion +. . . 'Retyring yourselfe from the Estates' (said he unto him) 'you shall +beare the blame to have abandoned France in so important an occasion, +and your enemies, making their profit of your absence, wil sone +overthrowe al that which you have with so much paine effected for the +assurance of religion.'"</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_270"><b>270</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_i_85">89-91</a>. <b>To be . . . eternitie:</b> to be His image is to <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[Pg 305]</a></span>do the deeds +that confer immortality, which, owing to the existence of death, +consists only in doing the deeds that befit eternal life.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_270"><b>270</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_i_100">102</a>. <b>Thou dream'st awake now.</b> Guise here turns Clermont's own words +in <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_i_40">l. 41</a> against him.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_272"><b>272</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_i_140">144-8</a>. <b>those loveliest eyes . . . teares.</b> A much more overwhelming +calamity than that which befell the lady in the original narrative, +where it is stated that owing to her "passion . . . she lost the sight of +one eye for a tyme."</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_276"><b>276</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_ii_15">18-19</a>. <b>for not . . . neglect:</b> for the counsels that you disclose you +do not render of no account.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_278"><b>278</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_iii_25">29</a>. <b>this mortal quarrie:</b> this deadly attack. <i>Quarry</i> is generally +used of slaughtered game, but it also signifies the attack or swoop of +the bird or beast of prey on its victim, and here we have an extension +of this sense.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_280"><b>280</b></a>, <a href="#Revenge_V_iv">3-6</a>. <b>I . . . enter.</b> Chapman here combines two episodes assigned by De +Serres to different days. Cf. <a href="#Appendix_B">Appendix B</a>. "The eve before his death, the +Duke himselfe sitting down to dinner, found a scroule under his napkin, +advertising him of this secret ambush." On the following morning "the +Duke of Guise comes, and attending the beginning of the councell sends +for a handkercher. . . . Pericart, his secretarie . . . ties a note to one of +the corners thereof, saying, 'Come forth and save your selfe, else you +are but a dead man.'"</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_281"><b>281</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_iv_30">34-5</a>. <b>Not . . . goe.</b> Taken in conjunction with <span class="smcap">iii</span>, iii, 24, this +means: Hercules is no match for two foes, but Guise will encounter two, +though with Hercules as their ally.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_283"><b>283</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_iv_60">61-3</a>. <b>y'have a brother to . . . on him.</b> Louis de Lorraine, youngest +brother of the Duke of Guise, became Archbishop of Rheims in 1574, and +Cardinal in 1578.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_286"><b>286</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_v_30">33-4</a>. <b>the sword . . . life.</b> Cf. <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i>, <a href="#lnumber_Bussy_V_iv_110"><span class="smcap">v</span>, iv, 114-118</a>.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_286"><b>286</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_v_40">41-2</a>. <b>Hee will lie . . . shee cryes.</b> This habit of the lapwing gave +the bird an evil reputation as a symbol of deceitfulness. Cf. <i>Measure +for Measure</i>, <span class="smcap">i</span>, iv, 32.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i3h">Though 'tis my familiar sin<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With maids to seem the lapwing and to jest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tongue far from heart.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>For a sarcastic hit at a different trick of the lapwing, cf. <i>Hamlet</i>, +<span class="smcap">v</span>, ii, 174.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[Pg 306]</a></span><a name="note_p289_l85" id="note_p289_l85"></a><a href="#Page_289"><b>289</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_v_85">85</a>. <b>[Enter Renel, the Countess, and] Charlotte above.</b> The addition +of the bracketed words is necessary, as the Q gives no indication of the +entrance of these two characters. They appear with Charlotte "above," i. +e. in a gallery at the back of the stage. When Charlotte, enraged at +Clermont's slowness in dispatching Montsurry, "gets downe" (l. 87), they +remain in the gallery unobserved.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_291"><b>291</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_v_125">125-7</a>. <b>That the Shatillions ghost . . . death.</b> Gaspar de Chatillon, +better known as Admiral de Coligny, the champion of the Huguenot party, +was murdered during "the Massacre of St. Bartholomew," on Aug. 24, 1572, +at the instigation of the Duke of Guise.</p> + +<p><a href="#Page_293"><b>293</b></a>, <a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_v_160">161</a>. <b>I . . . descend.</b> Renel and the Countess have overheard from the +gallery (cf. <a href="#note_p289_l85">note</a> on l. 85) Clermont's speech, and Renel, realising that +it foreshadows suicide, descends in the hope of preventing this. But, as +he has to lead his blind companion, his progress is slow, and when they +"enter" the main stage (<a href="#lnumber_Revenge_V_v_200">l. 203</a>), it is too late.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="Appendix_A" id="Appendix_A"></a>APPENDIX A</h2> + +<h3>DE LA MORT PITOYABLE DU VALEUREUX LYSIS</h3> + + +<p>Under this title, in the 17th of the series of tales founded on fact +which he calls <i>Les Histoires Tragiques de Nostre Temps</i>, François de +Rosset relates in 1615 the story of Bussy's death. In the Preface to the +volume he declares: "Ce ne sont pas des contes de l'Antiquité +fabuleuse . . . Ce sont des histoires autant veritables que tristes et +funestes. Les noms de la pluspart des personnages sont seulement +desguisez en ce Théatre, à fin de <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[Pg 307]</a></span>n'affliger pas tant les familles de +ceux qui en ont donné le suject, puis qu'elles en sont assez affligées." +We thus find that the outlines of the story of "Lysis" tally with what +we know about Bussy from other sources, and Rosset not improbably +preserves details omitted by the historians of the period.</p> + +<p>Lysis, Rosset tells us, was sprung from one of the most noble and +renowned Houses of France. At seventeen he had acquired an extraordinary +reputation for bravery, which increased till "jamais la France depuis le +valeureux Roland, ne porta un tel Palladin." Afterwards "il vint à la +cour du Prince qui venoit de quiter une Couronne estrangere, pour +recevoir celle qui luy appartenoit par les droits de la loy Salique, [i. +e. Henry III, who gave up the throne of Poland on succeeding to that of +France.] . . . Les rares dons dont il estoit accomply luy acquirent tant de +part aux bonnes graces du premier Prince du sang Royal, qu'il estoit +tousiours aupres de luy. . . . Mais l'envie . . . tous les jours . . . faisait +de mauvais rapports a sa Maiesté de Lysis, de sorte qu'elle le voyoit +d'aussi mauvais œil, que l'autre Prince, son proche parent, faisoit +conte de sa prouësse."