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)
_Cler._ Tis well bestow'd on ye; meate and men sicke
Agree like this and you: and yet even this
Is th'end of all skill, power, wealth, all that is.
_Chal._ I long to heare, sir, how your mistresse takes this.
_Enter Aumal with a cabinet._
_Mail._ Wee soone shall know it; see Aumall return'd. 50
_Aumale._ Ease to your bands, sir!
_Cler._ Welcome, worthy friend!
_Chal._ How tooke his noblest mistresse your sad message?
_Aum._ As great rich men take sodaine povertie.
I never witness'd a more noble love,
Nor a more ruthfull sorrow: I well wisht 55
Some other had beene master of my message.
_Mail._ Y'are happy, sir, in all things, but this one
Of your unhappy apprehension.
_Cler._ This is to mee, compar'd with her much mone,
As one teare is to her whole passion. 60
_Aum._ Sir, shee commends her kindest service to you,
And this rich cabinet.
_Chal._ O happy man!
This may enough hold to redeeme your bands.
_Cler._ These clouds, I doubt not, will be soone blowne over.
_Enter Baligny, with his discharge: Renel, and others._
_Aum._ Your hope is just and happy; see, sir, both 65
In both the looks of these.
_Baligny._ Here's a discharge
For this your prisoner, my good Lord Lieutenant.
_Mail._ Alas, sir, I usurpe that stile, enforc't,
And hope you know it was not my aspiring.
_Bal._ Well, sir, my wrong aspir'd past all mens hopes. 70
_Mail._ I sorrow for it, sir.
_Renel._ You see, sir, there
Your prisoners discharge autenticall.
_Mail._ It is, sir, and I yeeld it him with gladnesse.
_Bal._ Brother, I brought you downe to much good purpose.
_Cler._ Repeate not that, sir; the amends makes all. 75
_Ren._ I joy in it, my best and worthiest friend;
O, y'have a princely fautor of the Guise.
_Bal._ I thinke I did my part to.
_Ren._ Well, sir, all
Is in the issue well: and (worthiest friend)
Here's from your friend, the Guise; here from the Countesse, 80
Your brothers mistresse, the contents whereof
I know, and must prepare you now to please
Th'unrested spirit of your slaughtered brother,
If it be true, as you imagin'd once,
His apparition show'd it. The complot 85
Is now laid sure betwixt us; therefore haste
Both to your great friend (who hath some use waightie
For your repaire to him) and to the Countesse,
Whose satisfaction is no lesse important.
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