So great men flourish; and do imitate unskillful statuaries who
suppose In forming a Colossus. if they make him
Straddle enough, strut, and look big and gape
Their work is goodly, so men merely great
In their affected gravity of voice, Sourness of
countenance, manners’ cruelty, Authority, wealth,
and all the spawn of fortune think they
bear all the kingdom’s worth before them Yet
differ not from those colossic Statues capital letter? line break? Which
with heroic forms without o’er-spread Within
are nought but mortar flint and lead
By Bussy d'Ambois,
in Bussy d'Ambois (1.1.6-17),
George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 698
And as great seamen, using all their wealth And skills in Neptune's deep invisible paths. In tall ships richly built and ribb'd with brass. To put a girdle round about the world, When they have done it, coming near their haven, Are fain to give a warning piece, and call A poor, staid fisherman that never pass'd His country's sight to waft and guide them in: So when we wander furthest through the waves Of glassy Glory, and the gulfs of State, Topt with all titles, spreading all our reaches. As if each private arm would sphere the earth We must to Virtue for her guide resort, Or we shall shipwrack in our safest port Dwttz E’ BNCpkt Cz
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By Bussy d'Ambois,
in Bussy d'Ambois (1.1.20-33),
George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 698
imitatio Dei in miraculis ad sit
There is no second place in numerous state
That holds more than a cipher: In a King
All places are contain’d. His words and looks
Are like the flashes and the bolts of Jove:
His deeds inimitable, like the Sea
That shuts still as it opes, and leaves no tracts
Nor prints of precedent for mean men's facts.
By Monsieur,
in Bussy d'Ambois (1.1.34-40),
George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 698
(that like a laurel put in fire
Sparkled, and spit) did much much more than scorn
That his wrong should incense him, so like chaff
To go so soone out; and like lighted paper
Approve his spirit at once both fire and ashes
By Nuntius,
in Bussy d'Ambois (1.1.69-73),
George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 698
D'Ambois is pardon'd: where's the king? Where law?
See how it runs much like a turbulent sea
Here high and glorious as it did contend
To wash the heavens, and make the stars more pure
And here so low, it leaves the mudd of hell
To every common view.
By Tamyra,
in Bussy d'Ambois (2.2.24-9),
George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 699
But now am subject to the heartless fear is "If euery shadow" instead of "Of euery shadow" a typo or does it appear like that on the MS? Should we check when in doubt?
Of every shadow, and of every breath
And would change firmness with an aspen leaf So confident a spotless conscience is, So confident a spotless conscience is,So weak a guilty
By Montsurry,
in Bussy d'Ambois (2.2.120-123),
George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 699
(like a murthering piece, making lanes in armies,
The first man of a rank, the whole rank falling)
If you have wrong’d one man, you are so far
From making him amends, that all his race,
Friends and associates fall into your chase.
By Bussy d'Ambois,
in Bussy d'Ambois (3.2.469-473),
George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, cols. 699-700
Young, learned, valiant, virtuous, and full mann’d. One on whom Nature spent so rich a hand That with an ominous eye she wept to see So much consum’d her virtuous treasury.
Yet as the winds sing through a hollow tree,
And (since it lets them pass through) let it stand:
But a tree solid, ( since it gives no way,
To their wild rage) they rend up by the root
So this whole man (That will not wind with every crooked way, Trod by the servile world) shall reel and fall
Before the frantic puffs of blind-born chance
That pipes through empty men and makes them
dance.