</p> + +<p>He had never been the victim of love, but he was instantly captivated by +the beautiful eyes of a lady whom he met at an assembly at the house of +a Judge in one of the towns of which he was Governor.</p> + +<p>"Ceste beauté, pour le respect que je dois à ceux a qui elle +appartenoit, sera nommée Sylvie. . . . Cette dame . . . estoit mariée avec un +grand Seigneur, jeune, vaillan, sage, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[Pg 308]</a></span>discret et courtois." She would +not at first gratify her lover's passion, though she granted him "de +petites privautez," which only fanned the flame. He wrote her a letter +in which he declared that if she refused him her favour, it meant his +sentence of death. She replied in a temporising manner that when he had +given proofs of his fidelity, she would decide as to what she ought to +do. Rosset asserts that these two letters are not invented, but that he +obtained them from a friend who had made a collection of such epistles, +and who "a esté curieux de sçavoir le nom des personnes qui les ont +escrites."</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, he continues, "elle donne le vray moyen à Lysis de la voir, +sans le souciet qu'on en parle, pourveu que sa conscience la deffende. +Et particulierement ce fut en un jardin qui est à l'un des fauxbourgs de +la ville." Some tale-bearers, putting the worst construction on their +behaviour, gave information to Lisandre, the husband of Sylvie, but he +refused to credit anything to the dishonour of his wife. To stop gossip, +however, he took her with him to a house he had not far from the town. +But the lovers communicated with one another by messengers, till +Lisandre's departure on a journey removed all obstacle to their +intercourse. "Ce Seigneur avait des affaires hors de la province où il +faisoit pour lors sa demeure. Pour les terminer, il s'y achemine au +grand contentement de Sylvie, qui neantmoins contrefaisoit la dolente à +son depart & le sommoit de revenir le plustot qu'il luy seroit possible, +tandis que dans son ame elle prioit à Dieu que son voyage fust aussi +long que celuy d'Ulysse." When he was gone, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[Pg 309]</a></span>she immediately sent for +Lysis, and they spent two or three days in transports of delight, though +she continued to safeguard her honour.</p> + +<p>On Lisandre's return the King, instigated by the enemies of Lysis, +reproached the former for tamely enduring dishonour, and bade him never +reappear in the royal presence till he had wiped out the stain. Lisandre +therefore offered his wife the choice of three courses. She was to +swallow poison, or die beneath his dagger, or write to Lysis, telling +him that Lisandre was still absent, and begging him to come to her. +After a struggle Sylvie wrote the fatal missive, and Lysis, though at +the castle gate he was overcome by a premonition of evil and almost +turned back, was obedient to her summons, and entered her chamber +unarmed. The final scene is thus described.</p> + +<p>"A l'instant il se void environné d'une douzaine d'hommes armez, qui de +pistolets, qui d'espees nues, et qui de hallebardes. Lisandre est parmy +eux, qui luy crie: 'C'est maintenant que tu recevras le salaire de la +honte que tu as faicte à ma maison. Ce disant, il lasche un pistolet, et +luy perce un bras. Les autres le chargent avec leurs halebardes, et avec +leurs espees. . . . Le valeureux Lysis . . . avec un escabeau qu'il tient en +main donne si rudement sur la teste de l'un de ses adversaires, qu'il en +fait sortir la cervelle. Il en assomme encores deux autres: mais que +peut-il faire contre tant de gens, & ainsi desarmé qu'il est? Son corps +percé comme un crible, verse un grand ruisseau de sang. En fin il se +jette sur Lisandre, et bien <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[Pg 310]</a></span>que par derriere on luy baille cent coups +de poignards, il le prend, et le souleve, prest à le jetter du haut en +bas d'une fenestre, si tous les autres ensemble, en se jettant sur luy, +ne l'en eussent empesché. Il les escarte encores à coups de poings & +neantmoins il sesent tousiours percer de part en part. Voyant qu'il ne +pouvoit eschapper la mort, il s'approche de la fenestre & puis, tout +sanglant qu'il est, il saute legerement en bas. Mais, ô malheur, il +portoit un accoustrement decouppé, qui est arresté par le fer d'un +treillis. Ses adversaires le voyant ainsi empestré comme un autre +Absalon, luy donnent tant de coups de halebardes, qu'à la fin, ils +privent le monde du plus grand courage, et de la plus grande valeur du +siecle. O valeureux Lysis! que je plains l'injustice de ton sort!"</p> + +<p>It will be seen that Rosset's account of the final episodes, beginning +with the intervention of the King, agrees, in the main details, with the +following description by De Thou, which appeared in 1620, in the Genevan +edition of the <i>Historiae Sui Temporis</i>, lib. <span class="smcap">lxviii</span>, p. 330 (vol. <span class="smcap">iii</span>, +p. 675, of Buckley's edition, 1733).</p> + +<p>"Dum<a name="FNanchor_310:1_9" id="FNanchor_310:1_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_310:1_9" class="fnanchor">[310:1]</a> adhuc Andinus in aula esset, literas per jocum regi +ostenderat a Ludovico Claramontio Ambosiano Bussio ad se scriptas; +quibus, pro summa quae ei cum hero suo juvene erat familiaritate, +significabat se feram magni venatoris (ita uxorem vocabat Caroli Cambii +Monsorelli <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[Pg 311]</a></span>comitis, quem ea dignitate Andinus paulo ante Bussii +commendatione ornaverat) indagine cinxisse, et in plagas conjecisse. +Quas literas rex retinuerat, et Bussii jam a longo tempore insolenti +arrogantia et petulantia irritatus, occasionem inde sumpsit veteres ab +eo acceptas injurias ulciscendi. Is siquidem, et dum in aula esset, +nullo non contumeliae genere in proceres et gynaeceum etiam aulicum usus +fuerat, fiducia pugnacitatis qua se terribilem cunctis reddiderat; sed +etiam postquam se ad comitatum Andini receperat, dum Andegavi arcem toto +illo tractu munitissimam et urbi populosae impositam teneret, oppidanis +et toti provinciae gravis ob crebras exactiones, quas privata +auctoritate, non consulto plerumque Andino ipso, faciebat, summum omnium +odium in se concitaverat. Igitur rex Monsorellum, qui tunc forte in aula +erat, clam revocat, et literas Bussii ei ostendit; additque se decoris +familiae et ejus dignitatis perquam studiosum, noluisse rem adeo +injuriosam eum celare; ceterum scire ipsum debere, quid consilii in tali +occasione se capere deceat et oporteat. <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[Pg 312]</a></span>Nec plura elocutus hominem +dimittit, qui, non solum injuriae tantae morsu perculsus, sed monitis +regis incitatus, quae ille tanquam ignaviae exprobationem si injuriam +ferret accipiebat, protinus domum revolat, summo silentio, ut Bussium +lateret: astuque per uxorem ad Bussium literas dari curat, quibus ei +horam ad secretum Coustanteriae condicebat; ea erat arx voluptuaria et +venationibus opportuna; ad quam cum Bussius cum Colladone conscio sub +vesperam XIV Kal. Sept. venisset, ab ipso Monsorello et aliis loricatis +oppressus: tamen, qua erat animi praesentia, quamvis unus contra plures, +summa vi percussores initio disjecit; tandemque numero victus, spiritu +inter certandum deficiente, cum se in fossam per fenestram praecipitare +vellet, a tergo interfectus est."