THE TRAGEDY OF CHABOT ADMIRAL OF FRANCE: As it was presented by her Majesty's Servants, at the private House in Drury Lane.  
Written by 


George Chapman, and  
James Shirley.     
LONDON, Printed by Tho. Cotes, for Andrew Crook, and William Cook.  
1639.   

Speakers.  

ASall.  
Allegre.  
King.  
Queen.  
Treasurer.  
Chancellor.  
Admiral.  
Father.  
General.  
Chabot.  
judges.  
Officers.  
Secretary.  
Ushers.  
Constable.  
Courtiers.  
Porter.  
Guard.    

THE TRAGEDY OF PHILIP CHABOT, ADMIRAL of FRANCE.  

Actus Primus.  Enter Asall, and Allegre. Asall. 
NOw Philip Chabot, Admiral of France,  
The great, and only famous Favourite  
To Francis first of that Imperial name,  
Hath found a fresh competitor in glory,  
(Duke Montmorancie, Constable of France)  
Who drinks as deep as he of the stream Royal,  
And may in little time convert the strength  
To raise his spring, and blow the others fall.  Al. 
The world would wish it so, that will not patiently  
Endure the due rise of a virtuous man.  As. 
If he be virtuous, what is the reason  
That men affect him not, why is he lost  
Tothth' general opinion, and become  
Rather their hate than love?  Al. 
I wonder you  
Will question it, ask a ground or reason  
Of men bred in this vile degenerate age;  
The most men are not good, and it agrees not  
With impious natures to allow what's honest,  
'tis an offence enough to be exalted  
To regal favours, great men are not safe  
In their own vice, where good men by the hand  
Of Kings are planted to survey their workings;  
What man was ever fixed i'th' Sphere of honour,  
And precious to his Sovereign, whose actions,  
Nay very soul was not exposed to every  
Common and base dissection? and not only  
That which in Nature hath excuse, and in  
Themselves is privileged by name of frailty,  
But even Virtues are made crimes, and doomed  
Tothth' fate of Treason.  As. 
A bad age the while,  
I ask your pardon Sir, but thinks your judgement,  
His love to Justice, and Corruptions hate  
Are true and hearty?  Al. 
judge yourself by this  
One argument, his hearty truth to all,  
For in the heart hath anger his wisest seat,  
And 'gainst unjust suits such brave anger fires him,  
That when they seek to pass his place and power,  
Though moved, and urged by the other minion,  
Or by his greatest friends, and even the King  
Lead them to his allowance with his hand,  
First given in Bill, assigned, even than his spirit,  
(In nature calm as any Summer's evening)  
Puts up his Whole powers like a Winter's sea,  
His blood boil over, and his heart even cracks  
At the injustice, and he tears the Bill,  
And would do, were he for't to be torn in pieces.  As. 
'tis brave I swear.  Al. 
Nay it is worthy your wonder  
That I must tell you further, there no Needle  
In a Sun Dial placed upon his steel  
In such a tender posture, that doth tremble  
The timely Dial being held amiss,  
And will shake ever, till you hold it right  
More tender than himself in any thing  
That he concludes in justice for the State:  
For as a fever held him, he will shake  
When he is signing any things of weight,  
Lest humane frailty should misguide his justice.  As. 
You have declared him a most noble ●usticer.  Al. 
He truly weighs and feels Sir, what a charge  
The subjects live are (being even their lives  
Laid on the hand of power,) which abused  
Though seen, blood flow not from the justice seat,  
'tis in true sense as grievous, and horrid.  As. 
It argues nothing less, but since your Lord  
Is diversely reported for his parts,  
What's your true censure of his general worth,  
Virtue and judgement.  Al. 
As of a Picture wrought to optic reason,  
That to all passers by, seems as they move  
Now woman, now a Monster, now a Devil,  
And till you stand, and in a right line view it,  
You cannot well judge what the main form is,  
So men that view him but in vulgar passes  
Casting but lateral, or partial glances,  
At what he is, suppose him weak, unjust,  
Bloody, and monstrous, but stand free and fast,  
And judge him by no more than what you know  
Ingenuously, and by the right laid line  
Of truth, he truly, will all styles deserve  
Of wise, just, good, a man both soul and nerve.  As. 
Sir, I must join in just belief with you,  
But what's his rival the Lord high Constable?  Al. 
As just, and well inclined when he's himself,  
(Not wrought on with the counsels, and opinions  
Of other men) and the main difference is,  
The Admiral is not flexible nor won  
To move one scruple, when he comprehends  
The honest tract and justness of a cause,  
The Constable explores not so sincerely  
The course he runs, but takes the mind of others  
(By name judicial) for what his own  
judgement, and knowledge should conclude.  As. 
A fault  
In my apprehension, another's knowledge  
Applied to my instruction, cannot equal  
My own soul's knowledge, how to inform Acts;  
The Sun's rich radiance shot through 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 apt 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.  Al. 
'tis nobly argued, and exemplified,  
But now I hear my Lord, and his young rival  
Are to be reconciled, and then one light  
May serve to guide them both.  As. 
I wish it may, the King being made first mover  
To form their reconcilement, and inflame it  
With all the sweetness of his praise and honour.  Al. 
See, 'tis dispatched I hope, the King doth grace it.  Loud Music, and Enter Ushers before, the Secretary, Tresuror, Chancellor, Admiral, Constable hand in hand, the King following, others attend. Kin. 
This doth express the noblest fruit of peace.  Cham 
Which when the great begin, the humble end  
In joyful imitation, all combining  
A guardian beyond the Thrigian knot  
Past wit to lose it, or the sword, be still so.  Tre. 
'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.  Kin. 
You hear my Lord, all that is spoke contends  
To celebrate with pious vote the atonement  
So lately, and so nobly made between you.  Ad. 
Which for itself Sir, resolve to keep  
Pure, and inviolable, needing none  
To encourage or confirm it, but my own  
Love and allegiance to your sacred counsel.  Kin. 
'tis good, and pleases, like my dearest health,  
Stand you firm on that sweet simplicity.  Con. 
Past all earth policy that would infringe it.  Kin. 
'tis well, and answers all the doubts suspected▪  Enter one that whispers with the Admiral. 
