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This does express the noblest fruit of peace. You hear my Lord, all that is spoke contends To celebrate with pious vote the atonement So lately, and so nobly made between you. 'Tis good, and pleases, Like my dearest health, Stand you firm on that sweet simplicity. 'Tis well, and answers all the doubts suspected And what moves this close message Philip? A most wise soul he has, how long shall King Raise men that are not wise till they be high You have our leave, but tell him Philip we Would have him nearer. We know from whence you come, say to the Queen We were coming to her, 'tis a day of love And she seals all perfection. IS it en so. No Traitor, you're too loud Chabots no Traitor, He has the passion of a man about him, And multiplicity of cares may make Wise men forget themselves, come be you patient. Our self. 'Tis Francis I confess. Come, it concerns you not. To do what? Come your language does taste more Of rage and womanish flame than solid reason Against the Admiral, what commands of yours Not to your expectation obeyed By him, is ground of your so keen displeasure? Nay then I reach the spring of your distaste, He has a wife,— I prithee Philip be not so severe To him I favour, 'tis and argument That may serve one day to avail your self, Nor Does it square with your so gentle nature, To give such fires of envy to your blood; For howsoever out of love to Justice, Your Jealousy of that does so incense you, Yet they that censure it will say 'tis envy. And do not generals include particulars? May not I Judge of any thing comprized In your particular as well as you? I am deceived, but I shall find good Judges That will find difference. YOu raise my thoughrs to wonder, that you Madam, And you my Lord, unite your force to plead Ith' Admirals behalf, this is not that Language you did express, when the torn Bill Was late pretended to us, it was then Defiance to our high prerogative, The act of him whose proud heart would rebel And armed with faction, too soon attempt To tear my crown off. Is he come to the Court, whose aversation So much affects him, that he shuns and flies it, What's the strange reason that he will not rise Above the middle region he was born in? Well, well, I'll think on't? You will not do your self right, why should I Exceed you to your self? But who knows not, that extreme justice is (by all ruled laws) the extreme of injury, And must to you be so, the persons that Your passionate heat calls into question Are great, and many, and may wrong in you Your rights of kind, and dignities of fortune, And I advanced you not to heap on you Honours, and Fortune's, that by strong hand now Held up, and over you, when heaven takes off That powerful hand' should thunder on your head, And after you crush your surviving seeds. For my love no relenting. Be better yet advised. You will have justice, is your will so strong Now against mine? your power being so weak Before my favour gave them both their forces Of all that ever shared in my free graces, You Philip Chabot a mean Gentleman Have not I-rais'd you to a supremest Lord, And given you greater dignities than any? Well said, and to spur your dulinesse With the particulars to which I raised you, Have not I made you first a Knight of the Order Then Admiral of France, then Count Byzanges, Lord, and Lieutenant general of all My country, and command of Burgady; Lieutenant general likewise of my son Daulphine, and heir, and of all Normandy, And of my chiefly honoured privy counsel, And cannot all these powers weigh down your will? And who shall judge that Justice, you or I? Well Sir, grant Your force in this my odds in benefits Paid for your pains, put in the other scale, And any equal holder of the balance Will show my merits hoist up yours to air In rule of any doubt or deed betwixt us. Is't possible. Stand you on that? Still so? what if conferring My bounties, and your services to found them, We fallen foul on some licences of yours, Nay, give me therein some advantage of you. Not in sisting their severe discharges Of all your offices? What if I Grant out against you a commission Joined with and extraordinary process To arrest, and put you in laws hands for trial. I'll throw the dice. Was ever herd so fine a confidence? Must it not p oue presumption, and can that Escape brack S and errors in your search of law, I prithee weigh yet, with more soul than danger, And some less passion. Be shrew my blood, but his resolves amaze me; Was ever such a Justice in a subject Of so much office left to his own swinge That left to law thus, and his Sovereigns wrath, Could stand clear spite of both? let reason rule it Before it come at law, a man so rare In one thing cannot in the rest be vulgar, And who sees you not in the broad highway The common dust up in your own eyes, beating In quest of riches, honours, offices, As heartily in show as most believe, And he that can use actions with the vulgar, Must needs embrace the same effects & cannot inform him Whatsoever he pretends, use them with such Free equity, as fits one just and real Even in the eyes of men, nor stand at all parts So truly circular, so found, and solid, But have his swellings out, his cracks and crannies, And therefore in this reason, before law Take you to h r, least you affect and flatter Your self with mad opinions. 