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As every innovating Puritan,
20 Never so weeping, wringing of her hands For her dead Lord, still the Philosopher laughd.Now, whether he supposed all these presentments Were only maskeries, and wore false faces, Or else were simply vain, I take no care ; But still he laugh'd, how grave soe'er they were,
Stoicism. in this one thing all the discipline Of manners and of manhood is contain'd; A man to join himself with the Universe 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, And into straits, or into nought revert; Wishing the complete Universe might be Subject to such a rag of it as he. Apparitions before the Body's Death : Scoticè, Second Sight.
these true shadows of the Guise and Cardinal, Fore-running thus their bodies, may approve, That all things to be done, as here we live, Are done before all times in th' other life.
THE TRAGEDY OF PHILIP CHABOT,
ADMIRAL OF FRANCE.
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
Al. Though some change appear
Adm. Alas poor man.
20 The thought of what I suffer'd dwell upon Your memory; they could not punish more Than what my duty did oblige to bear For you and justice : but there's something in Your looks presents more fear, than all the malice Of my tormentors could affect my soul with.
hat paleness, and the other forms you wear, Would well become a guilty admiral, one
To assure their adventures made in everything,
King. No more :
Fath. I will not doubt that blessing, and shall Nimbly with this command.
10 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 yet in vain I challenge that; 'tis here Already in my own, and shall be cherish'd With care of my best life: no violence Shall ravish it from my possession ; Not those distempers that infirm my blood And spirits, shall betray it to a fear: When time and nature join to dispossess My body of a cold and languishing breath ; 20 No stroke in all my arteries, but silence In every faculty ; yet dissect me then, And in my heart the world shall read thee living ; And, by the virtue of thy name writ there, That part of me shall never putrify, When I am lost in all my other dust.
Adm. You too much honour your poor servant, My heart despairs so rich a monument, But when it diesKing. I wo'not hear a sound
30 Of any thing that trenched
death. 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 All loyal and just services, I charge thee, Preserve thy heart for me, and thy reward, Which now shall crown thy merits.
Adm. have found
A glorious harvest in your favour, sir ;
King. Express it in some joy then.
Adm. I will strive
King. I'll have no patience,
Adm. My strength would flatter me.
King. In a prince
30 One other boon.
King. Upon condition
Adm. I observe
40 • Chabot's accuser.
A tear from any family ; I beseech
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 Oh!
Dies. Wife. His heart is broken.
Father. And kneeling, sir ;
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 ;
20 His beams that in the air we so admire, Is but a darkness to his flame in fire ; In fire his fervour but as vapour flies, To what his own pure bosom rarefies : And the Almighty Wisdom having given Each man within himself an apter light To guide his acts than any light without him, (Creating nothing, not in all things equal,) It seems a fault in any that depend On others' knowledge, and exile their own. 30
Virtue under Calumny. -as in cloudy days we see the Sun Glide over turrets, temples, richest fields,