And what moves this close message Philip?  Adm. 
My wife's Father Sir, is closely come to Court.  King. 
Is he come to the Court, whose aversation  
So much affects him, that he shuns and flies it,  
What's the strange reason that he will not rise  
Above the middle region he was borne in?  Adm. 
He saith Sir, 'tis because the extreme of height  
Makes a man less seem to the imperfect eye  
Then he is truly, his acts envied more,  
And though he nothing cares for seeming, so  
His being just stand firm 'twixt heaven and him,  
Yet since in his soul's jealousy, he fears  
That he himself advanced, would undervalue  
Men placed beneath him, and their business with him,  
Since height of place oft dazzles height of judgement,  
He takes his top▪ sail down in such rough storms,  
And apts his sails to airs more temperate.  Kin. 
A most wise soul he has, how long shall Kings  
Raise men that are not wise till they be high▪  
You have our leave, but tell him Philip we  
Would have him nearer.  Con. 
Your desires attend you.  Enter another. Kin. 
We know from whence you come, say to the Queen▪  
We were coming to her, 'tis a day of love  
And she seals all perfection.  Exit Tre. 
My Lord,  
We must beseech your stay.  Con. 
My stay?  Cham 
Our Counsels  
Have led you thus fare 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 King's frown on him, the only darling▪  
And mediate power of France.  Con. 
My good Lord Chancellor,  
Shall I so late atoned, and by the King's  
Hearty and earnest motion, fall in pieces?  Cham 
'tis he, not you that break.  Tre. 
Ha' not you patience  
To let him burn himself in the King's flame?  Cham 
Come, be not Sir infected with a spice  
Of that too servile equity, that renders  
Men free borne 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 'gainst policy and nature,  
And therefore our soul motion is affirmed  
To be like heavenly natures 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.  Tre. 
'tis learnedly, and past all answer argued,  
youare 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 o'er flowing  
Gets strength still of his course,  
Till with the Ocean meeting, even with him  
In sway, and title, his brave billows move.  Con. 
You speak a rare affection, and high souls,  
But give me leave great Lords, still my just thankes  
Remembered▪ ●o your counsels and direction,  
I seeking this way to confirm myself  
I undermine the columns that support  
My hopeful glorious fortune, and at once  
Provoke the tempest▪ though did drown my envy,  
With what assurance shall the King expect  
My faith to him, that break it for another,  
He has engaged our peace, and my revenge  
Forfeits my trust with him, whose narrow ●ight  
Will penetrate through all our mists, could we  
Veil our design with clouds blacker than night;  
But grant this danger over, with what justice,  
Or satisfaction to the inward judge,  
Shall I be guilty of this good man's ruin,  
Though I may still the murmuring tongues without me,  
Loud conscience has a voice to shadder greatness▪  Secretary 
A name to fright, and terrify young statists,  
There is necessity my Lord, that you  
Must lose your light, if you eclipse not him,  
Two stars so Lucide cannot shine at once  
In such a firmament, and better you  
Extinguish his fires, then be made his fuel,  
And in your ashes give his slame a Trophy.  Cham 
My Lord, the league that you have vowed of friendship,  
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  
Ruined, upon whose miserable pile  
He mounts to glory, Sir you must resolve  
To use any advantage.  Con. 
Misery  
Of rising Statesmen I must on, I see  
That 'gainst the politic, and privileged fashion,  
All justice tastes but affectation.  Cham 
Why so? we shall do good on him i'th' end.  Exeunt. Enter Father and the Admiral. Adm. 
You are most welcome.  Fa. 
I wish your Lordship's safety▪  
Which whilst I pray for, I must not forget  
To urge again the ways to fix you where  
No danger has access to threaten you.  Adm. 
Still your old argument, I own your love for't.  Fa. 
But fortified with new and pregnant reasons,  
That you should leave the Court.  Ad. 
I dare not Sir.  Fa. 
You dare be undone then.  Ad. 
I should be ingrateful  
To such a master, as no subject boasted  
To leave his service when they exact  
My chiefest duty, and attendance Sir.  Fa. 
Would thou wert less degraded from thy titles,  
And swelling offices, that will i'th' end  
Engulfe thee past a rescue, I had not come  
So fare to trouble you at this time, but that  
I do not like the loud tongues o'the world,  
That say the King has ta'en another favourite,  
The Constable a gay man, and a great,  
With a hugh train of faction too, the Queen,  
Chancellor, Treasurer, Secretary, and  
An army of state warriors▪ whose discipline  
Is sure, and subtle to confusion,  
I hope the rumour's false, thou art so calm.  Adm. 
Report has not abused you Sir.  Fa. 
It has not,  
And you are pleased, than you do mean to mix  
With unjust courses, the great Constable  
And you combining, that no suit may pass  
One of the grapples of your either's rape,  
I that abhorred, must I now entertain  
A thought, that your so strait, and simple custom  
To render justice, and the common good,  
Should now be patched with policy, and wrested  
From the ingenious step you took,  
And hang  
Upon the shoulders of your enemy  
To bear you out in what you shame to act▪  Adm. 
Sir, We both are reconciled.  Fa. 
It follows then that both the acts must bear  
Like reconcilement, and if he will now  
Malign and malice you for crossing him  
Or any of his faction in their suits,  
Being now atoned, you must be one in all,  
One in corruption, and 'twixt you two millstones  
New picked, and put together, must the grain  
Of good men's needful means to live, be ground  
Into your choking superfluities;  
You both too rich, they ruined.  Adm. 
I conceive Sir  
We both may be enriched, and raise our fortunes  
Even with our places in our Sovereign's favour:  
Though past the height of others, yet within  
The rules of Law and justice, and approve  
Our actions white and innocent.  Fa. 
I doubt it  
While enforced show perhaps, which will I fear  
Prove in true substance but a Miller's whiteness,  
More sticking in your clothes then conscience.  Adm. 
Your censure herein tastes some passion Sir,  
And I beseech you nourish better thoughts,  
Then to imagine that the King's mere grace  
Sustains such prejudice by those it honours;  
That of necessity we must pervert it  
With passionate enemies, and ambitious boundless  
Avarice, and every licence incident  
To fortunate greatness, and that all abuse it  
For the most impious avarice of some.  Fa. 