'Tis brave I swear. Better and better. Sing till thou sighs thy soul out hence, and leave us. Perish thy love, and faith, and thee for ever; Whose there? Let one go for the Chancellor. Haste and send him hither, This is and insolence I never met with, Can one so high as his degrees ascend, Climb all so free, and without stain? My Lord Chancellor, I send for you about a service Of equal price to me, as if again My ransom came to me from Pavian thraldom, And more, as if from forth a Subject's fetters, The worst of servitudes my life were rescued. Me thinks it might be, tell me out of all Your famous learning, was there ever subject Raised by his Sovereigns free hand from the dust, Up to a height above Airs upper region, That might compare with him in any merit That so advanced him? and not show in that Gross overweening worthy cause to think There might be other oversights excepted Of capital nature in his sifted greatness. You must then employ Your most exact, and curious art to explore A man in place of greatest trust, and charge, Whom I suspect to have abused them all, And in whom you may give such proud veins vent, As will bewray their boiling blood corrupted Both gainst my crown and life. It is my Admiral. Doubt not my heartiest meaning, all the troubles That ever moved in a distracted King, Put in just fear of his assaulted life Are not above my sufferings for Chabot. You shall not want it. But I must have all proved with that free justice. About it instantly, and take me wholly Upon your self. Let it be fiery quick. Poor and a Colossus? What could so lately straddle over a Province, Can he be fallen so low, and miserable, To want my pity, who breaks forth Like day, Takes up all peoples eyes, and admiration? It cannot be, he hath a Princely wife too. If he prove No adulterate gold, trial confirms his valve. Why, you are the chief engine raised against him, And in the world's Creed labour most to sink him, That in his fallen, and absence every beam May shine on you, and only guild your fortune, Your difference is the ground of his arraignment, Nor were we unsolicited by you, To have your bill confirmed, from that that spring Came all these mighty and impetuous waves, With which he now must wrestle, if the strength Of his own innocence can break the storm, Truth wonot loose her servant, her wings cover him, He must obey his fate. Are you serious. Come, come, you over act this passion, And if it be not policy it tastes Too green, and wants some counsel to mature it, His fallen prepares your triumph. No more, Take heed you banish not your self, be wise, And let not too much zeal devour your reason, Would? strange! no matter, Leave us, a great man I see may be As soon dispatched, as a common subject Poor heart, she knows not what she has desired. He is in the power of my Laws, not mine. You hear he is condemned then? You know for what too. I must deny you. Chabot condemned by law? I cannot be prescribed, you kneel in vain, You labour to betray me with your tears To a treason above his, gainst my own Laws, Look to the Lady— Admit him, leave us all. How now my Lord? You have lost no time, and how thrive the proceedings. You have showed diligence, and whats become Of our most curious Justicer, the Admiral? And for faults most foul? Now then he sees clearly That men perceive how vain his Justice was, And scorn him for the foolish net he wore To hide his nakedness; is't not a wonder That men's ambitions should so blind their reason To affect shapes of honesty, and take pride Rather in seeming, then in being just. Profess all? nothing do, Like those that live By looking to the Lamps of holy Temples, Who still are busy taking off their snuffs, But for their profit sake will add no oil; So these will check and sentence every fame, The blaze of riotous blood does cast in others, And in themselves leave the fume most offensive, But he to do this? more deceives my judgement Than all the rest whose nature I have sounded. Well my Lord To omit circumstance, I highly thank you For this late service you have done me here, Which is so great and meritorious That with my ablest power I scarce can quit you. No my Lord, your care Hath therein much deserved. I'll speed it therefore. I joy this boldness is condemned, that I may pardon, And to erein get some ground in his opinion By so much bounty as save his life, And me thinks that weighed more, should sway the balance Betwixt me and him, held by his own free Justice, For I could never find him obstinate In any mind he held, when once he saw the error with which he laboured, and since now He needs must feel it, I admit no doubt, But that his alteration will beget Another sense of things betwixt him and me; Whose there? Go to the Captain of my vard, and will him To attend his condemned prisoner to me instantly. My Lords, you were spectators of our Admiral. Has felt a scorching trial, and the test (That holds fires utmost force) we must give metals That will not with the hammer, and the melting Confess their truth, and this same sense of feeling (Being ground to all the senses) hath one key More than the rest to let in through them all The minds true apprehension, that thence takes Her first conveyed intelligence. I long To see this man of confidence again: How think you Lords, will Chabot look on me, Now sp ild of the