Bussy D'Ambois and The Revenge of Bussy D'AmboisChapman, George
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Bussy D'Ambois and The Revenge of Bussy D'Ambois
Chapman, George
Bussy d'Amboise, 1549?-1579 -- Drama; English drama -- 17th century; Revenge -- Drama; Tragedies (Drama)
_Count._ Hee would not for his kingdome traitor be;
His lawes are not so true to him, as he.
O knew I how to free him, by way forc'd 70
Through all their armie, I would flye, and doe it:
And had I of my courage and resolve
But tenne such more, they should not all retaine him.
But I will never die, before I give
Maillard an hundred slashes with a sword, 75
Chalon an hundred breaches with a pistoll.
They could not all have taken Clermont D'Ambois
Without their treacherie; he had bought his bands out
With their slave blouds: but he was credulous;
Hee would beleeve, since he would be beleev'd; 80
Your noblest natures are most credulous.
Who gives no trust, all trust is apt to breake;
Hate like hell mouth who thinke not what they speake.
_Aum._ Well, madame, I must tender my attendance
On him againe. Will't please you to returne 85
No service to him by me?
_Count._ Fetch me straight
My little cabinet. _Exit Ancil[la]._
Tis little, tell him,
And much too little for his matchlesse love:
But as in him the worths of many men
Are close contracted, (_Intr[at] Ancil[la.]_) so in this are
jewels 90
Worth many cabinets. Here, with this (good sir)
Commend my kindest service to my servant,
Thanke him, with all my comforts, and, in them,
With all my life for them; all sent from him
In his remembrance of mee and true love. 95
And looke you tell him, tell him how I lye
_She kneeles downe at his feete._
Prostrate at feet of his accurst misfortune,
Pouring my teares out, which shall ever fall,
Till I have pour'd for him out eyes and all.
_Aum._ O madame, this will kill him; comfort you 100
With full assurance of his quicke acquitall;
Be not so passionate; rise, cease your teares.
_Coun._ Then must my life cease. Teares are all the vent
My life hath to scape death. Teares please me better
Then all lifes comforts, being the naturall seede 105
Of heartie sorrow. As a tree fruit beares,
So doth an undissembled sorrow, teares.
_Hee raises her, and leades her out. Exe[unt]._
_Usher._ This might have beene before, and sav'd much charge.
_Exit._
LINENOTES:
5 _brack's_. Emended by all editors; Q, brack.
20 _and should; expresse it all_. So punctuated by all
editors; Q, and should expresse it all.
31 _Maillard_. Q, Mailiard.
[SCÆNA QUARTA.
_A Room at the Court in Paris._]
_Enter Henry, Guise, Baligny, Esp[ernone], Soisson.
Pericot with pen, incke, and paper._
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