As if the total sum of favourites frailties  
Affected not the full rule of their Kings  
In their own partially disposed ambitions,  
And that Kings do no hazard infinitely  
In their free realties of rights and honours,  
Where they leave much for favourites powers to order.  Adm. 
But we have such a master of our King  
In the Imperial art, that no power flies  
Out of his favour, but his policy ties  
A criance to it, to contain it still;  
And for the reconcilement of us Sir,  
Never were two in favour, that were more,  
One in all love of justice, and true honour,  
Though in the act and prosecution  
Pehaps we differ. Howsoever yet  
One beam us both creating, what should let  
That both our souls should both one mettle bear,  
And that one stamp, one word, one character.  Fa. 
I could almost be won to be a Courtier,  
There's some thing more in's composition,  
Then ever yet was favourites.  Enter a Courtier. 
What's he?  Cour. 
I bring your Lordship a signed bill, to ●ave  
The addition of your honoured hand, the counsel  
Have all before subscribed, and full prepared it.  Ad. 
It seems then they have weighed the importance of it,  
And know the grant is just.  Cour. 
No doubt my Lord,  
Or else they take therein the Constable's word,  
It being his suit, and his power having wrought  
The King already to appose his hand.  Adm. 
I do not like his working of the King,  
For if it be a suit made known to him,  
And fit to pass, he wrought himself to it,  
However my hand goes to no such grant,  
But first I'll know and censure it myself.  Cour. 
A he, if thou be'st goddess of contention▪  
That jove took by the hair, and hurled from heaven  
Assume in earth thy empire, and this bill  
Thy firebrand make to turn his love, thus tempted  
Into a hate, as horrid as thy furies.  Adm. 
Does this bear title of his Lordship's suit?  Cour. 
It does my Lord, and therefore he beseeched  
The rather your dispatch.  Adm. 
No thought the rather,  
But now the rather all powers against it,  
The suit being most injust, and he pretending  
In all his actions justice, on the sudden  
After his so late vow not to violate it,  
Is strange and vile, and if the King himself  
Should own and urge it, I would stay▪ and cross it,  
For 'tis within the free power of my office,  
And I should strain his kingdom if I passed it,  
I see their poor attempts, and giddy malice;  
Is this the reconcilement that so lately  
He vowed in sacred witness of the King?  
Assuring me, he never more would offer  
To pass a suit unjust, which I well know  
This is, above all, and have often been urged  
To give it passage, be you Sir the Judge.  Fa. 
I wonot meddle  
With any thing of state, you knew long since.  Adm. 
Yet you may hear it Sir.  Fa. 
You wonot urge  
My opinion then, go to.  Adm. 
An honest merchant  
Presuming on our league of France with Spain,  
Brought into Spain a wealthy ship, to vent  
Her fit commodities to serve the country,  
Which, in the place of suffering their sail  
Were seized to recompense a Spanish ship  
Prized by a French man, ere the league was made,  
No suits, no letters of our Kings could gain  
Our merchants first right in it, but his letters  
Vnreverently received, the King's self scandal,  
Beside the leagues breach, and the foul injustice  
Done to our honest merchant, who endured all,  
Till some small time since (authorised by our counsel,  
Though not in open Court▪) he made a ship out,  
And took a Spaniard, brings all home, and sues  
To gain his full proved loss, full recompense  
Of his just prize, his prize is stayed and ceased,  
Yet for the King's disposure, and the Spaniard  
Makes suit to be restored her, which this bill  
Would fain get granted, feigning (as they hoped)  
With my allowance, and way given to make  
Our Country man's in Spain their absolute prize.  Fa. 
I were absolute injustice.  Adm. 
Should I pass it.  Fa. 
Pass life, and state before.  Adm. 
If this would seem  
His Lordship's suit, his love to me, and justice  
Including plots upon me, while my simpleness  
Is seriously vowed to reconcilement;  
Love him good vulgars', and abhor me still,  
For if I court your flattery with my crimes,  
Heavens love before me fly, till in my tomb  
I stick pursuing it, and for this bill,  
Thus say 'twas shivered, bless us equal heaven!  Exit. Fa. 
This could I cherish, now above his loss,  
You may report as much, the bill discharged Sir.  Exeunt.  

Actus Secundus.  Enter King and Queen, Secretary with the Torn bill. Kin. 
IS it end▪ so.  Que. 
Good heaven how tame you are?  
Do Kings of France reward foul Traitors thus?  Kin. 
No Traitor, y'are too loud▪ Chabots no Traitor,  
He has the passions of a man about him,  
And multiplicity of cares may make  
Wise men forget themselves, come be you patiented.  Qu. 
Can you be so, and see yourself thus torn.  Kin. 
Ourself.  Qu. 
There is some left, if you dare own,  
Your royal character, is not this your name?  Kin. 
'tis Francis I confess.  Qu. 
Be but a name  
If this stain live upon't, affronted, by  
Your subject, shall the sacred name of King,  
A word to make your nation bow and tremble,  
Be thus profaned, are laws established  
To punish the defacers of your image,  
But dully set by the rude hand of others  
Upon your coin, and shall the character  
That doth include the blessing of all France,  
Your name, thus written by your royal hand  
Designed for Justice, and your Kingdom's honour,  
Not call up equal anger to reward it?  
Your Counsellors of state contemned, and slighted  
As in this brain more circumscribed all wisdom,  
And policy of Empire, and your power,  
Subordinate and subject to his passion.  Kin. 
Come, it concerns you not.  Qu. 
Is this the consequence  
Of an atonement made so lately between▪  
The hopeful Mountmorencie, and his Lordship  
Urge by yourself with such a precious sanction;  
Come, he that dares do this, wants not a heart,  
But opportunity.  Kin. 
To do what?  Qu. 
To tear your crown off.  Kin. 
Come your language doth taste more  
Of rage and womanish flame than solid reason  
Against the Admiral, what commands of yours  
Not to your expectation▪ obeyed  
By him, is ground of your so keen displeasure?  Qu. 
Commands of mine? he is too great, and powerful  
To stoop to my employment, a Colossus,  
And can stride from one Province to another  
By the assistance of those offices  
You have most confidently imposed upon him,  
'tis he, not you take up the people's eyes  
And admiration, while his Princely wise.  Kin. 