integrity, he boasted? You have done well, and tell the Queen, and our Lord Constable we desire their presence, bid Our Admirals Lady, and her father too Attend us here, they are but new withdrawn. And again declare it, For all crimes passed, of what nature soever. How's that Philip? Would, howes this? Why, tell me Chabot, are not you condemned? Do any hear this, but my self? My Lords, This man still justifies his innocence, What prodigies are these? have not our Laws Passed on his actions, have not equal Judges Certified his arraignment, and him guilty Of capital Treason? and yet do I hear Chabot accuse all these, and quit himself. Did we Seem so indulgent to propose our free And royal pardon without suit or prayer, To meet with his contempt? Go for the Process, and the Chancellor, With the assistant Judges. I thank heaven That with all these enforcements of distraction My reason stays so clear to hear, and answer, And direct a message. This inversion Of all the loyalties, and true deserts That I believed I governed with, till now In my choice Lawyers, and chief Counsellors Is able to shake all my frame of reason. No more, I do incline To think I am abused, my Laws betrayed And wrested to the purpose of my Judges, This confidence in Chabot turns my judgement, This was too wild away to make his merits Stoop and acknowledge my superior bounties, That it does raise, and six e'm passed my art, To shadow all the shame and forfeits mine. My Lord, you dare appear then? Well done, hope still, and tell me, Is not this man condemned? You said for foul and monstrous facts proved by But the deeds I look for sir, name me but one thats monstrous? I told you them sir, Nor were they any that your so vast knowledge, Being a man studied in him, could produce And prove as clear as heaven, you warranted To make appear such treasons in the Admiral, As never all Laws, Volumes yet had sentenced, And France should look on, having scaped with wonder What in this nature hath been clearly proved In his arraignment. 1. Nothing that we herd In slenderest touch urged by your Advocate. Dare you affirm this too? 2. Most confidently. No base corruptions charged upon him. 1. None sir. And was this all The mountains, and the marvels promised me, To be in clear proof made against the life. Of our so hated Admiral. How durst you then subscribe to his conviction. 1. For threats by my Lord Chancellor on the Bench, Affirming that your Majesty would have it Made capital treason, or account us traitors. 2. Yet sir, we did put to our names with this Interposition of a note in secret In these two letters Ʋ , and I, to show We were enforced to what we did, which then In Law is nothing. And so you saved the peace of that high Court. Which otherwise his impious rage had broken, But thus am I by his malicious arts A parley rendered, and most tyrannous spur To all the open course of his base envies, A forcer of my Judges, and a thirst Of my nobilities blood, and all by one, I trusted to make clear my love of Justice. Death on thy name And memory for ever, one command Our Advocate attend us presently. But single death shall not excuse, thy skin Torn over thine ears, and what else can be inflicted If thy life with the same severity Dissected cannot stand so many fires. Yet more amaze? Is there a knee in all the world beside That any humane conscience can let bow For him, yare traitors all that pity him. Yet it my fault To trust this wretch, whom I knew fierce and proud With forms of tongue and learning, what a prisoner Is pride of the whole slood of man? for as A humane seed is said to be a mixture And fair contemperature extracted from All our best faculties, so the seed of all Men sensual frailty, may be said to abide, And have their confluence in only pride, It stupifies men reason so, and dulls True sense of any thing, but what may fallen In his own glory, quenches all the spirits That light a man to honour and true goodness. Come hither. You see my Chancellor. It shall be your province now, on our behalf To urge what can in justice be against him, His riot on our Laws, and corrupt actions Will give you scope and field enough. Judges, for all The poisonous outrage, that this viper spile On all my royal freedom and my Empire, As making all but servants to his malice, I will have you revise the late arraignment, And for those worthy reasons, that already Affect you for my Admirals acquittal Employ your justice on this Chancellor, away with him, Arrest him Captain of my guard to answer All that endue course of Law against him can Charge both his Acts and life. How false a heart corruption has, how base Without true worth are all these earthbred glories? O blessed justice, by which all things stand, That stills the thunder, and makes lightning fink Betwixt earth and heaven amazed, and cannot strike, Being proved so now in wonder of this man, The object of men's hate, and heavens bright love; And as in cloudy days, we see the Sun Glide over turrets, temples, richest fields, All those left dark, and slighted in his way, And on the wretched plighted of some poor shed, Powers all the glories of his golden head; So heavenly virtue, on this envied Lord, Points all his graces, that I may dinstinguish Him better from the world. But away Judges, and pursue the afraignement Of this polluted Chancellor with that