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As every innovating Puritan,

And ignorant Sweater, out of jealous envy,
Would have the world imagine. And besides
That all things have been liken'd to the mirth
Used upon Stages, and for Stages fitted;
The Splenetive Philosopher, that ever
Laugh'd at them all, were worthy the enstaging:
All objects, were they ne'er so full of tears,
He so conceited, that he could distil thence
Matter, that still fed his ridiculous humour.
Heard he a Lawyer, never so vehement pleading,
He stood and laugh'd. Heard he a Tradesman,

Never so thriftily, selling of his wares,

He stood and laugh'd. Heard he a Holy Brother,
For hollow ostentation, at his prayers

Ne'er so impetuously, he stood and laugh'd.
Saw he a Great Man, never so insulting,
Severely inflicting, gravely giving laws,

Not for their good but his-he stood and laugh'd.
Saw he a youthful Widow,

Never so weeping, wringing of her hands

For her dead Lord, still the Philosopher laugh'd.-
Now, whether he supposed all these presentments
Were only maskeries, and wore false faces,
Or else were simply vain, I take no care;

But still he laugh'd, how grave soe'er they were,

-in this one thing all the discipline

Of manners and of manhood is contain'd;
A man to join himself with the Universe



In his main sway, and make (in all things fit)


One with that All, and go on, round as it;

Not plucking from the whole his wretched part,
And into straits, or into nought revert;
Wishing the complete Universe might be
Subject to such a rag of it as he.

Apparitions before the Body's Death: Scoticè, Second Sight.
-these true shadows of the Guise and Cardinal,
Fore-running thus their bodies, may approve,
That all things to be done, as here we live,

Are done before all times in th' other life.




The ADMIRAL is accused of treason, a criminal process is instituted against him, and his faithful servant ALLEGRE is put on the rack to make him discover: his innocence is at length established by the confession of his enemies; but the disgrace of having been suspected for a traitor by his royal Master, sinks so deep into him, that he falls into a mortal sickness.

ADMIRAL. ALLEGRE, supported between two.

Adm. Welcome my injured servant: what a misery

Have they made on thee!

Al. Though some change appear

Upon my body, whose severe affliction

Hath brought it thus to be sustain'd by others,
My heart is still the same in faith to you,
Not broken with their rage.

Adm. Alas poor man.

Were all my joys essential, and so mighty,
As the affected world believes I taste,
This object were enough t' unsweeten all.
Though, in thy absence, I had suffering,
And felt within me a strong sympathy,
While for my sake their cruelty did vex
And fright thy nerves with horror of thy sense,
Yet in this spectacle I apprehend

More grief, than all my imagination

Could let before into me. Didst not curse me
Upon the torture?

Al. Good my lord, let not

The thought of what I suffer'd dwell upon

Your memory; they could not punish more
Than what my duty did oblige to bear

For you and justice: but there's something in
Your looks presents more fear, than all the malice
Of my tormentors could affect my soul with.
That paleness, and the other forms you wear,
Would well become a guilty admiral, one



To assure their adventures made in everything,
Goodness, confin'd within poor flesh and blood,
Hath but a queasy and still sickly state;
A musical hand should only play on her,
Fluent as air, yet every touch command.
King. No more :

Commend us to the admiral, and say

The king will visit him, and bring health.

Fath. I will not doubt that blessing, and shall


Nimbly with this command.

The KING visits the ADMIRAL.

KING. ADMIRAL. His wife, and futher.

King. No ceremonial knees,

Give me thy heart, my dear, my honest Chabot;
And yet in vain I challenge that; 'tis here
Already in my own, and shall be cherish'd
With care of my best life: no 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 writ there,

That part of me shall never putrify,

When I am lost in all my other dust.

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Adm. You too much honour your poor servant,


My heart despairs so rich a monument,

But when it dies

King. I wo' not hear a sound

Of any thing that trenched upon death.


He speaks the funeral of my crown, that prophesies

So unkind a fate: we'll 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.

Adm. I have found

A glorious harvest in your favour, sir;
And by this overflow of royal grace,

All my deserts are shadows and fly from me:
I have not in the wealth of my desires
Enough to pay you now

King. Express it in some joy then.
Adm. I will strive

To shew that pious gratitude to you, but

King. But what?

Adm. My frame hath lately, sir, been ta'en a pieces,

And but now put together; the least force

Of mirth will shake and unjoint all my reason.

Your patience, royal sir.

King. I'll have no patience,

If thou forget the courage of a man.

Adm. My strength would flatter me.

King. Physicians,

Now I begin to fear his apprehension.

Why how is Chabot's spirit fall'n?


Adm. Who would not wish to live to serve your goodness?

Stand from me. You betray me with your fears.
The plummets may fall off that hang upon
My heart, they were but thoughts at first; or if
They weigh me down to death, let not my eyes
Close with another object than the king.

King. In a prince

What a swift executioner is a frown,

Especially of great and noble souls!

How is it with my Philip?

Adm. I must beg

One other boon.

King. Upon condition

My Chabot will collect his scatter'd spirits,

And be himself again, he shall divide

My kingdom with me.

Adm. I observe

A fierce and killing wrath engender'd in you;

For my sake, as you wish me strength to serve you, Forgive your chancellor*; let not the story

Of Philip Chabot, read hereafter, draw

• Chabot's accuser.




A tear from any family; I beseech
Your royal mercy on his life, and free
Remission of all seizure upon his state;
I have no comfort else.

King. Endeavour

But thy own health, and pronounce general pardon To all through France.

Adm. Sir, I must kneel to thank you;

It is not seal'd else. Your blest hand: live happy ; May all you trust have no less faith than Chabot. 10 ᏫᏂ !

Wife. His heart is broken.

Father. And kneeling, sir;

As his ambition were in death to shew

The truth of his obedience.


LI. (G.)



No Advice to Self Advice.

-another's knowledge,

Applied to my instruction, cannot equal

My own soul's knowledge how to inform acts.

The sun's rich radiance shot thro' waves most fair,

Is but a shadow to his beams i' th' air;
His beams that in the air we so admire,
Is but a darkness to his flame in fire;
In fire his fervour but as vapour flies,
To what his own pure bosom rarefies:
And the Almighty Wisdom having given
Each man within himself an apter light
To guide his acts than any light without him,
(Creating nothing, not in all things equal,)
It seems a fault in any that depend

On others' knowledge, and exile their own.

Virtue under Calumny.

-as in cloudy days we see the Sun Glide over turrets, temples, richest fields,



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