Nay then I reach the spring of your distaste,  
He has a wife,—  Enter Chancellor, Treasurer, and whisper with the King. Qu. 
Whom for her pride I love not,  
And I but in her husband's ruin  
Can triumph o'er her greatness.  King. 
Well, well, I'll think on't?  Exit. Cham 
He begins to incline,  
Madam you are the soul of our great work.  Qu. 
I'll follow, and employ my powers upon him.  Tre. 
We are confident you will prevail at last,  
And for the pious work oblige the King to you.  Cha, 
And us your humblest creatures.  Que. 
Press no further.  Exit. Que. Cham 
Let's seek out my Lord Constable.  Tre. 
And inflame him.  Cham 
To expostulate with Chabot, something may  
Arise from thence,▪ to pull more weight upon him.  Exeunt. Enter Father and Allegre. Fa. 
How sorts the business? how took the King  
The tearing of his bill?  Al. 
Exceeding well,  
And seemed to smile at all their grim complaints,  
'Gainst all that outrage to his highness' hand,  
And said in plain, he signed it but to try  
My Lords firm justice  Fa. 
What a sweet King 'tis?  Al. 
But how his rival the Lord Constable  
Is laboured by the Chancellor, and others to retort  
His wrong with ten parts more upon my Lord,  
Is monstrous?  Fa. 
Need he their spurs?  Al. 
I Sir, for he's afraid  
To bear himself too boldly in his braves  
Upon the King (being newly entered Minion)  
Since 'tis but patience sometime they think;  
Because the favour spending in two streams,  
One must run low at length, till when he dare  
Take fire in such flame, as his faction wishes,  
But with wise fear contains himself, and so  
Like a green faggot in his kindling smokes,  
And where the Chancellor his chief Cyclops finds  
The fire within him apt to take, he blows,  
And then the faggot flames, as never more  
The bellowes needed, till the too soft greenness  
Of his state habit, shows his sap still flows,  
Above the solid timber, with which, than  
His blaze shrinks head, he cools, and smokes again.  Fa. 
Good man he would be, would the bade not spoil him.  Al. 
True sir, but they still ply him with their arts,  
And as I heard have wrought him, personally  
To question my Lord with all the bitterness  
The galls of all their faction can pour in,  
And such an expectation hangs upon't,  
Though all the Court as 'ttwere with child, and longed  
To make a mirror of my Lords clear blood,  
And therein see the full ebb of his flood,  
And therefore if you please to counsel him  
You shall perform a father's part.  Fa. 
Nay since  
he's gone so fare, I would not have him fear  
But dare 'em, and yet I'll not meddle in't.  Enter Admiral. 
Ho's here, if he have wit to like his cause,  
His spirit wonot be ashamed to die in't.  Exit. Al. 
My Lord retire, y'are waylaid in your walks,  
Your friends are all fallen from you, all your servants  
Suborned by all advantage to report  
Each word you whisper out, and to serve you  
With hat and knee, while other have their hearts.  Adm. 
Much profit may my foes make of such servants,  
I love no enemy I have so well,  
To take so ill a bargain from his hands.  Al. 
Their other odds yet shun, all being combined,  
And lodged in ambush arrived to do you mischief  
By any means past fear of law, or sovereign.  Adm. 
I walk no desert, yet go armed with that,  
That would give wildest beasts instincts to rescue,  
Rather than offer any force to hurt me;  
My innocence is, which is a conquering justice,  
As wears a shield, that both defends and fights.  All. 
One against all the world.  Adm. 
The more the odds,  
The less the conquest, or if all the world  
Be thought an army fit to employ 'gainst one,  
That one is argued fit to fight 'gainst all;  
If I fall under them, this breast shall bear  
Their heap digested in my sepulchre,  
Death is the life of good men, let 'em come.  Enter Constable, Chancellor, Treasurer, Secretary. Con. 
I thought my Lord our reconcilement perfect,  
You have expressed what sea of gall flowed in you,  
In tearing of the bill I sent to allow.  Adm. 
Dare you confess the sending of that bill.  Con. 
Dare, why not?  Adm. 
Because it break your oath  
Made in our reconcilement, and betrays  
The honour, and the chief life of the King  
Which is his justice.  Con. 
Betrays?  Adm. 
No less, and that I'll prove to him.  Omnes 
You cannot.  Trea. 
I would not wish you offer at an action  
So most impossibly, and much against  
The judgement, and favour of the King.  Adm. 
His judgement nor his favour I respect,  
So I preserve his justice.  Cham 
'tis not justice,  
Which I'll prove by law, and absolute learning.  Adm. 
All your great law, and learning are but words,  
When I plead plainly, naked truth, and deeds,  
Which though you seek to fray with state, and glory,  
I'll shoot a shaft at all your globe of light,  
If lightning split it, yet 'twas high and right.  Exit: Con. 
Brave resolution so his acts be just,  
He cares for gain not honour.  Chan. 
How came he then  
By all his infinite honour and his gain?  Tre. 
Well said my Lord.  Sec. 
Answer but only that.  Con. 
By doing justice still in all his actions.  Sec 
But if this action prove unjust, will you  
Say all his other may be so as well,  
And think your own course fit fare than his.  Con, 
I will—  Exit. Cham 
He cools, we must not leave him, we have no  
Such engine to remove the Admiral.  Exeunt. Enter King and the Admiral. Kin. 
I prithee Philip be not so severe  
To him I favour, 'tis an argument  
That may serve one day to avail yourself,  
Nor Does it square with your so gentle nature,  
To give such fires of envy to your blood;  
For howsoever out of love to justice,  
Your jealousy of that doth so incense you,  
Yet they that censure it will say 'tis envy.  Adm. 
I serve not you for them, but for yourself,  
And that good in your Rule, that justice does you,  
And care not this what others say, so you  
Please but to do me right for what you know.  King. 
You will not do yourself right, why should I  
Exceed you to yourself?  Adm. 
Myself am nothing  
Compared to what I seek, 'tis justice only  
The fount and flood, both of your strength and kingdoms.  King. 
