As every innovating Puritan, And ignorant Sweater, out of jealous envy, Never so thriftily, selling of his wares, He stood and laugh'd. Heard he a Holy Brother, Ne'er so impetuously, he stood and laugh'd. Not for their good but his-he stood and laugh'd. Never so weeping, wringing of her hands For her dead Lord, still the Philosopher laugh'd.- But still he laugh'd, how grave soe'er they were, -in this one thing all the discipline Of manners and of manhood is contain'd; 10 20 In his main sway, and make (in all things fit) 30 One with that All, and go on, round as it; Not plucking from the whole his wretched part, Apparitions before the Body's Death: Scoticè, Second Sight. Are done before all times in th' other life. L. THE TRAGEDY OF PHILIP CHABOT, BY GEORGE CHAPMAN AND JAMES SHIRLEY. The ADMIRAL is accused of treason, a criminal process is instituted against him, and his faithful servant ALLEGRE is put on the rack to make him discover: his innocence is at length established by the confession of his enemies; but the disgrace of having been suspected for a traitor by his royal Master, sinks so deep into him, that he falls into a mortal sickness. ADMIRAL. ALLEGRE, supported between two. Adm. Welcome my injured servant: what a misery Have they made on thee! Al. Though some change appear Upon my body, whose severe affliction Hath brought it thus to be sustain'd by others, Adm. Alas poor man. Were all my joys essential, and so mighty, More grief, than all my imagination Could let before into me. Didst not curse me Al. Good my lord, let not The thought of what I suffer'd dwell upon Your memory; they could not punish more For you and justice: but there's something in 10 20 To assure their adventures made in everything, Commend us to the admiral, and say The king will visit him, and bring health. Fath. I will not doubt that blessing, and shall move Nimbly with this command. The KING visits the ADMIRAL. KING. ADMIRAL. His wife, and futher. King. No ceremonial knees, Give me thy heart, my dear, my honest Chabot; And in my heart the world shall read thee living; That part of me shall never putrify, When I am lost in all my other dust. Adm. You too much honour your poor servant, sir; My heart despairs so rich a monument, But when it dies King. I wo' not hear a sound Of any thing that trenched upon death. 30 He speaks the funeral of my crown, that prophesies So unkind a fate: we'll live and die together. And by that duty, which hath taught you hitherto Adm. I have found A glorious harvest in your favour, sir; All my deserts are shadows and fly from me: King. Express it in some joy then. To shew that pious gratitude to you, but King. But what? Adm. My frame hath lately, sir, been ta'en a pieces, And but now put together; the least force Of mirth will shake and unjoint all my reason. Your patience, royal sir. King. I'll have no patience, If thou forget the courage of a man. Adm. My strength would flatter me. King. Physicians, Now I begin to fear his apprehension. Why how is Chabot's spirit fall'n? 10 Adm. Who would not wish to live to serve your goodness? Stand from me. You betray me with your fears. King. In a prince What a swift executioner is a frown, Especially of great and noble souls! How is it with my Philip? Adm. I must beg One other boon. King. Upon condition My Chabot will collect his scatter'd spirits, And be himself again, he shall divide My kingdom with me. Adm. I observe A fierce and killing wrath engender'd in you; For my sake, as you wish me strength to serve you, Forgive your chancellor*; let not the story Of Philip Chabot, read hereafter, draw • Chabot's accuser. 20 30 40 A tear from any family; I beseech King. Endeavour But thy own health, and pronounce general pardon To all through France. Adm. Sir, I must kneel to thank you; It is not seal'd else. Your blest hand: live happy ; May all you trust have no less faith than Chabot. 10 ᏫᏂ ! Wife. His heart is broken. Father. And kneeling, sir; As his ambition were in death to shew The truth of his obedience. Dies. LI. (G.) FURTHER EXTRACTS FROM THE SAME. BY G. CHAPMAN AND J. SHIRLEY. No Advice to Self Advice. -another's knowledge, Applied to my instruction, cannot equal My own soul's knowledge how to inform acts. The sun's rich radiance shot thro' waves most fair, Is but a shadow to his beams i' th' air; On others' knowledge, and exile their own. Virtue under Calumny. -as in cloudy days we see the Sun Glide over turrets, temples, richest fields, 20 30 |