POYET

Which when the great begin, the humble end In joyful imitation, all combining A guardian beyond the Thrigian knot Passed wit to loose it, or the sword, be still so. Our Counsels Have led you thus far to your reconcilement, And must remember you, to observe the end At which in plain I told you then we aimed at, You know we all urged the atonement, rather To enforce the broader difference between you, Then to conclude your friendship, which wise men Know to be fashionable, and privileged policy And will succeed betwixt you, and the Admiral As sure as fate, if you please to get signed A suit now to the King with all our hands, Which will so much increase his precise justice, That weighing not circumstances of politic State, He will instantly oppose it, and complain, And urge in passion, what the King will sooner Punish than yield too, and so render you In the Kings frown on him, the only darling And mediate power of France. 'Tis he, not you that break. Come, be not Sir infected with a spice Of that too servile equity, that renders Men free born slaves, and rid with bits Like horses, When you must know my Lord, that even in nature A man is Animal politicum, So that when he informs his actions simply He does in both against policy and nature, And therefore our soul motion is affirmed To be Like heavenly nature's circular And circles being called ambitious lines, We must Like them become ambitious ever, And endless in our circumventions; No tough hides limiting our cheverill minds. My Lord, the league that you have vowed of friend ship, In a true understanding not confines you, But makes you boundless, turn not edge at such A liberty, but look to your own fortune; Secure your honour, a Precisian, In state, is a rideculous miracle Friendship is but a visor, beneath which A wise man laughs to see whole families Ruinde, upon whose miserable pile He mounts to glory, Sir you must resolve To use any advantage. Why so? we shall do good on him ith' end. He begins to incline, Madam you are the soul of our great work. Lets seek out my Lord Constable. To expostulate with Chabot, something may Arise from thence, to pull more weight upon him. 'Tis not Justice, Which I'll prove by law, and absolute learning. He cools, we must not leave him, we have no Such engine to remove the Admiral. You fright me with a Prologue of much trouble And may my life Be crust in every act, If I explore him not to every finer. O my good Liege You tempt, not charge me with such search of him. Then I am glad, and proud that I can cure you, For he's a man that I am studied in, And all his offices, and if you please To give authority. If I discharge you not of that disease, About your neck grown, by your strange trust in him, With full discovery of the foulest treasons. Beseech your Majesty do not question it. How much you grace your servant? It shall have wings, And every feather show the slight of Kings. Good Mr. Proctor general begin. You express your Oratory Mr. Proctor, I ray come presen lie to the matter. Oh serve that my Lords. No more? good heaven, what say My learned assistants. Break then in wonder, My frighted words out of their forming powers, That you no more collect, from all these forfeits That Mr. Proctor general hath opened, With so apparent, and impulsive learning, Against the rage and madness of the offender, And violate Majesty (my learned assistants) When Majesties affronted and desied, It being compared with? and in such and onset As leaped into his throat? his life affrighting? Be justified in all insolence, all Subject's If this be so considered, and insult Upon your privileged malice, is not Majesty Poisoned in this wonder! and no felony set Where royalty is robbed, and Fie how it fights with Law, and grates upon Her brain and soul, and all the powers of Reason, Reporter of the process, show the sedule. Heres silken Justice, It might be altered, mend your sentences. Not you? The King shall know You slight a duty to his will, and safety, Give me your pen, it must be capital. 1. Make what you please my Lord, our doom shall stand. Thus I subscribe, now at your perils follow. If traitorous pride Upon the royal person of a King Were sentenced unfelloniously before, I'll burn my Books and be a Judge no more. Why so, it joys me, You have reformed your justice and your judgement, Now have you done Like Judges and learned Lawyers, The King shall thank, and honour you for this. Notary read. Now Captain of the gaurd, secure his person, Till the King signify His pleasure for his death, this day is happy To France, thus rescued from the vile devourer. Hark how the votes applaud their blessed deliverance, You that so late did right and conscience boast, Heavens mercy now implore, the Kings is lost. It fit my gracious Sovereign, time should leave His motion made in all affairs beside, And spend his wings only in speed of this. Condemned sir utterly, and all hands set To his conviction. More than most impious, but the applausive issue Struck by the concourse of your ravished Subject's For joy of your free Justice, if there were No other cause to assure the sentence just Were proof convincing. Seeming has better fortune to attend it Then being found at heart, and virtuous. I know Sir, and have proved it. Your sole acceptance (my dread sovereign) I more rejoice in, than in all the Fortune's That ever chanced me, but when may it please Your Highness to order the execution? The haste thus far hath spared no pinions. But where proportion Is kept toth' end in things, at start so happy That end set on the crown. Your thoughts direct it, they are winged. Dare Sir, I hope. Strange question Sir, The process will declare it, signed with all These my assistant brother's reverend hands To his conviction in a public trial. The very words are there sir. His foul comparisons, and affronts of you, To me seemed monstrous. I am blasted. I fallen to pieces, Would they had rotted on the Bench. I beseech your Majesty, let all my zeal To serve your virtues, with a sacred valve Made of your royal state, to which each least But shade of violence in any subject Does provoke certain death. Horror of my soul Confounds my gratitude. I Obey. Again, I confess all, and humbly fly to The royal mercy of the King. Hear me great Judges, if you have not lost For my sake all your charities, I beseech you, Let the King know my heart is full of penitence, Calm his high-going sea, or in that tempest I ruin to eternity, o my Lords, Consider your own places, and the helms You fit at, while with all your providence You steer, look forth and see devouring quicksands, My ambition now is punished, and my pride Of state and greatness falling into nothing, I that had never time through vast employments To think of heaven, feel his revengeful wrath, Boiling my blood, and scorching up my entrills, There doomsday is my conscience black and horrid, For my abuse of Justice, but no stings Pricked with that terror as the wounds I made Upon the pious Admiral, some good man Bear my repentance thither, he is merciful, And may incline the King to stay his lightning Which threatens my confusion, that my free Resign of title, office, and what else My pride looked at, would buy my poor lives safety, For ever banish me the court, and let Me waste my life far off in some Village. And us your humblest creatures. How came he then By all his infinite honour and his gain? And passed question Sir, for one absurd thing granted, A thousand follow. Lord Chancellor in his Highness name, To answer all that equal course of Law Can charge thy acts and life with.