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)
_He puts the Frier in the vault and follows. She raps her
self in the arras._
_Exeunt [Servants]._
LINENOTES:
_by the haire_. A omits.
1-4 _O, help . . . my lord_. A omits.
21 _than that_. A, than it.
28 _secret_. A, hateful.
32 _tread_. A, touch.
35 _your terrors_. A omits.
35-6 _Good . . . distracted_. B punctuates:--
Good father cease: your terrors
Tempt not a man distracted.
40 _Heaven_. A, God. _you_. A, ye.
42-4 _Father . . . safety_. A omits.
45 _brest_. A, heart.
46 _Stand [in] the opening_. Emend, ed.; A, Ope the
seven-times heat; B, Stand the opening.
48 _woes_. A, cares.
51 _devouring_. A, enraged.
60 _Heaven_. A, God.
68 _rig'd with quench for_. A, laden for thy.
91 _devoure_. A, distract. _consort_. A, state.
95 _faults_. A, sins.
129 _with any shew . . . cruelty_. A omits.
140 _ever_. A, still.
141 _parallel_. A, like in ill.
_Enter Servants._ A omits.
_with a sword drawne_. A omits.
_Falls and dies._ A omits.
174 _worthy_. A, innocent.
_He . . . arras._ _Exeunt._ A omits; B places _He
. . . arras_ after _Exeunt_.
[SCENA SECUNDA.
_A Room in Montsurry's House._]
_Enter Monsieur and Guise._
_Monsieur._ Now shall we see that Nature hath no end
In her great works responsive to their worths;
That she, that makes so many eyes and soules
To see and fore-see, is stark blind her selfe;
And as illiterate men say Latine prayers 5
By rote of heart and dayly iteration,
Not knowing what they say, so Nature layes
A deale of stuffe together, and by use,
Or by the meere necessity of matter,
Ends such a work, fills it, or leaves it empty 10
Of strength, or vertue, error, or cleare truth,
Not knowing what she does; but usually
Gives that which we call merit to a man,
And beliefe must arrive him on huge riches,
Honour and happinesse, that effects his ruine. 15
Even as in ships of warre whole lasts of powder
Are laid, me thinks, to make them last, and gard them,
When a disorder'd spark, that powder taking,
Blowes up, with sodaine violence and horror,
Ships that (kept empty) had sayl'd long, with terror. 20
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