swiftness, His fury winged against my Admiral, And be you all, that sat on him compurgators Of me against this false Judge. Be you two joined in the commission, And nothing urged but justly, of me learning This one more lesson out of the events Of these affairs now passed, that whatsoever Charge or Commission Judges have from us, They ever make their aim ingenuous Justice, Not partial for reward, or swelling favour, To which if your King steer you, spare to obey; For when his troubled blood is clear, and calm, He will repent that he pursued his rage, Before his pious Law, and hold that Judge Unworthy of his place, that lets his censure Float in the waves of and imagined favour, This shipwracks in the haven, and but wounds Their consciences that sooth the soon ebbed humours Of their incensed King. Come Philip, shine thy honour now for ever, For this short temporal eclipse it suffered By the interposed desire I had to try thee, Nor let the thought of what is passed afflict thee, For my unkindness, live still circled here, The bright intelligence of our royal sphere. Our Admirals father! call him back. What, would they left us? how does my Admiral? By whom. Are there Remaining seeds of faction? have they souls Not yet convinced ith truth of Chabots honour, Clear as the crystal heaven, and above the reach Of imitation. Their care of me? How can the knowledge of my Admirals state Concern their fears of me, I see their envy Of Chabots happiness, whose joy to be Rendered so pure and genuine to the world Does grate upon their conscience and affright they; But let they vex, and bid my Chabot still Exalt his heart, and triumph, he shall havë The access of ours, the kingdom shall put on Such joys for him as she would boast to celebratë Her own escape from ruin. That countenance is not right, it does not answë What I expect, Say, how is my Admiral? The truth upon thy life. I will revenge it With crushing, crushing that rebellious power to nothing. Name him. A friend to malice, his own black impostume Burn his blood up, what mischief hath engendered New storms? Did not we Appease all horrors that looked wild upon him? Alas poor Chabot, Does that afflict him. If this Be all, isle cure him, Kings retain More Balsome in their soul them hurt in anger. No more, Commend us to the Admiral, and say, The King will visit him, and bring health. Madam be comforted, I'll be his Physician. No ceremonial knees, Give me thy heart, my deer, my honest Chabot, And yet in vain I challenge that 'tis here Already in my own, and shall be cherished With care of my best life, 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, 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 write there, That partly of me shall never putrify, When I am lost in all my other dust. I wonot hear a found Of any thing that trenched upon death, He speaks the funeral of my crown that prophecies So unkind a fate, weel 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. So soon as named possess it. He shall be deer to us, for what has passed sir By the unjustice of our Chancellors power, Weel study to recompense, ith' mean time that office You exercised for Chabot we translate To our self, you shall be our Secretary. 'Tis too little, Can forfeit of his place, wealth, and a lasting Imprisonment purge his offences to Our honest Admiral, had our person been Exempted from his malice, he did persecute The life of Chabot with and equal wrath, You should have poured death on his treacherous head, I revoke all your sentences, and make Him that was wronged full Master of his destiny, Be thou his judge. Express it in some joy then. I'll have no patience, If thou forget the courage of a man. Physician Now I begin to fear his apprehension, Why how is Chabots spirit fallen? I would not have him lost for my whole Kingdom. I see it fallen, For Justice being the prop of every Kingdom And mine broke, violating him that was The knot and contract of it all in him, It already falling in my eat, Pompey could hear it thunder, when the Senate And Capitol were deaf, so heavens loud chiding, I'll have another sentence for my Chancellor, Unless my Chabot live, In a Prince What a swift executioner is a frown, Especially of great and noble souls; How is it with my Philip? Upon condition My Chabot will collect his scattered spirits, And be himself again, he shall divide My Kingdom with me. Endeavour But thy own health, and pronounce general pardon To all through France. He has a victory inns death, this world Deserved him not, how soon he was translated To glorious eternity, 'tis too late To fright the air with words, my tear embalm him. My Lo worser Admiral, You made it your desire to have this trial That late hath passed upon you; And now you feel how vain is too much faith And flattery of your self, as if your breast Were proof gainst all invasion, 'tis so slight You see it lets in death, whats passed, hath been To satisfy your insolence, there remains That now we serve our own free pleasure, therefore By that to most absolute power, with which all right Puts in my hands, these issues turns, and changes, I here in ear of all these, pardon all Your faults and forfeits, whatsoever sensur'd, Again advancing, and establishing Your person in all fullness of that state That ever you enjoyed before the attainder Would? Who durst oppose him? But what