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)
269 _[th]in_. Emend. ed; Qq, in.
273 _great_. A omits.
279 _it_. A, you.
284 _wee_. A, I. _our mercies_. A, my mercy.
303 _miraculous_. A, horrible.
308 _Well, my lord_. A, My lord, tis true, and.
311-312 _Come . . . of them_. A omits.
317 _dark and standing foggs_. A, monster-formed cloudes.
322-336 _But what . . . feares_. Omitted in A, which has
instead:--
I will conceale all yet, and give more time
To D'Ambois triall, now upon my hooke;
He awes my throat; else, like Sybillas cave,
It should breath oracles; I feare him strangely,
And may resemble his advanced valour
Unto a spirit rais'd without a circle,
Endangering him that ignorantly rais'd him,
And for whose furie he hath learn'd no limit.
337-391 _Whose there . . . sweet heart_! A omits, though
382-5, with some variations, appear as 326
(half-line)--330 in B. Cf. preceding note.
358 _D'Ambois . . . lord_. So punctuated by ed.; B has:
D'Ambois! why my lord?
394 _browes_. A, head.
397 _Prince_. A, Sir.
400-408 _Why wrongfull . . . oftentimes_. A omits.
409 _Put me in some little doubt_. A, This still hath
made me doubt.
410 _therefore now_. A, for me then.
413-414 _How . . . friendship_. A omits.
414-416 _Then . . . not yours_. Omitted in A, which has
instead: Come, doe not doubt me, and command mee all
things.
417 _to prove which, by_. A, and now by all.
419 _still flourishing tree_. A, affection.
420 _With . . . spring_. A omits.
425 _Plaine as truth_. A omits.
438 _pay me home, ile bide it bravely_. A, begin, and
speake me simply.
447 _strumpet_. A, wife.
460 _thy_. A, that. _the_. A, my.
461 _hath reference_. A, I carrie.
499 _The purest_. A, A perfect.
ACTUS QUARTI SCENA PRIMA.
[_The Banquetting-Hall in the Court._]
_Henry, Monsieur with a letter, Guise, Montsurry, Bussy,
Elynor, Tamyra, Beaupre, Pero, Charlotte, Anable, Pyrha,
with foure Pages._
_Henry._ Ladies, ye have not done our banquet right,
Nor lookt upon it with those cheereful rayes
That lately turn'd your breaths to flouds of gold;
Your looks, me thinks, are not drawne out with thoughts
So cleare and free as heretofore, but foule 5
As if the thick complexions of men
Govern'd within them.
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