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Passed all earth policy that would infringe it. Your desires attend you. My stay? My good Lord Chancellor, Shall I so late atoned, and by the Kings Hearty and earnest motion, fallen in pieces? You speak a ra e affection, and high souls, But give me leave great Lords, still my just thanks Remembered oh your counsels and direction, I seeking this way to confirm my self I undermine the columns that support My hopeful glorious fortune, and at once Provoke the tempest though did drown my envy, With what assurance shall the King expect My faith to him, that break it for another, He has engaged our peace, and my revenge Forfits my trust with him, whose narrow ight Will penetrate through all our mists, could we Veil our design with clouds blacker than night; But grant this danger over, with what Justice, Or satisfaction to the inward Judge, Shall I be guilty of this good men ruin, Though I may still the murmuring tongues without me, Loud conscience has a voice to shadder greatness Misery Of rising Statesmen I must on, I see That against the politic, and privileged f shion, All justice tastes but affectation. I thought my Lord our reconcilement perfect, You have expressed what sea of gall flowed in you, In tearing of the bill I sent to allow. Dare, why not? Betrays? Brave resolution so his acts be just, He cares for gain not honour. By doing justice still in all his actions. I desire Your Lordship wood excuse me. She attends you Madam. Brave old man. Yes great Madam, And read a noble spirit, which becomes The wife of Chabot, their great ti of m rriage I not more strong upon em, than their virtues. Religiously, a true, most zealous Patrior, And worth all royal favour. Such a will be far From Montmoranzie, Pioneers of state Have left no art to gain me to their faction, And 'tis my misery to be placed in such A sphere where I am whirled by violence Of a fierce raging motion, and not what My own will would incline me. I shall make This appear Madam, if you please to second My free speech with the King. I would not have It lie upon my fame, that I should be Mentioned in Story his unjust supplanter For your whole Kingdom, I have been abused, And made believe my suit was just and necessary, My walks have not been safe, my closet prayers, But some plot has pursued me, by some great ones Against your noble Admiral, they have frighted My fancy into my dreams with their close whispers, How to uncement your affections, And re der him the fable, and the scorn Of France. Have I a soul? or gratitude, to acknowledge My self your creature, dignified and honoured By your high favours with and equal truth, I must declare the justice of your Admiral (In what my thoughts are conscious) and will rather Give up my claim to birth, title, and offices, Be thrown from your warm smile, the top and crown Of Subject's happiness, then be bribed with all Their glories to the gilded of Chabots ruin. It confirms My shame alive, and buried will corrupt My very dust, make our house-genious groan, And fright the honest marble from my ashes: His fallen prepare my triumph? turn me first A naked exile to the world. Poor soul, she thinks the Queen is still against him, Who employeth all her powers to preserve him. It will fame your Justice. And live Kings best example. To me now most welcome. He never had More reason in his soul, to entertain All the delights of health. There will be But a sad interview and dialogue. Here's the King. Sir, be prudent, And do not for your son fright the Kings health. Mounsieur Allegre, He that was racked sir for your Admiral. He may recover sir. I feared this issue. I will—