But who knows not, that extreme justice is  
(by all ruled laws) the extreme of injury,  
And must to you be so, the persons that  
Your passionate heat calls into question  
Are great, and many, and may wrong in you  
Your rights of kind, and dignities of fortune,  
And I advanced you not to heap on you  
Honours, and fortunes, that by strong hand now  
Held up, and over you, when heaven takes off  
That powerful hand' should thunder on your head,  
And after you crush your surviving seeds.  Adm. 
Sir, your regards to both are great, and sacred,  
But if the innocence, and right that raised me  
And means for mine, can find no friend hereafter  
Of him that ever lives, and ever seconds  
All King's just bounties with defence, and refuge  
In just men's razes, let my fabric ruin,  
My stock want sap, my branches by the root  
Be ●orne to death, and swept with whirlwinds out.  King. 
For my love no relenting.  Adm. 
No my liege,  
'tis for your love, and right that I stand out.  King. 
Be better yet advised.  Adm. 
I cannot Sir  
Should any Oracle become my counsel,  
For that I stand not out, thus of set will,  
Or pride of any singular conceit,  
My ennemmies, and the world may clearly know,  
I taste no sweets to drown in others gall,  
And to affect in that which makes me loathed,  
To leave myself and mine exposed to all  
The dangers you proposed, my purchased honours,  
And all my fortunes in an instant lost,  
That money, cares, and pains, and years have gathered,  
How mad were I to rave thus in my wounds,  
Unless my known health felt in these forced issues  
Were sound, and fit, and that I did not know  
By most true proofs, that to become sincere  
With all men's hates, doth fare excëede their loves,  
To be as they are, mixtures of corruption?  
And that those envies that I see pursue me  
Of all true actions are the natural consequents  
Which being my object, and my resolute choice  
Not for my good but yours, I will have justice.  King. 
You will have justice, is your will so strong  
Now against mine? your power being so weak  
Before my favour gave them both their forces  
Of all that ever shared in my free graces,  
You Philip Chabot a mean Gentleman  
Have not I-raised you to a supremest Lord,  
And given you greater dignities than any?  Adm. 
You have so.  King. 
Well said, and to spur your dulinesse  
With the particulars to which I raised you,  
Have not I made you first a Knight of the Order●  
Then Admiral of France, than Count Byzanges,  
Lord, and Lieutenant general of all  
My country, and command of Burgady;  
Lieutenant general likewise of my son  
Dauphin, and heir, and of all Normandy,  
And of my chiefly honoured privy Counsel,  
And cannot all these powers weigh down your will?  Adm. 
No Sir, they were not given me to that end,  
But to uphold my will, my will being just.  King. 
And who shall judge that Justice, you or I?  Adm. 
I Sir, in this case your royal thoughts are fitly  
Exempt from every curious search of one,  
You have the general charge with care of all.  Kin. 
And do not generals include particulars?  
May not I judge of any thing comprised  
In your particular as well as you?  Adm. 
Fare be the misery from you, that you may,  
My cares, pains, broken sleep therein made more  
Than yours should make me see more, and my forces  
Render of better judgement.  King. 
Well Sir, grant  
Your force in this my odds in benefits  
Paid for your pains, put in the other scale,  
And any equal holder of the balance  
Will show my merits hoist up yours to air  
In rule of any doubt or deed betwixt us.  Adm. 
You merit not of me for benefits  
More than myself of you for services.  King. 
Is't possible.  Adm. 
'tis true.  King. 
Stand you on that?  Adm. 
I to the death and will approve to all men.  Kin. 
I am deceived, but I shall find good Judges  
That will find difference.  Adm. 
Find them being good.  King. 
Still so? what if conferring  
My bounties, and your services to sound them,  
We fall foul on some licences of yours,  
Nay, give me therein some advantage of you.  Adm. 
They cannot.  King. 
Not in sisting their severe discharges  
Of all your offices?  Adm. 
The more you sift  
The more you shall refine me.  King. 
What if I  
Grant out against you a commission  
Joined with an extraordinary process  
To arrest, and put you in laws hands for trial.  Adm. 
Not with laws uttermost.  King. 
I'll throw the dice.  Adm. 
And I'll endure the chance,  
The dice being square.  Adm. 
Reposed in dreadless confidence, and conscience,  
That all your most extremes shall never reach,  
Or to my life, my goods or honours breach.  King. 
Was ever heard so fine a confidence?  
Must it not prove presumption, and can that  
Escape bracks and errors in your search of law,  
I prithee weigh yet, with more soul than danger,  
And some less passion.  Adm. 
Witness heaven, I cannot.  
Were I dissolved, and nothing else but soul.  King. 
Be shrew my blood, but his resolves amaze me;  
Was ever such a justice in a subject▪  
Of so much office left to his own swinge  
That left to law thus, and his Sovereign's wrath,  
Can stand clear spite of both? let reason rule it  
Before it come at law, a man so rare  
In one thing cannot in the rest be vulgar,  
And who sees you not in the broad highway  
The common dust up in your own eyes, beating  
In quest of riches, honours, offices,  
As hearty in show as most believe,  
And he that can use actions with the vulgar,  
Must needs embrace the same effects & cannot inform him  
Whatsoever he pretends, use them with such  
Free equity, as fits one just and real▪  
Even in the eyes of men, nor stand at all parts  
So truly circular, so sound, and solid,  
But have his swellings out, his cracks and crannies,  
And therefore in this reason, before law  
Take you to her, lest you affect and flatter  
Yourself with mad opinions.  Adm. 
I were mad  
Directly Sir, if I were yet to know  
Not the sure danger, but the certain ruin  
Of men shot into law from Kings bend brow,  
There being no dream from the most muddy brain  
Upon the foulest fancy, that can forge  
More horror in the shadows of mere fame,  
Then can some Lawyer in a man exposed  
To his interpretation by the King,  
But these grave toys I shall despise in death,  
And while I live will lay them open so  
(My innocence laid by them) that like foils  
They shall stick of my merits ten times more,  
And make your bounties nothing, for who gives  
And hits i'th' teeth, himself pays with the glory  
For which he gave, as being his end of giving,  
Not to crown merits, or do any good,  
And so no thankes is due but to his glory.  King. 
'tis brave I swear.  Adm. 