</p> + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /> +<h4>FOOTNOTES:</h4> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_310:1_9" id="Footnote_310:1_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_310:1_9"><span class="label">[310:1]</span></a> While the Duke of Anjou was still at Court, he had +shown in jest to the King, a letter which had been written to him by +Louis de Clermont Bussy d'Ambois. In this letter, owing to the very +intimate terms on which he stood with his young patron, he told him that +he had enclosed and caught in his net the hind of a mighty hunter. Thus +he termed the wife of Charles de Chambes, Count of Montsoreau, on whom +the Duke had conferred that title a short time before, at the +recommendation of Bussy. This letter the King had kept, and as he had +long been annoyed by Bussy's insolent arrogance and his petulant temper, +he availed himself of this opportunity of avenging the old insults he +had received from him. Even while he was at Court, he had been guilty of +every sort of insult to nobles and Court ladies, trusting to his prowess +as a swordsman, by which he made himself a terror to every one. So also +after he had betaken himself to the district of Anjou, occupying, as he +did, the citadel of Angers, the most powerful stronghold in all that +district, and commanding the populous city, he had made himself a burden +to the townspeople and the whole province by his frequent exactions, +generally made on his own authority, without consulting the Duke of +Anjou. He had thus stirred up against himself a deep-seated and +universal hatred. +</p><p> +Therefore the King secretly called aside Montsoreau, who was then at +Court, and showed him Bussy's letter, and added that, as he was +extremely solicitous about his family honour and his dignity, he did not +wish to conceal so insulting a matter from him; for the rest he ought to +know himself what measures it behoved him to take under such +circumstances. Without further words he dismissed Montsoreau. The Count, +stung to the quick by so grave an injury to his honour, and excited by +the admonitions of the King, which he interpreted as reproaches for his +cowardice, should he tamely bear the insult, at once flew home, in the +greatest secrecy, so that Bussy should not know of his return. By a +stratagem he arranged that a letter should be sent by his wife to Bussy, +making a secret assignation with him at La Coutancière, which was a +pleasure-resort and convenient for hunting purposes. When Bussy came +there with his associate Colasseau at nightfall on the nineteenth of +August, he was fallen upon by Montsoreau and other armed men. Yet, such +was his coolness, that though he was one against many, he at first by +mighty exertions discomfited his assailants. At length, overcome by +numbers, and breath failing him in the struggle, he tried to throw +himself out of the window into the castle-moat, but was stabbed in the +back and killed.</p></div> + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[Pg 313]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="Appendix_B" id="Appendix_B"></a>APPENDIX B</h2> + +<h3>HISTORICAL SOURCES OF THE REVENGE OF BUSSY D'AMBOIS</h3> + + +<p class="sectctr">I</p> + +<p class="hang"><span class="smcap">Pierre Matthieu's Narrative of the Arrest of the Count d'Auvergne, +Incorporated by Edward Grimeston in his Translation of Jean de Serres's +Inventaire Général de l'Histoire de France</span></p> + +<p>(1046.)<a name="FNanchor_313:1_10" id="FNanchor_313:1_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_313:1_10" class="fnanchor">[313:1]</a> "The King offended with the practises of the Count of +Auvergne, commanded him to come unto him, and to trust unto his +clemency, the which was not unknowne unto him. Descures made some +jorneys unto him, from whome he brought nothing but delaies and +excuses. . . .</p> + +<p>(1047.) "The King, therefore, seeing that he would not come but with +conditions that did not agree with a perfect obedience, resolved to have +him by one means or other. . . . The King's intention was imparted to the +Vicont of Pont du Chasteau, to D'Eurre, Lieutenant of the Duke of +Vandosmes company, to the Baron of Camilac, to La Boulaye, Lieutenant to +the company of the Marquis of Verneuil, to Nerestan, Colonell of a +Regiment of foote, and to so many others as it is a wonder it <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[Pg 314]</a></span>was not +divulged being in so many heads. In this action all shewed the duties +and affections of good men which respected their honours. Many means +were attempted but they were incountred with great difficulties and +crosses. . . . The surest meanes (& that wherein there was least trouble +and scandall) was the mustring of the Duke of Vandosmes company. . . . +D'Eurre who prest Murat (Treasorer extraordinary of the warres) to paie +his company a muster, intreated the count of Auvergne to see it, to the +ende hee might assure the King that hee had gallant men and good horses, +and that all his companions should be wonderfully honored with the +presence of their coronell. 'I will part to morrowe' sayd the Count of +Auvergne 'to hunt at Alezou, and will returne againe on Monday at night; +I pray you bee heere at super, and lodge your company at Normain, to the +ende that the next day, after that wee have dronke, runne at the ring, +and dined, we may see it.'</p> + +<p>(1048.) "This was done as he had appointed. . . . D'Eurre came to Clermont +on Monday at night, and goes unto him where he supped in one of their +houses that managed this businesse. . . . The next day, the ninth of +November, the morning was spent in running at the ring. . . . They went to +dinner, and it was well observed that the Count of Auvergne had some +distrust. He hath since confest that hee was ready to call the two +brothers of Murat into his cabinet, and to cause them to be searcht, for +that he was well advertised that they alwayes carryed the Kings letters +and his commandments. <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[Pg 315]</a></span>But a great resolution, thinking that there is no +more harme in fearing then in the thing that causeth feare, feares +extremely to make shewe that hee hath any feare. After dinner D'Eurre +asked, 'If it pleased him to go to horse to see the musters.' He +answered him; 'That it should be presently, and that he should use +speed.' He retyred himselfe soone after into his cabinet and went downe +. . . mounted upon a Scottish horse (which Vitry had given him) the which +would have outrunne all the horses of France. He would not attend the +other noblemen for that he distrusted them, having an intent to passe +on, if he found them not ready. But beeing come to the place, he found +the company in battell. This great diligence made him somewhat jealous, +and they might perceive him, that, pulling up his cloake, he drewe his +sword foure fingers out, yet without any amazement. D'Eurre, seeing him +make even the reynes of his horse, came to him trotting, with his hat in +his hand, and hearing him sweare with a great oath that he had been very +dilligent, 'You may see, my lord' (answered he) 'I have caused my +companions to advance, for that I would not trouble you with +attendance.' 