Thy radiant forehead in the firmament, Make the vast crystal crack with thy receipt ; Spread to a world of fire; and th'aged sky Cheer with new sparks of old humanity. Son of the earth, whom my unrested soul, Rues t'have begotten in the faith of heaven; (Since thy revengeful spirit hath rejected The charity it commands, and the remission To serve and worship the blind rage of blood) Assay to gratulate and pacify The soul fled from this worthy by performing The Christian reconcilement he besought Betwixt thee and thy lady, let her wounds Manlessly digg'd in her, be eased and cured With blame of thine own tears; or be assured Never to rest free from my haunt and horror. Mont. See how she merits this; still sitting by, And mourning his fall more than her own fault. Um. Remove, dear daughter, and content thy husband; So piety wills thee, and thy servant's peace. Ta. O wretched piety, that art so distract In thine own constancy; and in thy right Must be unrighteous; if Kright my friend I wrong my husband; if his wrong shun, The duty of my friend I leave undone ; Ill plays on both sides; here and there, it riseth; AMBO No place, no good, so good, but ill com But cloak'd it privately and made it com mon; Nor never honour'd been, in blood, or mind, Happy had I been then, as others are Of the like licence; I had then becn honour'd; Lived without envy; custom had benumb'd All sense of scruple, and all note of frailty: My fame had been untouch'd, my heart unbroken: But (shunning all) I strike on all offence, O husband! dear friend! O my conscience! Mo. Come, let's away; my senses are not proof Against those plaints. [Exeunt Guise. Monsieur D'Ambois is borne off. Mont. I must not yield to pity, nor to love So servile and so traitorous cease, my blood To wrastle with my honour, fame, and judgment: Away, forsake my house, forbear complaints Where thou hast bred them: here all things are full Of their own shame and sorrow; leave my house. Ta. Sweet lord, forgive me, and I will With hands held up to heaven, wish that mine honour Would suffer reconcilement to my love; But since it will not, honour, never serve My love with flourishing object till it sterve: And as this taper, though it upwards look, Downwards must needs consume, so let As having lost his honey, the sweet taste It sees and dies; so let our love; and As when the flame is suffer'd to look up, NAntipales END OF FIFTH AND LAST ACT. PUN (also the WRITING of me hand I EPILOGUE.* him to his diak WITH many hands you have seen D'Ambois | To their full height, a place to study slain, due Yet by your grace he may revive again, prove His thankfulness as you increase your The Revenge of Bussy D'Ambois.* ΤΟ THE RIGHT VIRTUOUS AND TRULY NOBLE KNIGHT, SIR THOMAS HOWARD, &c. SIR,-Since works of this kind have been lately esteemed worthy the patronage of some of our worthiest nobles, I have made no doubt to prefer this of mine to your undoubted virtue, and exceeding true noblesse; as containing matter no less deserving your reading, and excitation to heroical life, than any such late dedication. Nor have the greatest Princes of Italy and other countries, conceived it any least diminution to their greatness to have their names winged with these tragic plumes, and dispersed by way of patronage through the most noble notices of Europe. Howsoever therefore in the scenical presentation it might meet with some maligners, yet considering, even therein, it passed with approbation of more worthy judgments; the balance of their side (especially being held by your impartial hand) I hope will to no grain abide the out-weighing. And for the authentical truth of either person or action, who (worth the respecting) will expect it in a poem, whose subject is not truth, but things like truth? Poor envious souls they are that cavil at truth's want in these natural fictions; material instruction, elegant and sententious excitation to virtue, and deflection from her contrary, being the soul, limbs, and limits of an authentical tragedy. But whatsoever merit of your full countenance and favour suffers defect in this, I shall soon supply with some other of more general account: wherein your rightvirtuous name made famous and preserved to posterity, your future comfort and honour in your present acceptation, and love of all virtuous and divine expression; may be so much past others of your rank increased, as they are short of your judicial ingenuity in their due estimation. For, howsoever those ignoble and sour-browed worldlings are careless of whatsoever future or present opinion spreads of them; yet (with the most divine philosopher, if Scripture did not confirm it) I make it matter of my faith, that we truly retain an intellectual feeling of good or bad after this life, proportionably answerable to the love or neglect we bear here to all virtue, and truly humane instruction. In whose favour and honour I wish you most eminent; and rest ever, Your true Virtue's Most true observer, GEO. CHAPMAN. "The Revenge of Bussy D'Ambois. A Tragedie. 