No Sir, 'tis plain, and rude  
But true, and spotless, and where you object  
My hearty, and gross vulgar love of riches,  
Titles, and honours, I did never seek them  
For any love to them, but to that justice  
You ought to use in their due gift to merits,  
To show you royal, and most open handed,  
Not using for hands talons, pincers, grapples;  
In whose gripes, and upon whose gored point,  
Deserts hang sprawling out their virtuous limbs,  King. 
Better and better.  Adm. 
This your glory is  
My deserts wrought upon no wretched matter,  
But showed your royal palms as free, and moist,  
As Ida, all enchased with silver springs,  
And yet my merit still their equal sings.  King. 
Sing till thou sigh thy soul out hence, and leave us.  Adm. 
My person shall, my love and faith shall never.  King. 
Perish thy love, and faith, and thee for ever;  
Whos's there?  Enter Asall. 
Let one go for the Chancellor.  Asa. 
He's here in Court Sir.  King. 
Haste and send him hither,  
This is an insolence I never met with,  
Can one so high as his degrees ascend,  
Climb all so free, and without stain?  
My Lord  Enter Chancellor. 
Chancellor, I send for you about a service  
Of equal price to me, as if again  
My ransom came to me from Pavian thraldom,  
And more, as if from forth a subject's fetters,  
The worst of servitudes my life were rescued.  Cham 
You fright me with a Prologue of much trouble▪  King. 
Me thinks it might be, tell me out of all  
Your famous learning, was there ever subject  
Raised by his Sovereign's free hand from the dust,  
Up to a height above Airs upper region,  
That might compare with him in any merit  
That so advanced him? and not show in that  
Gross overweening worthy cause to think  
There might be other oversights excepted  
Of capital nature in his sifted greatness.  Chan. 
And past question Sir, for one absurd thing granted,  
A thousand follow.  King. 
You must then employ  
Your most exact, and curious art to explore  
A man in place of greatest trust, and charge,  
Whom I suspect to have abused them all,  
And in whom you may give such proud veins vent,  
As will bewray their boiling blood corrupted  
Both 'gainst my crown and life.  Cham 
And may my life  
Be crust in every act,  
If I explore him not to every finer.  King. 
It is my Admiral.  Cham 
Oh my good Liege  
You tempt, not charge me with such search of him.  King. 
Doubt not my heartiest meaning, all the troubles  
That ever moved in a distracted King,  
Put in just fear of his assaulted life  
Are not above my sufferings for Chabot.  Cham 
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.  King. 
You shall not want it.  Cham 
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.  King. 
But I must have all proved with that free justice.  Cham 
Beseech your Majesty do not question it.  King. 
About it instantly, and take me wholly  
Upon yourself.  Cham 
How much you grace your servant?  King. 
Let it be fiery quick.  Cham 
It shall have wings,  
And every feather show the slight of Kings.   

Actus Tertius.  Enter Chancellor attended, the Proctor general whispering in his ear. Two judges following. They past. Enter Chabot in his gown, a guard about him, his father and his wife on each side, Allegre. Adm. 
ANd have they put my faithful servant to the rack,  
Heaven arm the honest man.  Fa. 
Allegre feels the malice of the Chancellor.  Adm. 
Many upon the torture have confessed  
Things against truth, and yet his pain sits nearer  
Than all my other fears, come don't weep.  Wife 
My Lord, I do not grieve out of a thought,  
Or poor suspicion, they with all their malice  
Can stain your honour, but it troubles me,  
The King should grant this licence to your enemies,  
As he were willing to hear Chabot guilty.  Adm. 
No more, the King is just, and by exposing me  
To this trial, means to render me  
More happy to his subjects, and himself  
His sacred will be obeyed, take thy own spirit,  
And let no thought in fringe thy peace for me,  
I go to have my honours all confirmed;  
Farewell thy lip, my cause has so much innocence,  
It sha'not need thy prayer, I leave her yours  
Till my return; oh let me be a son  
Still in your thoughts, now Gentlemen set forward.  Exit. Manente Father and Wife. Fa. 
See you that trust in greatness, what sustains you,  
These hazards you must look for, you that thrust  
Your heads into a cloud, where lie in ambush  
The soldiers of state in privy arms  
Of yellow fire jealous, and mad at all  
That shoot their foreheads up into their forges,  
And pry into their gloomy Cabinets;  
You like vain Citizens that must go see  
Those ever burning furnaces, wherein  
Your brittle glasses of estate are blown;  
Who knows not you are all but puff, and bubble  
Of breath, and fume forged, your vile brittle natures  
Cause of your dearness? were you tough and lasting,  
You would be cheap, and not worth half your face,  
Now daughter Planet strooke.  Wif. 
I am considering  
What form I shall put on, as best agreeing  
With my Lord's fortune.  Fa. 
Habit do you mean,  
Of mind or body?  Wif. 
Both would be apparelled.  Fa. 
In neither you have reason yet to mourn.  Wif. 
I'll not accuse my heart of so much weakness▪  
'tTwere a confession 'gainst my Lord. The Queen!  Enter Queen, Constable, Treasurer, Secretary. 
She has expressed 'gainst me some displeasure.  Fa. 
Let's this way through the Gallery.  Qu. 
'tis she,  
Do you my Lord say I wot speak with her?  
And has Allegre, one of chiefest trust with him  
Suffered the rack▪ the Chancellor is violent;  
And what's confessed?  Tre. 
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.  Qu. 
A strange fortitude▪  Tre. 
But we shall lose th' arraignment.  Qu. 
The success  
Will soon arrive.  Tre. 
You'll not appear, my Lord then?  Con. 
I desire  
Your Lordship would excuse me.  Tre. 
We are your servants.  Exiunt. Tre. & Sec. Con. 
She attends you Madam.  Qu. 
This humbleness proceeds not from your heart,  
Why, you are a Queen yourself in your own thoughts,  
The Admiral's wife of France cannot be less,  
You have not state enough, you should not move  
Without a train of friends and servants.  Wif. 
There is some mystery  
Within your language Madam, I would hope  
You have more charity than to imagine  
My present condition worth your triumph,  
In which I am not so lost, but I have  
Some friends and servants with proportion  
To my Lord's fortune, but none within the list  
Of those that obey me can be more ready  
To express their duties, than my heart to serve  
Your just commands.  Qu. 