'Monsieur D'Eurre' (replyed the Earle) 'you are one of my +friends, I cannot make any long stay here.' To whome D'Eurre said: 'All +my companions are not yet here, but, if it please you, you shall see +this troupe, and judge of the whole by a part.' Hereupon he sees some +horsemen come and demands what they were. D'Eurre told him: 'That it was +Nerestan, who had beene at Rion <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[Pg 316]</a></span>about a sute of his daughters.' He +beleeved it, for he knewe that Nerestan had stayd some dayes at Rion and +yet his heart began to suspect more. But it was too late, hee was +environed on every side, and hardly can one resist many. Nerestan +lighted to salute him, and having entertayned him with some discourse +uppon the occasion of his staye at Rion, or of his returne to Court, he +went presently to horse-back, and thrust on one of the lackquaies with +his foote, for a signe and token of the beginning of the execution.</p> + +<p>"One of Nerestans three lackquaies takes holde of his horse by the +bridle. D'Eurre, seeing that Nerestan had taken the right side to salute +the Count of Auvergne, went unto the left, and laying hold with his hand +uppon the hilt of his sword, he sayd unto him that hee had commandement +from the King to take him. The other two laquais pulled him so roughly +from his horse, as he had like to have fallen to the ground; hee was +mooved to see himselfe so intreated by laquais, intreating D'Eurre to +cause two of his companions to light, and that hee might not see those +rascalls any more. Nerestan sayd unto him that they were soldiars so +attyred to serve the King in this action. A peece shott into the ayre by +chance made him to doubt worse measure, so as hee intreated D'Eurre that +he would not use his pistolet. D'Eurre freed him from these +apprehensions, intreating him to resolve upon the Kings will, and not to +force them to intreat him otherwise than they desired. 'Well,' said hee, +'I yeeld, what will you have mee to doe?' 'That you mount <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[Pg 317]</a></span>upon the +trompets horse,' sayd D'Eurre. It was feared that he would not have +suffered himselfe to bee taken so easily nor so quietly, as wee have +seene many great courages choose rather to be cut in peeces then to see +themselves reserved for some shamefull end, and others that have +willingly dyed, for that they would not die by force. When as he sees +himselfe in the toyles invironed on al sides . . . hee sayd, 'Ah! in the +Divels name, I doubted all this.' Being mounted upon the trompets nagg, +they conduct him presently to Aigueperse. Before hee had gone a hundred +paces, he intreated D'Eurre to lend him one of his troupe, to carry some +message of his remembrance, and of his miserie, to a ladie that attended +him. De Pleche had the charge. Shee who had not prepared her heart to +withstand the assaults of a most extreame and sensible griefe, tooke +D'Eurre for the object, against whome shee poured forth the furie of her +passions. 'If I knew' (sayd shee unto this gentleman) 'that I might save +him in forcing through your troupe, I would willingly doe it, and if I +had but tenne men of my courage and resolution, you should not carrie +him where you thinke. But I will never die till I have given D'Eurre a +hundred shott with a pistoll, and to Murat a hundred blowes with a +sword.' These were the passions of her love, transported with a +resolution beyond her sexe, and which did participate of a man, of a +troubled mind, and of love. This last makes miracles of marvells and +marvells of miracles, in wills that are equally toucht with his +inspirations. . . . Shee loved him well, and was well <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[Pg 318]</a></span>beloved: for the +Count of Auvergne hath been heard say, that if the King did set him at +libertie, and send him back to his house, uppon condition that hee +should not see this ladie, hee would rather desire to die. Shee +presently ordered the affaires of her house, the disposition of her +furniture, and the retreat of her servants. This passion going from the +memorie to the thought, from the thought to the heart, from the heart to +the eyes, made her to powre forth so many teares, as shee lost the sight +of one eye for a tyme. . . .</p> + +<p>"All the way hee seemed no more afflicted, then when hee was at +libertie. He tould youthfull and idle tales of his love, and the +deceiving of ladies. Hee shott in a harquebuse at birds, wherein hee was +so perfect and excellent, as hee did kill larkes as they were flying. . . .</p> + +<p>(1050.) "We may observe in this apprehension many things that may breed +admiration and amazement, and which shewe that men do in vaine furnish +themselves with wisedome against Heaven and with intelligences against +the King. The Count of Auvergne had advertisements from all places that +they should take him, and that the Kings pensioners were in the field to +that effect. His most inward and neerest friends and, among others +Florac, knewe it, and said nothing unto him, preferring his duty to his +Prince before all affection. The Constable was also as well informed +thereof as any other and yet he made no shewe thereof. . . . His duty +prescribed him a law to all the bounds of nature; so there is not any +one but is more bound to the service of the King and his <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[Pg 319]</a></span>country then +to his owne health, or to that of his children. A gentleman, being at +his table, speaking of this taking, said, 'Sir, if the King should +command mee to take you, I would doe it, although I bee your most humble +servant, that you march in the first rankes of greatnesse in the realm, +and that all things touching armes, depend upon your commandments.' 'I +beleeve it' (answered the Constable) 'else you should do ill, for the +King is both your King and mine. I am your friend.' There is no love nor +affection to dispence any one from the Kings commandments."</p> + + +<p class="sectctr">II</p> + +<p class="hang"><span class="smcap">Grimeston's Translation of J. de Serres's Narrative of the Murder of the +Duke of Guise in his Inventaire General</span></p> + +<p>The King determines to get rid of Guise, "this newe starre in the East +whom the people worshipped already." (722.) "Hee hath caused bookes to +bee printed in favour of the lawfull succession of the House of Lorraine +to the Crowne. At the Barricades this voice was heard: 'It is no longer +time to dally, let us lead my lord to Reimes.' He hath suffered himselfe +to be saluted by the people, with cries and acclamations which belong +only to the Soveraigne Prince."</p> + +<p>The Duke, scenting danger, thinks of absenting himself from the meetings +of the Estates, but is dissuaded.</p> + +<p>(723.) "The Archbishop of Lion, attending a Cardinals <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[Pg 320]</a></span>hatt within a few +dayes from Rome, 'Retyring your selfe from the Estates' (said he unto +him) 'you shall beare the blame to have abandoned France in so important +an occasion, and your enemies, making their profit of your absence, wil +sone overthrowe al that which you have with so much paine effected for +the assurance of religion.'</p> + +<p>"Man doth often loose his judgement upon the point of his fal. +Advertisements were come to him from all parts, both within and without +the realme, from Rome, Spaine, Lorraine and Savoye, that a bloodie +catastrophe would dissolve the assemblie. The almanakes had well +observed it: it was generally bruted in the Estates, that the execution +should be on Saint Thomas day. The eve before his death, the Duke +himselfe sitting downe to dinner, found a scroule under his napkin, +advertising him of this secret ambush. But (as ambition blinds those +whome shee hath raised up to the pies nest, and the furie of Gods +judgements confounds such as trust in their authoritie) he writ +underneath, with his owne hand 'They dare not'; and threw it under the +table.