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. 1613." SCENE I. Enter Baligny, Renel. Ba. To what will this declining kingdom turn, Swindging in every licence, as in this Stupid permission of brave D'Ambois' murther? Murther made parallel with law! Murther used To serve the kingdom, given by suit to men For their advancement! suffer'd scarecrowlike To fright adultery! What will policy Re. All things: for as when the high births of kings, Deliverances, and coronations, We celebrate with all the cities' bells (Jangling together in untuned confusion); All order'd clocks are tied up so when glory, Flattery, and smooth applauses of things ill, Uphold th'inordinateswindge of downright power, Justice, and truth, that tell the bounded use, Virtuous, and well-distinguish'd forms of Time Are gagg'd and tongue-tied, but we have observed Rule in more regular motion: things most lawful Were once most royal, kings sought common good, Men's manly liberties, though ne'er so mean, And had their own swindge so: more free, and more. But when pride enter'd them, and rule by power, All brows that smiled beneath them, frown'd hearts grieved By imitation; virtue quite was vanish'd, And all men studied self-love, fraud, and vice; Then no man could be good but he was punish'd: Tyrants being still more fearful of the good Than of the bad; their subjects' virtues ever Managed with curbs and dangers, and esteem'd As shadows and detractions to their own. Ba. Now all is peace, no danger: now what follows? Idleness rusts us; since no virtuous labour Ends ought rewarded: ease, security, Now all the palm wears, we made war bc fore So to prevent war, men with giving gifts More than receiving, made our country strong; Our matchless race of soldiers then would spend In public wars, not private brawls, their spirits, In daring enemies, arm'd with meanest arms; Not courting strumpets, and consuming birthrights In apishness and envy of attire. No labour then was harsh, no way so deep, No rock so steep, but if a bird could scale it, Up would our youth fly too. A foe in arms Stirr'd up a much more lust of his en counter, Than of a mistress never so be-painted; Ambition then, was only scaling walls; And over-topping turrets; fame was wealth; Best parts, best deeds, were best nobility; Honour with worth; and wealth well got or none: Countries we won with as few men as countries: Virtue subdued all. Re. Just and then our nobles Loved virtue so, they praised and used it too : Had rather do, than say; their own deeds hearing By others glorified, than be so barren, That their parts only stood in praising others. Ba. Who could not do, yet praised, and envied not; Civil behaviour flourish'd; bounty flow'd, Avarice to upland boors, slaves, hangmen, banish'd. Re. 'Tis now quite otherwise; but to note the cause Of all these foul digressions and revolts From our first natures, this 'tis in a word: Since good arts fail, crafts and deceits are used; Men ignorant are idle; idle men Most practise what they most may do with ease, Fashion, and favour; all their studies aiming Ba. That one accident was made my charge. My brother Bussy's sister, now my wife, Had since his apparition, and excitement Me of my vow, made to my wife, his sister, And undertake himself Bussy's revenge; Yet loathing any way to give it act, But in the noblest and most manly course; To which delivery I can use no means; Re. That means lay on me, Which I can strangely make. My last lands' sale, By his great suit, stands now on price with him, And he, as you know, passing covetous, With that blind greediness that follows gain, Will cast no danger, where her sweet feet tread. Besides, you know, his lady by his suit, (Wooing as freshly, as when first love shot His faultless arrows from her rosy eyes) Now lives with him again, and she, I know, Will join with all helps in her friend's revenge. Ba. No doubt, my lord, and therefore let me pray you To use all speed; for so on needles' points At getting money, which no wise man My wife's heart stands with haste of the |