Then pride will ebb I see,  
There is no constant flood of state, and greatness,  
The prodigy is ceasing when your Lord  
Comes to the balance, he whose blazing fires,  
Shot wonders through the Kingdom, will discover  
What slying and corrupted matter said him.  Wif. 
My Lord?  Qu. 
Your high and mighty Justicer,  
The man of conscience, the Oracle  
Of State, whose honourable titles  
Would crack an Elephants back, is now turned mortal,  
Must pass examination, and the test  
Of Law, have all his offices rip▪ d up,  
And his corrupt soul laid open to the subjects,  
His bribes, oppressions, and close sins that made  
So many groan, and curse him, now shall find  
Their just reward, and all that love their country,  
Bless heaven, and the King's justice, for removing  
Such a devouring monster.  Fa. 
Sir your pardon  
Madam you are the Queen, she is my daughter,  
And he that you have charactered so monstrous,  
My son in Law, now gone to be arraigned,  
The King is just, and a good man, but't does not  
Add to the graces of your royal person  
To tread upon a Lady thus dejected  
By her own grief, her Lord's not yet found guilty,  
Much less condemned, though you have pleased to execute him.  Qu. 
What saucy fellow's this?  Fa. 
I must confess  
I am a man out of this element  
No Courtier, yet I am a gentleman  
That dare speak honest truth to the Queen's care,  
(A duty every subject wonot pay you)  
And justify it to all the world, there's nothing  
Doth more eclipse the honours of our soul,  
Than an ill grounded, and ill followed passion,  
Let sly with noise, and licence against those▪  
Whose hearts before are bleeding.  Con. 
Brave old man.  Fa. 
Cause▪ you are a Queen to trample over a woman,  
〈◊〉 tongue and faculties are all tied up,  
〈◊〉 out a Lion's teeth, and pair his claws,  
And then a dwarf may pluck him by the beard,  
'tis a gay victory.  Cue, 
Did you hëare my Lord?  Fa. 
I ha' done.  Wif. 
And it concerns me to begin,  
I have not made this pause through servile fear  
Or guilty apprehension of your rage,  
But with just wonder of the heats, and wildness  
Has prepossessed your nature 'gainst our innocence,  
You are my Queen, unto that title bows  
The humblest knee in France, my heart made lower  
With my obedience, and prostrate duty,  
Nor have I powers created for my use,  
When just commands of you expect their service;  
But were you Queen of all the world, or something  
To be thought greater, betwixt heaven and us  
That I could reach you with my eyes and voice,  
I would shoot both up in defence of my  
Abused honour, and stand all your lightning.  Qu. 
So brave.  Wif. 
So just and boldly innocent,  
I cannot fear armed with a noble conscience  
The tempest of your frown, were it more frightful  
Than every fury made a woman's anger,  
Prepared to kill with deaths most horrid ceremony,  
Yet with what freedom of my soul I can  
Forgive your accusation of my pride.  Qu. 
Forgive? what insolence is like this language?  
Can any action of ours be capable  
Of thy forgiveness? dust! how I despise thee?  
Can we sinne to be object of thy mercy?  Wif. 
Yes, and have doubt already, and no stain  
To your greatness Madam, 'tis my charity  
I can remit, when sovereign Princes dare  
Do injury to those that live beneath them,  
They turn worth pity, and their prayers, and 'tis  
In the free power of those whom they oppress  
To pardon 'em, each soul has a prerogative,  
And privilege royal that was signed by heaven,  
But though i'th' knowledge of my disposition  
Stranger to pride, and what you charge me with,  
I can forgive the injustice done to me,  
And striking at my person, I have no  
Commission from my Lord to clear you for  
The wrongs you have done him, and still he pardon  
The wounding of his loyalty, with which life  
Can hold no balance, I must talk just boldness  
To say—  Fa 
No more, now I must tell you daughter  
Lest you forget yourself, she is the Queen,  
And it becomes not you to vie with her  
Passion for passion, if your Lord stand fast  
To the full search of Law, Heaven will revenge him,  
And give him up precious to good men's loves  
If you attempt by these unruly ways  
To vindicate his justice, I me against you,  
Dear as I wish your husband's life and fame,  
Suffer are bound to suffer, not contest  
With Princes, since their Will and Acts must be  
Accounted one day to a Judge supreme.  Wif. 
I ha' done, if the devotion to my Lord,  
Or piety to his innocence have led me  
Beyond the awful limits to be observed  
By one so much beneath your sacred person,  
I thus low crave your royal pardon Madam;  
I know you will remember in your goodness,  
My life blood is concerned while his least vein  
Shall run black and polluted, my heart fed  
With what keeps him alive, nor can there be  
A greater wound than that which strikes the life  
Of our good name, so much above the bleeding  
Of this rude pile we carry, as the soul  
Hath excellence above this earthborn frailty:  
My Lord, by the Kings will is lead already  
To a severe arraignment, and to judges,  
Will make no tender search into his tract  
Of life and state, stay but a little while,  
And France shall ●●●ho to his shame or innocence,  
This suit I beg with tears, I shall have sorrow  
Enough to hear him censured foul and monstrous,  
Should you forbear to antedate my sufferings.  Qu. 
Your conscience comes about, and you incline  
To fear he may be worth the laws condemning.  Wif. 
I sooner will suspect the stars may lose  
Their way, and crystal heaven return to Chaos;  
Truth ●its not on her square more firm than he;  
Yet let me tell you Madam, were his life  
And action so foul as you have charactered,  
And the bad world expects, though as a wife  
'tTwere duty I should weep myself to death,  
To know him fall'n from virtue, yet so much  
I a frail woman love my King and Country,  
I should condemn him too, and thinke all honours  
The price of his lost faith more fatal to me,  
Than Cleopatra's asps warm in my bosom,  
And as much boast their kill.  Qu. 
This declares  
Another soul than was delivered me,  
My anger melts, and I begin to pity her,  
How much a Prince's ear may be abused?  
Enjoy your happy confidence, at more leisure  
You may hear from us.  Wif. 
Heaven preserve the Queen,  
And may her heart be charitable.  Fa. 
You bless and honour your unworthy servant.  Qu. 
My Lord, did you observe this?  Con. 