</p> + +<p>"The Duke of Guise, following the councell of the Cardinall Morosin, had +the one and twentith of December incensed the King a new by some bold +and presumptous speeches. . . . The King had the two and twentith day +following prepared seven of his five and fortie (they were gentlemen +whome hee had appointed to be neere his person, besides the ordinarie +archers of his gard) to execute his will, and by many dispatches had +assured <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[Pg 321]</a></span>those townes which hee held to bee most mutinous. The three and +twentith he assembles his Councell somewhat more early in the morning +then was usuall, having a devotion to go after dinner, and to spend the +holidayes at our Ladie of Clery. . . . The Duke of Guise comes, and +attending the beginning of the councell sends for a handkercher: (the +groome of [724] his chamber had forgotten to put one into his hose.) +Pericart, his secretarie, not daring to commit this new advertisement to +any mans report, ties a note to one of the corners thereof, saying, +'Come forth and save your selfe, else you are but a dead man.' But they +stay the page that carried it. Larchant, captaine of the Kings gard, +causeth an other to be given unto him with all speed by Saint Prix, the +chiefe grome of the Kings chamber. The Castle gates are shutt, and the +Councell sits about eight of the clocke.</p> + +<p>"The spirit of man doth often prophecie of the mischeefe that doth +pursue him. So whilest they dispute of a matter propounded by +Petremolle, the Duke feeles strange alterations, and extraordinary +distemperatures, and, amidest his distrust, a great fainting of his +heart. Saint Prix presents unto him some prunes of Brignolles and +raisins of the sunne. Hee eats, and thereupon the King calls him into +his Cabinet by Revoll, one of the secretaries of his Estate, as it were +to confer with him about some secret of importance. The Duke leaves the +Councell to passe unto the Cabinet: and as he did lift up the tapistrie +with one hand to enter, they charge him <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[Pg 322]</a></span>with their swords, daggers, and +pertuisans: yet not with so great violence, but he shewed the murtherers +the last endeavours of an invincible valour and courage.</p> + +<p>"Thus lived and thus died Henry of Lorraine, Duke of Guise: a Prince +worthie to be in the first rankes of Princes, goodly, great, tall of +proportion, amiable of countenance, great of courage, readie in the +execution of his enterprises, popular, dissembling, but covering the +secrets of his minde with his outward behaviour, imbracing all times and +occasions, politike in stratagems, making much of his souldiars, and +honouring his captaines. But a Prince who hath blemished the greatest +beautie of his practises by extreame ambition; factious, a great +bragger, vaine in beleeving of soothsayers who assured him of his +greatnes, and of the change of his familie into a royaltie, proud, not +able to submit his hopes, even to those from whome hee should hope for +his advancement, giving men to understand by his inclination, that he +was not borne to obey, but to commaund, and with this dessein, he framed +the minds of the French, by his first actions, to beleeve that he had +partes fit to make a strange alteration in a realme."</p> + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /> +<h4>FOOTNOTES:</h4> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_313:1_10" id="Footnote_313:1_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_313:1_10"><span class="label">[313:1]</span></a> The numbers refer to the pages of Grimeston's volume.</p></div> + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /> + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[Pg 323]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="Bibliography" id="Bibliography"></a>Bibliography</h2> + + +<p class="center"><i>The place of publication is London unless otherwise indicated.</i></p> + + +<p class="sectctr">I. TEXTS</p> + +<p><b>1607</b>, 4<sup>o.</sup> <span class="smcap">Bussy D'Ambois: A Tragedie</span>: As it hath been often presented +at Paules. London, Printed for William Aspley, [B. M. C. 34. c. 12.]</p> + +<p><b>1608</b>, 4<sup>o.</sup> <span class="smcap">Bussy D'Ambois:</span> [&c. A reissue of the 1607 edition, with the +date altered. B. M. 644. d. 41.]</p> + +<p><b>1613</b>, 4<sup>o.</sup> <span class="smcap">The Revenge of Bussy D'Ambois. A Tragedie</span>. As it hath beene +often presented at the private Play-house in the White-Fryers. Written +by George Chapman, Gentleman. London. Printed by T. S. and are to be +solde by Iohn Helme, at his Shop in S. Dunstones Church-yard, in +Fleetstreet. [B. M. C. 34. c. 16.]</p> + +<p><b>1641</b>, 4<sup>o.</sup> <span class="smcap">Bussy D'Ambois: A Tragedie</span>: As it hath been often Acted with +great Applause. Being much corrected and amended by the Author before +his death. London. Printed by A. N. for Robert Lunne. [B. M. 644. d. +42.]</p> + +<p><b>1646</b>, 4<sup>o.</sup> <span class="smcap">Bussy D'Ambois</span>: [A . . . London, as in 1641 edition.] Printed +by T. W. for Robert Lunne and are to be sold at his house next doore to +the signe of the Crane on Lambeth Hill at the end of old Fishstreet. [B. +M. 644. d. 43. A reissue of the 1641 edition with the imprint altered.]</p> + +<p><b>1657</b>, 4<sup>o.</sup> <span class="smcap">Bussy D'Ambois: A Tragedie:</span> As it hath been often Acted with +great applause. Being much corrected and amended by the Author, George +Chapman, Gent. Before his death. London, Printed, for Joshua Kirton, at +his Shop in St. Pauls Church-yard, at the sign of the Kings-Arms. [B. M. +644. d. 44. Another reissue of the 1641 edition, with a new title-page.]</p> + +<p>[Baker in his <i>Biographia Dramatica</i> (1812) <span class="smcap">ii</span>, 73, mentions an edition +of Bussy D'Ambois in 1616, but no copy of such an <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[Pg 324]</a></span>edition has been +traced, and Dilke, <i>Old English Plays</i> (1814) vol. <span class="smcap">iii</span>, p. 228, is +probably right in considering that the entry is an error for that of +1646, which Baker does not mention.]</p> + +<p><b>1691</b>, 4<sup>o.</sup> <span class="smcap">Bussy D'Ambois or the Husbands Revenge. A Tragedy.</span> As it is +Acted at the Theatre Royal. Newly Revised by Mr. D'Urfey [quotation from +the Satires of Horace]. London. Printed for R. Bently in Covent Garden, +Jo. Hindmarsh over against the Royal Exchange, and Abel Roper at the +Mitre near Temple Bar.</p> + +<p><b>1814</b>, 8<sup>o.</sup> <span class="smcap">Old English Plays</span>; being a selection from the early dramatic +writers. [Volume <span class="smcap">iii</span> contains <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i>, together with <i>Monsieur +D'Olive</i>, and Dekker's <i>The Wonder of a Kingdom</i> and <i>Old Fortunatus</i>. A +short life of Chapman is prefixed to <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i>. The text is that +of the edition of 1641, in modernised spelling. The notes contain some +of the variants in the Q of 1607, and explanations of many difficult +phrases. The editor, though his name does not appear, was C. W. Dilke, +afterwards editor of the <i>Athenæum</i>, and grandfather of the present Sir +C. W. Dilke.]