in Chabot, Admiral of France — Chapman, George; Shirley, James, rev.
Metadata
Play
Chabot, Admiral of France
Author
Chapman, George; Shirley, James, rev.
Year (catalogued)
1639
First performance
1612
Decade
1630s
Genre
Tragedy
Play type
Adult Professional
Company
Unknown
Theater
Phoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Speech prefix(es)
Tre. | Trea. | Tre, | Tr.
Words
698
Characters
3838
Typicality
0.12 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP id
B12027
BritDrama no.
1676
Cluster
Cluster 14 — Law & judgment
Important excerpts
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Full speech
'Tis certain Sir, by concord least things grow Most great, and flourishing Like trees that wrap Their forehead in the skies, may these do so. My Lord, We must beseech your stay. Would not you patience To let him burn himself in the Kings flame? 'Tis learnedly, and passed all answer argued, Yare great, and must grow greater still, and greater, And not be Like a dull and standing lake, That settles, putrifies, and chokes with mud, But Like a river gushing from the head, That winds through the undervalles, what checks over flow king Gets strength still of his course, Till with the Ocean meeting, even with him In sway, and title, his brave billows move. We are confident you will prevail at last, And for the pious work oblige the King to you. And inflame him. Well said my Lord. Nothing, he contemned all That could with any cruelest pain explore him, As if his mind had robbed his nerves of sense, And through them diffused fiery spirits above All flesh and blood; for as his limbs were stretched, His contempts too extended. But we shall loose the arraignment. Yowl not appear, my Lord then? We are your servants. And hearers too of his most just conviction, In which we witnest overweight enough In your great bounties, and as they there were weighed With all the feathers of his boasted merits. Do you serve this confidence? He stands as all his trial were a dream. Wonderful, pardoned! I Like not This passion in the King, the Queen and Constable Are of that side. You do him right. Did you believe the Chancellor had been So foul? And a deep one. Already He has confessed upon his examinations Enough for sensure, yet to obey form— Mr. Advocate if you please— Good Mr. Advocate be pleased to leave all digressi ons, and speak of the Chancellor. You have acquainted your self but very lately With this intelligence, for as I remember Your tongue was guilty of no such character, When he sat Judge upon the Admiral, A pious incorrupt man, a faithful and fortunate Servant to his King, and one of the greatest Honours that ever the Admiral received, was That he had so noble and just a Judge, this must Imply a strange volubility in your tongue, or Conscience, I speak not to discountenance any Evidence for the King, but to put you in mind, Mr. Advocate that you had then a better opinion Of my Lord Chancellor. Most learnedly concluded to acquity our self. The people have deep sense of the Chancellors in justice. Captain of the guard. 2. What can you say for your self Lord Chancellor. And this submission is the way to purchase it. My Lord, this is your sentence for you high misde meanours against his Majesties Judges, for your unjust sentence of the most equal Lord Admiral, for many and foul corrup tions and abuse of your office, and that infinite stain of the Kings person, and honour, we in his Majesties name, deprive you of your estate of Chancellor, & declare you uncapable of any judicial office, & beside condemn you in the sum of two hundred thousand crowns; whereof one hundred thousand to the King, and one hundred thousand to the Lord Admiral, and what remains of your estate to go to the restitution of those you have injured, and to suffer perpetual imprisonment in the Castle, so take him to your custody. Your Lordship's have been merciful in his sentence. They have spared my life then, that some cure may bring, I spend it in my prayers for the King. He's passed hope. I would not wish you offer at and Actium So most impossibly, and much against The judgement, and favour of the King. I am amazed they can be so remiss. This was e forced home. No doubt my Leigh, but he that hath offended In such a height against your crown and person, Will want no impudence to look upon you. I do not Like their mixtum e. It does appear distraction sir. This argues Chabot has corrupted him. This is no time to move.
Plot summary
Plot — Chabot, Admiral of France
Admiral Philip Chabot has been supplanted at court by a new royal favourite, the Duke Montmorency. The King intervenes to put a stop to their rivalry, but Montmorency is encouraged by his fellow courtiers to renege and seek Chabot’s downfall. The opportunity arises when Montmorency proffers a suit, concerning a merchant ship seized by the Spanish, and has the bill approved by the King and Council; it is forwarded to Chabot for signature, but he insists on reading it and, finding it unjust, tears it up. The Queen encourages her husband to treat Chabot’s action as criminal defiance, but the King claims he was only testing the Admiral’s probity, and expected him to destroy the bill. He sees Chabot privately and tries to persuade him to relent and allow the bill, but Chabot is adamant that no injustice must be done in the King’s name. Offended by his stubbornness, the King asks Poyet, the Lord Chancellor, to prepare the case against him. His secretary Allegre is racked, but confesses nothing against him. At his trial, the inferior judges point out that the only crimes mentioned in the accusation are trivial ones, but Poyet is adamant that Chabot must be convicted of high treason, and the judges sign the condemnation under duress. Meanwhile, the Queen meets Chabot’s wife and, impressed by her loyalty and humility, has a change of heart. She and Montmorency approach the King to plead for Chabot, but he says he cannot interfere with the workings of the law. The news of the conviction comes through, and Poyet presses for an early execution. The King summons Chabot and publicly pardons him, but Chabot insists that he has committed no crime and so needs no pardon. The King takes this for contempt, but asks to see the bill of condemnation. Sure enough, no specific crimes are listed, and Poyet’s over-zealous behaviour comes to light. The King has him arrested and put to trial: he is vilified by the same prosecutor who flattered him at Chabot’s arraignment. He is fined, deprived of office, and sentenced to perpetual imprisonment in his own castle. The King cancels the sentence, thinking it too lenient, and gives Chabot the right to substitute an alternative, heavier punishment. Chabot asks instead that Poyet be forgiven, then drops dead, exhausted by his experiences. The King complies with his dying wishes, and promises to look after his family.