–nor yet was touch’d with hellish treachery: his country’s love
He yet thirsts, not the fair shades of himself:
Of which empoison’d spring when Policy drinks,
He bursts in growing great, and rising sinks.
By Prologue, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (Prologue, ll. 17-21), George Chapman
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O tis a dangerous and a dreadful thing
To steal prey from a lion; or to hide
A head distrustful in his opened jaws
To trust our blood in others veins, and hang
Twixt heaven and earth in vapours of their breath
To leave a sure pace on continued earth
And force a gate in jumps from tower to tower
As they that do aspire; from height to height.
The bounds of loyalty are made of glass.
Soon broke but can in no date be repair’d
Byrons Conspiracy. by George Chapman 4°
pag. 90: 1608.subdiuinum erga regī fidelitas
therefore will men make good former breach with new plots.
By The Duke of Byron, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (1.2.137-146), George Chapman
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To values hard to draw, we use retreates
And, to pull shafts home (with a good bow-arme
We thrust hard from us–
By La Fin, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (2.1.25-27), George Chapman
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I have wondered that your wit and spirit
And profit in the experience of slaveries
Imposed on us; in those mere politic terms
Of love fame loyalty can be carried up
To such an height of ignorant conscience;
of cowardice and dissolution
In all the free-born powers of royal man – –
– We must (in passing to our wished ends
Through things calld called good and bad) be like the air
That evenly interposed betwixt the seas
And the opposed Element of fire;
At either toucheth but pertakes with neither &
Is neither hot nor cold , but with a slight
And harmless temper mixt of both extremes
By The Duke of Byron, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (3.1.25-30, 40-48), George Chapman
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LaFin: you persuade
as if you could create: what man can shun
The searches and compressions of your Grace's ?
By La Fin, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (3.1.64-74), George Chapman
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La Fin is in the right, and will obtain;
He draweth with his weight, and like a plummet
That sways a door, with falling off , pulls after.
By Savoy, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (3.2.1-3), George Chapman
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All we will press about him, and admire The royal promise of his rare aspect, As if he heard not.
By Rochette, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (3.2.10-18), George Chapman
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There are so oft attempts made 'gainst his person,
That sometimes they may speed, for they are plants
That spring the more for cutting, and at last
Will cast their wished shadow , mark, ere long!
proditio non semper tame[n]
By Savoy, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (3.2.191-95), George Chapman
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No? not Treason? Becircumspect, for to a credulous eye
He comes invisible, veil'd with flattery>;
And flatterers look like friends, and wolves like Dogs.

By Henry, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (3.2.244-46), George Chapman
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So de la Fin and such corrupted Heralds,
Hir'd to encourage and to glorify (cheeks
May force what breath they will into their cheeks
Fitter to blow up bladders than full men:
Yet may puff men too , with persuasions
That they are gods in worth , and may rise Kings
With treading on their noises.

By Henry, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (3.2.263-69), George Chapman
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Tell us prosperity is at highest degree
The fount and handle of calamity:
Like dust before a whirlwind those men fly
That prostrate on the grounds of Fortune lie;
And being great, like trees that broadest sprout,
Their own top-heavy state grubs up their root:
By The Duke of Byron, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (3.3.25-30), George Chapman
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He that wins empire with the loss of faith
Out-buys it; and will bankrout; you have laid
A brave foundation by the hand of virtue;
Put not the roof to fortune; foolish statuaries,
That under little saints suppose great bases
Make less to sense the saints, and so, where Fortune
Advanceth vile minds to states great and noble,
She much the more exposeth them to shame,
Not able to make good and fill their bases
With a conformed structure : I have found
By Crequi, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (4.1.176-185), George Chapman
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(Thanks to the blesser of my search), that counsels
Held to the line of justice still produce
The surest states, and greatest, being sure;
Without which fit assurance, in the greatest—
As you may see a mighty promontory
More digg’d and under-eaten than may warrant
A safe supportance to his hanging brows;
All passengers avoid him, shun all ground
That lies within his shadow, and bear still
A flying eye upon him: so great men,
Corrupted in their grounds, and building out
Too swelling fronts for their foundations,
When they most should be propp’d are most forsaken;
And men will rather thrust into the storms
Of better-grounded states than take a shelter
Beneath their ruinous and fearful weight;
Yet they so oversee their faulty bases,
That they remain securer in conceit:
And that security doth worse presage
Their near destructions than their eaten grounds;
And therefore haven itself is made to us
A perfect hieroglyphic to express
The idleness of such security,
And the grave labour of a wise distrust,
In both sorts of the all-inclining stars,
Where all men note this difference in their shining,
As plain as they distinguish either hand,
The fixed stars waver, and the erring stand’.
By Crequi, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (4.1.187-213), George Chapman
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For as the air contained within out ears
If it be not in quiet nor refrains
Troubling our hearing with offensive sounds;

But our affected instrument of hearing
Replete with noise and signings in it self

It faithfully receives no other voices:

So of all judgments if within themselves
They suffer spleen and are tumultuous. They can not equal differences without them.
And this wind that doth so sing in your ears.
By The Duke of Byron, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (5.2.58-67), George Chapman
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--I know is no disease bred in your self
But whispered in by others; who in swelling
Your vaines with empty hope of much yet able
To perform nothing are like shallow streames
That make themselves so many heauens to sight

Since you may see in them the moon and stars
The blue space of the air as far fro’ us

(To our weak sences) in those shallow streams
As if they were as deep as heaven is high
Yet with your middle finger only sound them

And you shall pierce them to the very earth
And therefore leave them and be true to me.
By The Duke of Byron, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (5.2.68-79), George Chapman
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Innocence the sacred amulet Gainst all the poisons of infirmity. Of all misfortune, injury, and death. That make a man in tune still with himself
Free from the hell to be his own accuser Ever in quiet, endless joy enjoying No strife nor no sedition in his powers No motion in his will against his reason No thought gainst thought, nor as it were
In the confines, Of wishing and repenting doth
possess Only a way ward and tumultuous peace
But (all parts in him friendly and secure
fruitful of all best things in all worst seasons.
By The Duke of Byron, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (5.2.85, 88, 94-97), George Chapman
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In him as in a christal that is charmed
I shall discern by whom and what designs
my rule is threatened —Byrons Tragedy.
pag: 100: by George Chapman 1608
By The Duke of Byron, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (5.2.85, 88, 94-97), George Chapman
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Enough of these eruptions; our grave counsellor

Well knowes that great affairs will not be forged

But upon Anvills that are lin’d with wool

We must ascend to our intentions top

Like clouds that must not be seene till they be up
-you must give temperate air
To your unmatched and more than human wind
Else will our plots be frost-bit in the flower.
By The Duke of Byron, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (1.2.52-55 and 1.2.44-45), George Chapman
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