</p> + +<p><b>1873</b>, 8<sup>o.</sup> <span class="smcap">The Comedies and Tragedies of George Chapman.</span> Now first +collected, with illustrative notes and a memoir of the author. In three +volumes. London. John Pearson York Street Covent Garden. [Vol. <span class="smcap">ii</span> +contains <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i> and <i>The Revenge of Bussy D'Ambois</i>, together +with <i>Byron's Conspiracie and Tragedie</i> and <i>May-Day</i>. The text of +<i>Bussy D'Ambois</i> is, where differences of reading occur, that of the +edition of 1641, the variants of 1607 being given (with some +inaccuracies) at the foot of the page. Otherwise the spelling of 1607 is +followed, and the title-page of the 1607 Quarto is faultily reproduced. +<i>The Revenge of Bussy D'Ambois</i> is reprinted from the 1613 Quarto, in +the original spelling, and with a faulty reproduction of the title-page. +The explanatory notes to both plays are very slight, but there is a +valuable introductory memoir to vol. <span class="smcap">i</span>, giving extracts from previous +criticisms of Chapman.]</p> + +<p><b>1874-5</b>, 8<sup>o.</sup> <span class="smcap">The Works of George Chapman:</span> edited with notes, by Richard +Herne Shepherd. [Vol. <span class="smcap">i</span>, Plays, vol. <span class="smcap">ii</span>, Homer's <i>Iliad</i> and <i>Odyssey</i>, +vol. <span class="smcap">iii</span>, Poems and Minor Translations, Chatto and Windus. An edition in +modernised spelling, and with merely <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[Pg 325]</a></span>a sprinkling of notes. To vol. <span class="smcap">iii</span> +is prefixed Mr. A. C. Swinburne's <i>Essay on the Poetical and Dramatic +Works of George Chapman</i>, the finest and most comprehensive study of +Chapman's writings.]</p> + +<p><b>1895</b>, 8<sup>o.</sup> <span class="smcap">George Chapman</span> edited, with an Introduction and Notes, by +William Lyon Phelps, M.A. Ph.D. London: T. Fisher Unwin. New York: +Charles Scribner's Sons. [This volume of the <i>Mermaid Series</i> contains +<i>Bussy D'Ambois</i> and <i>The Revenge</i>, together with <i>Byron's Conspiracie +and Tragedie</i> and <i>All Fools</i>. The text is reprinted from the edition of +1873, but with the spelling modernised. There is an introductory memoir +containing an "appreciation" of Chapman as a dramatist, and brief +explanatory notes are added at the foot of the text.]</p> + + +<p class="sectctr">II. WORKS AND ARTICLES USEFUL FOR STUDY OF THE PLAYS</p> + +<p><b>1681.</b> <span class="smcap">Dedication of the Spanish Friar</span>, J. Dryden. Reprinted in W. P. +Ker's <i>Essays of John Dryden</i>, vol. <span class="smcap">i</span>, pp. 244-50, Oxford, 1900.</p> + +<p><b>1691.</b> <span class="smcap">The Lives and Characters of the English Dramatick Poets</span>, G. +Langbaine. Oxford.</p> + +<p><b>1691.</b> <span class="smcap">Athenæ Oxonienses</span>, Anthony à Wood: vol. <span class="smcap">ii</span>, pp. 575-81 (edition +continued by Ph. Bliss, 1815). Short life of Chapman.</p> + +<p><b>1808.</b> <span class="smcap">Specimens of English Dramatic Poets</span>, Charles Lamb. Lamb quotes the +following passages from <i>Bussy D'Ambois</i>: <span class="smcap">ii</span>, 1, 33-135; <span class="smcap">i</span>, 1, 5-17; <span class="smcap">i</span>, +1, 20-23; <span class="smcap">i</span>, 1, 134-9; <span class="smcap">i</span>, 2, 10-33. Further extracts, together with +several from <i>The Revenge of Bussy D'Ambois</i>, were added in 1827.</p> + +<p><b>1818.</b> <span class="smcap">Lectures on the Dramatic Literature of the Age of Elizabeth.</span> W. +Hazlitt. Lecture <span class="smcap">iii</span>, <i>On Marston, Chapman, Decker, and Webster</i>.</p> + +<p><b>1821.</b> <span class="smcap">The Retrospective Review</span>, vol. <span class="smcap">iv</span>: Article on <i>Chapman's Plays</i>. +This Article deals with the Tragedies and gives long extracts from +<i>Bussy D'Ambois</i> and the two "Byron" plays. It concludes: "<i>The Revenge +of Bussy D'Ambois</i> we regret to say <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[Pg 326]</a></span>we have never seen. The rarity of +the old plays is such, that they are only to be found in some public +libraries, and in the extensive hoards of private collectors; and in +such applications as we have reluctantly caused to be made, we confess, +we have rather found the exclusive spirit of the monopolist, than the +liberality of the enlightened lover of literature." A second Article, on +the Comedies, is contained in vol. <span class="smcap">v</span>.</p> + +<p><b>1841.</b> <span class="smcap">The Edinburgh Review</span>, April: Article on <i>Beaumont and Fletcher and +their Contemporaries</i>.</p> + +<p><b>1865.</b> <span class="smcap">Chapman in seinem Verhältniss zu Shakespeare</span>, F. Bodenstedt. +<i>Shakspere Jahrbuch</i>, <span class="smcap">i</span>, Berlin.</p> + +<p><b>1874.</b> <span class="smcap">The Cornhill Magazine</span>, July: article on <i>Chapman's Dramatic +Works</i>.</p> + +<p><b>1875.</b> <span class="smcap">George Chapman: A critical essay</span>, A. C. Swinburne. A reprint of +the Introductory Essay to vol. <span class="smcap">ii</span> of the Edition of Chapman's works +edited by R. H. Shepherd. Chatto & Windus.</p> + +<p><b>1887.</b> <span class="smcap">The Dictionary of National Biography</span>, vol. <span class="smcap">x</span>, Article on <i>George +Chapman</i> by A. H. Bullen.</p> + +<p><b>1891.</b> <span class="smcap">A Biographical Chronicle of the English Drama</span>, F. G. Fleay, vol. +<span class="smcap">i</span>, pp. 50-66. Reeves and Turner.</p> + +<p><b>1899.</b> <span class="smcap">A History of English Dramatic Literature to the death of Queen +Anne</span>, A. W. Ward. New and Revised Edition, vol. <span class="smcap">ii</span>, chap. vi, 408-450. +Macmillan.</p> + +<p><b>1892.</b> <span class="smcap">Der Blankvers in den Dramen George Chapmans</span>, Emil Elste. Halle.</p> + +<p><b>1897.</b> <span class="smcap">Quellen-studien zu den Dramen George Chapman's, Philip Massinger's +und John Ford's</span>, Emil Koeppel. An account of this important monograph, +which is the 82d volume of the Strassburg <i>Quellen und Forschungen</i> is +given in the Introduction, <a href="#Page_xxxi">p. xxxi</a>.</p> + +<p><b>1900.</b> <span class="smcap">George Chapman und das Italienische Drama</span>, A. L. Stiefel. +<i>Shakspere Jahrbuch</i>, <span class="smcap">xxxv</span>. Deals chiefly with the relation between +Chapman's <i>May-Day</i> and A. Piccolomini's <i>Alessandro</i>.</p> + +<p><b>1901.</b> <span class="smcap">Letters and Documents by George Chapman, Ben Jonson</span>, etc., Bertram +Dobell, printed in <i>The Athenæum</i>, Nos. 3830-3833. These "letters and +documents" form part of a <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[Pg 327]</a></span>small quarto MS. volume of about 90 leaves, +containing "copies of letters, petitions, or other documents dating from +about 1580 to 1613." Mr. Dobell, to whom their publication is due, +considers "that the writer or collector of the documents can have been +no other than George Chapman." Six of these letters are reprinted in +Prof. Schelling's edition of <i>Eastward Hoe</i> and <i>The Alchemist</i>, 1903.</p> + +<p><b>1903.</b> <span class="smcap">The Source of Chapman's "The Conspiracie and Tragedie of Charles, +Duke of Byron" and "The Revenge of Bussy D'Ambois,"</span> F. S. Boas, in <i>The +Athenæum</i>, No. 3924, Jan. 10th.</p> + +<p><b>1903.</b> <span class="smcap">Shakespeare and the Rival Poet</span>, Arthur Acheson. John Lane. An +attempt to identify Chapman with "the rival poet" alluded to in +Shakespeare's Sonnets.</p> + +<p><b>MS.</b> <span class="smcap">Chorus Vatum</span>, Joseph Hunter, British Museum Addit. MSS. 24488, vol. +v, pp. 61-66. Article on <i>George Chapman</i>.</p> + + +<p class="sectctr">III. HISTORICAL AND BIOGRAPHICAL WORKS RELATING TO BUSSY D'AMBOIS</p> + +<p><b>1604-20.</b> <span class="smcap">Historiæ sui temporis</span>, J. A. De Thou. The earliest editions, +published in 1604, do not mention Bussy. That of 1609, which carries on +the narrative to the year 1584, only mentions (lib. <span class="smcap">lii</span>, p. 132) his +proceedings during the Massacre of St. Bartholomew. It is the edition of +1620, published at Geneva, and embracing events till 1607 that includes +(lib. <span class="smcap">lxviii</span>, p. 330 ff.) the narrative of Bussy's murder, in printed +<a href="#Appendix_A">Appendix A</a>, and (lib. <span class="smcap">cxiii</span>, p. 558) of Renée D'Ambois's meditated +revenge (cf. Introduction, <a href="#Page_xxxvi">p. xxxvi</a>). The most convenient edition of De +Thou's History is that published by S. Buckley in 1733.</p> + +<p><b>1615.</b> <span class="smcap">Les Histoires Tragiques de Nostre Temps</span>, François de Rosset. The +story of Bussy's love for the Countess of Montsoreau, and his murder +forms the subject of the 17th Histoire, <i>De la mort pitoyable du +valeureux Lysis</i>, the most important parts of which are printed in +Appendix A.</p> + +<p><b>1621.</b> <span class="smcap">Journal de Henri III</span>, P. de L'Estoile. Paris.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[Pg 328]</a></span></p><p><b>1628.</b> <span class="smcap">Memoires et lettres</span>, Marguerite de Valois. Paris. The edition +published by F. Guessard for <i>La Societe de l'Histoire de France</i> (1842) +is the most convenient.</p> + +<p><b>1666.</b> <span class="smcap">Discours sur les couronnels de l'infanterie de France</span>, Pierre de +Bourdeille, Seigneur de Brantôme. Leyden.</p> + +<p><b>1722.</b> <span class="smcap">Discours sur les Duels</span>, Pierre de Bourdeille, etc. Leyden.</p> + +<p><b>1877.</b> <span class="smcap">Le Maine, l'Anjou et Bussy D'Amboise</span>, Arthur Bertrand. Le Mans.</p> + +<p><b>1885.</b> <span class="smcap">Louis de Clermont, Sieur de Bussy D'Amboise, Gouverneur D'Anjou</span>, +André Joubert. Angers and Paris. A full and interesting study of Bussy's +career based upon first-hand materials.</p> + +<p><b>1888.</b> <span class="smcap">Bussy D'Amboise</span>, Leon Marlet. Paris. A sketchy memoir.</p> + + +<p>IV. HISTORICAL WORKS RELATING TO EPISODES IN THE REVENGE OF BUSSY +D'AMBOIS</p> + +<p><b>1597.</b> <span class="smcap">Inventaire Général de l'Histoire de France</span>, Jean de Serres. A +later edition in 1603 continues the narrative to the peace of Vervins in +1598. Paris.</p> + +<p><b>1605.</b> <span class="smcap">Histoire de France durant sept années de paix du regne de Henry +IV</span>, Pierre Matthieu. Paris.</p> + +<p><b>1605.</b> <span class="smcap">Chronologie Septenaire de l'Histoire de la Paix entre les Roys de +France et d'Espagne</span>, P. V. Cayet. Paris.</p> + +<p><b>1607.</b> <span class="smcap">A General Inventorie of the History of France</span>, Edward Grimeston. +From the beginning of that monarchie unto the treatie of Vervins, in the +yeare 1598. Written by Jhon de Serres, And continued unto these times, +out of the best Authors which have written of that subject. Translated +out of French into English. [A second edition, in 1611, continues the +narrative till 1610.] Upon this volume see Introduction, <a href="#Page_xxxii">pp. xxxii-xxxv</a>.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 90%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[Pg 329]</a></span></p> +<h2 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="Glossary" id="Glossary"></a>Glossary</h2> + + +<p><b>absolute</b>, perfect.</p> + +<p><b>abus'd</b>, deceived.</p> + +<p><b>additions</b>, titles.</p> + +<p><b>admiration</b>, wonder.</p> + +<p><b>advis'd</b>, cautious, wary.</p> + +<p><b>affect</b>, desire.</p> + +<p><b>allow</b>, <b>allow'd</b>, approve, approved.</p> + +<p><b>amazes</b>, bewilders.</p> + +<p><b>annoy</b>, injure.</p> + +<p><b>antickes</b>, buffoons.</p> + +<p><b>apishnesse</b>, ridiculous imitation.</p> + +<p><b>approves</b>, proves.</p> + +<p><b>Argosea</b>, a large trading vessel.</p> + +<p><b>arguments</b>, proofs.</p> + +<p><b>auchthor</b>, be the agent of.</p> + +<p><b>autenticall</b>, legally valid.</p> + +<p><b>avise</b>, intelligence.<br /><br /></p> + + +<p><b>bare</b>, bareheaded.</p> + +<p><b>barks</b>, outer coverings.</p> + +<p><b>basilisks</b>, fabulous reptiles, whose glance was supposed to be fatal.</p> + +<p><b>battailia</b>, order of battle.</p> + +<p><b>belly-gods</b>, gluttons.</p> + +<p><b>brack</b>, breach.</p> + +<p><b>brave</b>, <b>braverie</b>, fine, finery.</p> + +<p><b>bumbast</b>, <i>n.</i>, padding.</p> + +<p><b>bumbasts</b>, <i>vb.</i>, stuffs out.<br /><br /></p> + + +<p><b>case</b>, skin.</p> + +<p><b>cast</b>, (1) <i>p. p.</i>, cast off, disused; (2) <i>vb.</i>, conjecture.</p> + +<p><b>censure</b>, judge.</p> + +<p><b>challenge</b>, claim.</p> + +<p><b>characters</b>, outward symbols.</p> + +<p><b>check(e) at</b>, (1) take offence at; (2) go in pursuit of. <i>Used technically of a hawk which turns aside from its proper quarry to follow inferior game.</i></p> + +<p><b>clear</b>, pure, innocent.</p> + +<p><b>close</b>, secret.</p> + +<p><b>coast</b>, travel in circuitous fashion.</p> + +<p><b>colour</b>, pretence.</p> + +<p><b>comfortable</b>, comforting.</p> + +<p><b>companion</b>, base fellow.</p> + +<p><b>conceit</b>, conception, thought.</p> + +<p><b>confirm'd</b>, well-regulated.</p> + +<p><b>consent</b>, sympathy.</p> + +<p><b>contemptfull</b>, contemptible.</p> + +<p><b>cries clinke</b>, strikes the favourable hour.</p> + +<p><b>curious</b>, careful, scrupulous.<br /><br /></p> + + +<p><b>decent</b>, appropriate.</p> + +<p><b>denizond</b>, naturalized.</p> + +<p><b>designements</b>, arrangements.</p> + +<p><b>discover</b>, reveal.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[Pg 330]</a></span><b>disparking</b>, turning park-land into plough-land.<br /><br /></p> + + +<p><b>emply</b>, imply.</p> + +<p><b>encompast</b>, taken at a disadvantage.</p> + +<p><b>enseame</b>, bring together, introduce. Cf. <i>Spens.</i> F. Q. <span class="smcap">iv</span>, <span class="smcap">ii</span>, 35-6, <i>where the word</i> = "includes," "contains together."</p> + +<p><b>errant</b>, productive of wandering.</p> + +<p><b>events</b>, issues.</p> + +<p><b>exhale</b>, draw up, raise.</p> + +<p><b>exhalations</b>, meteors (cf. <i>Jul. Cæsar</i>, <span class="smcap">ii</span>, i, 44).</p> + +<p><b>explicate</b>, unfold.</p> + +<p><b>expugn'd</b>, taken by storm.</p> + +<p><b>exquire</b>, find out.<br /><br /></p> + + +<p><b>facts</b>, deeds.</p> + +<p><b>fautor</b>, patron.</p> + +<p><b>fivers</b>, <i>variant of</i> fibres.</p> + +<p><b>fleerings</b>, sneers.</p> + +<p><b>forfeit</b>, fault.</p> + +<p><b>foutre</b>, an exclamation of contempt.</p> + +<p><b>fray</b>, frighten.<br /><br /></p> + + +<p><b>giddinesse</b>, foolhardiness.</p> + +<p><b>glorious</b>, swelling, boastful.</p> + +<p><b>Gordian</b>, Gordian knot.</p> + +<p><b>graduate</b>, rise by steps.</p> + +<p><b>grasse</b>, graze.<br /><br /></p> + + +<p><b>hackster</b>, a prostitute's gallant or protector.</p> + +<p><b>haie</b>, a boisterous country dance.</p> + +<p><b>heartlesse</b>, cowardly.</p> + +<p><b>humourous</b>, full of humours, variable in temper.<br /><br /></p> + + +<p><b>idols</b>, images, counterfeits.</p> + +<p><b>ill-favour'd</b>, of unpleasant appearance.</p> + +<p><b>impe</b>, piece out. <i>Used, originally, in hawking, of the process of grafting new feathers on a maimed wing.</i></p> + +<p><b>implide</b>, <i>variant of</i> employed.</p> + +<p><b>inennerable</b>, indescribable.</p> + +<p><b>informed</b>, moulded, fashioned.</p> + +<p><b>ingenuous</b>, discerning; <i>used mistakenly for</i> ingenious.</p> + +<p><b>injurious</b>, insulting.</p> + +<p><b>innative</b>, native.</p> + +<p><b>intelligencers</b>, spies.<br /><br /></p> + + +<p><b>jealousie</b>, suspicion.</p> + +<p><b>jet</b>, strut.</p> + +<p><b>jiggs</b>, farces, jocular performances.<br /><br /></p> + + +<p><b>last</b>, a certain weight or quantity of goods. <i>In the case of powder, it represented twenty-four barrels.</i></p> + +<p><b>let</b>, hinder, prevent.</p> + +<p><b>limit</b>, limitation.</p> + +<p><b>lucerns</b>, hunting dogs. <i>Used in the same sense by Chapman in trans. of</i> Iliad, <span class="smcap">xi</span>, 417. <i>The usual meaning of the word is lynx.</i><br /><br /></p> + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[Pg 331]</a></span><b>mall'd</b>, beaten with a mall or mallet, crushed.</p> + +<p><b>manlessly</b>, inhumanly.</p> + +<p><b>maritorious</b>, over-fond of a husband.</p> + +<p><b>mate</b>, match oneself against.</p> + +<p><b>meane</b>, moderation.</p> + +<p><b>mezel'd</b>, leprous, fr. M. E. <i>mesel</i>, < O. F. <i>mesel</i>, <i>mezel</i>, leper, < M. L. <i>misellus</i>, a wretched person.</p> + +<p><b>mere</b>, complete.</p> + +<p><b>misers</b>, wretched persons.</p> + +<p><b>moon-calves</b>, false conceptions.<br /><br /></p> + + +<p><b>naps</b>, glossy surfaces on cloth.</p> + +<p><b>naturalls</b>, idiots.</p> + +<p><b>nice</b>, dainty, scrupulous.</p> + +<p><b>nick</b>, notch.</p> + +<p><b>novation</b>, revolution.<br /><br /></p> + + +<p><b>openarses</b>, medlars.</p> + +<p><b>ostents</b>, manifestations.<br /><br /></p> + + +<p><b>part</b>, depart.</p> + +<p><b>pedisequus</b>, (Lat.) lackey.</p> + +<p><b>peece</b>, firearm, gun.</p> + +<p><b>period</b>, conclusion.</p> + +<p><b>politicall</b>, scheming.</p> + +<p><b>pide</b>, dressed in motley.</p> + +<p><b>prevented</b>, anticipated.</p> + +<p><b>pricksong</b>, music written down with points.</p> + +<p><b>proof</b>, firmness, impenetrability.</p> + +<p><b>put-ofs</b>, excuses.<br /><br /></p> + + +<p><b>queich</b>, thicket.</p> + +<p><b>quicke</b>, alive.<br /><br /></p> + + +<p><b>randon</b>, <i>earlier and more correct form of</i> random, <i>O. F.</i> <i>randon</i> f. <i>randir</i>, to run fast.</p> + +<p><b>ready</b>, dressed.</p> + +<p><b>rebating</b>, blunting.</p> + +<p><b>rebatoes</b>, ruffs.</p> + +<p><b>rebutters</b>, rejoinders.</p> + +<p><b>reminiscion</b>, remembrance.</p> + +<p><b>remission</b>, forgiveness.</p> + +<p><b>resolv'd</b>, informed.</p> + +<p><b>revoke</b>, call back.</p> + +<p><b>rivality</b>, rivalry.<br /><br /></p> + + +<p><b>scapes</b>, escapades.</p> + +<p><b>secureness</b>, carelessness.</p> + +<p><b>seres</b>, claws.</p> + +<p><b>sensive</b>, endowed with sensation.</p> + +<p><b>servant</b>, lover.</p> + +<p><b>several</b>, separate.</p> + +<p><b>shadowes</b>, sunshades, or broad-brimmed hats.</p> + +<p><b>shifters</b>, tricksters, rogues.</p> + +<p><b>skittish</b>, changeable, capricious.</p> + +<p><b>sooth</b>, confirm, approve of.</p> + +<p><b>spice</b>, piece, kind.</p> + +<p><b>spinners</b>, spiders.</p> + +<p><b>splinted</b>, supported.</p> + +<p><b>standish</b>, inkstand.</p> + +<p><b>stillado</b>, <i>rare variant of</i> stiletto.</p> + +<p><b>still'd</b>, distilled.</p> + +<p><b>strappl'd</b>, strapped.</p> + +<p><b>successe</b>, result.</p> + +<p><b>surcharg'd</b>, overladen, vanquished.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[Pg 332]</a></span><b>swindge</b>, <i>n.</i>, sway.</p> + +<p><b>swindging</b>, swinging to and fro.<br /><br /></p> + + +<p><b>tall</b>, excellent, brave.</p> + +<p><b>temper</b>, regulate.</p> + +<p><b>touch</b>, censure.</p> + +<p><b>toy</b>, whim.</p> + +<p><b>tracts</b>, tracks, traces.</p> + +<p><b>train</b>, stratagem.</p> + +<p><b>triumphs</b>, pageants.</p> + +<p><b>troe</b>, an exclamation of surprise, added after a question.</p> + +<p><b>trumpet</b>, trumpeter.</p> + +<p><b>trusse</b>, seize (<i>used specially of birds of prey</i>).<br /><br /></p> + + +<p><b>warning peece</b>, a shot discharged as a signal.</p> + +<p><b>weather</b>, tempestuous commotion.</p> + +<p><b>weed</b>, garment.</p> + +<p><b>witty</b>, intelligent.</p> + +<p><b>wrack</b>, wreck.</p> + +<p><b>wreak</b>, revenge.<br /><br /></p> + + +<p><b>unready</b>, undressed.<br /><br /></p> + + +<p><b>vennie</b>, bout at fencing.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 90%" /> +<div class="notebox"> +<h2 class="margin-top: 3em;">Transcriber's Notes:</h2> + +<p>The Table of Contents was added by the Transcriber.</p> + +<p>Spelling and punctuation in the plays are exactly as they appeared in +the original.</p> + +<p>The following corrections have been made to notes and commentary:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>page xxxiv—"sequel to his most popular[original has popuular] +play"</p> + +<p>page xxxvii—"et Monsorellum transactum fuit."[original is +missing ending quotation mark]</p> + +<p>page xl—"well-known passage (<span class="smcap">ii</span>, i[original has 1], 205 ff.)"</p> + +<p>page 298—added missing ending quotation mark in note <b>188</b>, +335-42.</p></div> + +<p>The following words were hyphenated across line breaks. They have been +rejoined and moved to the upper line. A dash indicates where the word +was broken in the original.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Act I. Sc. II., lines 106-7: mis-tresse</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Act I. Sc. II., lines 200-1: him-selfe</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Act III. Sc. II, lines 190-1: re-membred</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Act III. Sc. II, lines 288-9: in-quisition</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Act III. Sc. II, lines 292-3: there-fore</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Dedication Letter to Revenge, lines 1-2: es-teemed</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Dedication Letter to Revenge, lines 6-7: dedica-tion</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Dedication Letter to Revenge, lines 8-9: great-nesse</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Dedication Letter to Revenge, lines 14-15: judge-ments</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Dedication Letter to Revenge, lines 21-22: ele-gant</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Dedication Letter to Revenge, lines 34-35: pre-sent</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Page 164 is blank.</p> +</div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Bussy D'Ambois and The Revenge of +Bussy D'Ambois, by George Chapman + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BUSSY D'AMBOIS *** + +***** This file should be named 20890-h.htm or 20890-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/2/0/8/9/20890/ + +Produced by Melissa Er-Raqabi, Ted Garvin, Lisa Reigel, +Michael Zeug, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team +at http://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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