Yes great Madam,  
And read a noble spirit, which becomes  
The wife of Chabot, their great ti● of marriage  
I● not more strong upon 'em, than their virtues.  Qu. 
That your opinion? I thought your judgement  
Against the Admiral, do you think him honest?  Con. 
Religiously, a true, most zealous Patrior,  
And worth all royal favour.  Qu. 
You amaze me,  
Can you be just yourself then, and advance  
Your powers against him?  Con. 
Such a will be fare  
From Montmoranzie, pioneers of state  
Have left no art to gain me to their faction,  
And 'tis my misery to be placed in such  
A sphere where I am whirled by violence  
Of a fierce raging motion, and not what  
My own will would incline me. I shall make  
This appear Madam, if you please to second  
My free speech with the King.  Qu. 
Good heaven protect all,  
Haste to the King, justice her swift wing needs,  
'tis high time to be good, when virtue bleeds.  Exeunt. Enter Officers before the Chancellor, judges, the Proctor general, whispering with the Chancellor, they take their places. 
To them  Enter Treasures and Secretary who take their places prepared on one side of the Court. 
To them  The Captain of the Guard, the Admiral following, who is placed at the bar. Cham 
Good Mr. Proctor general begin.  Pro, 
It is not unknown to you my very good Lords the judges, and indeed to all the world, for I will make short work, since your honourable ears need not to be enlarged, I speak by a figure with prolix ennumeration how infinitely the King hath favoured this ill favoured Traitor; and yet I may worthily too insist and prove that no grace hath been so large and voluminous, as this, that he hath appointed such upright judges at this time, and the chief of this Triumvirie, our Chancellor by name Poyet, which deriveth from the Greek his Etymology from Poyeni, which is to make, to create, to invent matter that was never extant in nature, from whence also is the name and dignity of Poeta, which I will not insist upon, in this place, although I am confident his Lordship wanteth no faculty in making of Verses: but what addition I say is it to the honour of this Delinquent, that he hath such a judge, a man so learned, so full of equity, so noble, so notable in the progress of his life, so innocent, in the manage of his office so incorrupt; in the passages of State so wise, in affection to his country so religious, in all his services to the King so fortunate, and exploring, as envy itself cannot accuse, or malice vitiate, whom all lips will open to commend, but those of Philip; and in their hearts will erect Altars, and Statues, Columns, and Obelishes, Pillars and Pyramids, to the perpetuity of his name and memory. What shall I say ● but conclude for his so great and sacred service, both to our King and Kingdom, and for their everlasting benefit, there may everlastingly be left here one of his loins, one of his loins ever remain I say, and stay upon this Bench, to be the example of all justice, even while the North and South Star shall continue.  Cham 
You express your Oratory Mr. Proctor,  
I ray come presently to the matter.  Pro. 
Thus with your Lordship's pardon, I proceed; and the first thing I shall glance at, will be worth your Lordship's reflection, his ingratitude, and to whom? to no less person than a King, and to what King, his own, and our general Sovereign Proh deum atque hominum fidem; a King, and such a King, the health, life, and soul of us all, whose very mention draws this salt water from my eyes; for he indeed is our eye, who wakes and watches for us when we sleep, and who will not sleep for him, I mean not sleep, which the Philosophers call, a natural cessation of the common and consequently▪ of all the exterior senses, caused first and immediately by a detension of spirits, which can have no communication, since the way is obstructed, by which these spirits should commearce, by vapours ascending from the stomach to the head, by which evaporation the roots of the nerves are filled, through which the annual spirits, to be poured into the dwellings of the external senses; but sleep I taken for death, which all know to be Vltima linea, who will not sleep eternally for such a King as we enjoy? If therefore in general as he is King of us all, all sharing and dividing the benefits of this our Sovereign: none should be so ingrateful as once to murmur against him, what shall be said of the ingratitude more monstrous in this Chabot, for our Francis hath loved, not in general in the crowd with other subjects, but particularly this Philip advanced him to the supreme dignity of a Statsman, lodged him in his very heart, yet Monstrum horrendum; even to this Francis hath Philip been ingrateful. Brutus the loved son hath stabbed Caesar with a Bodkin: Oh what brute may be compared to him? and in what particulars may this crime be exemplified; he hath, as we say, chopped Logic with the King, nay to the very teeth of his Sovereign advance his own Gnat-like merits, and justified with Luciferous pride, that his services have deserved more than all the bounty of our Munificent King hath paid him.  Cham 
Observe that my Lords.  Pro. 
Nay he hath gone further, and most traitaerously hath committed outrage and impiety to the Kings own hand, and royal character, which presented to him in a bill from the whole counsel, he most violently did tear in pieces, and will do the very body and person of your King, if our Justice make no timely prevention, and strike out the Serpentine teeth of the high and more than horrible monster.  Tr. 
This was enforced home.  Pro. 
In the next place I will relate to your honours his most cruel exactions upon the subject, the old vantcurriers of rebellions. In the year 15. 6. and 37. This oppressor, and this extortioner, under pretext of his due taxation, being Admiral imposed upon certain Fishermen, (observe I beseech you the circumstance of their persons, Fishermen) who poor johns were embarked upon the cost of Normandy, and fishing there for Herrings (which some say is the king of Fishes) he imposed I say twenty sauce, and upon every boat six livers, oh intolerable exaction! enough not only to alienate the hearts of these miserable people from their King, which Ipso facto is high treason, but an occasion of a greater inconvenience, for want of due provision of fish among the subjects, for by this might ensue a necessity of mortal sins, by breaking the religious fast upon Vigils, Embers, and other days commanded by sacred authority, besides the miserable rut that would follow, and perhaps contagion, when feasting and flesh should be licenced for every carnal appetite.— I could urge many more particulars of his dangerous insatiate and boundless Avarice, but the improvement of his estate in so few years, from a private Gentleman's fortune, to a great Duke's revenues, might save our sovereign therein an Orator to enforce and prove faulty even to gyantisme against heaven.  judg. 
This is but a noise of words.  Pro. 
To the foul outrages so violent, let us add his Commissions granted out of his own presumed authority, his Majesty neither infround or respected his disloyalties, infidelities, contempts, oppressions, extortions, with innumerable abuses, offences, and forfeits, both to his Majesty's most royal person, crown, and dignity, yet notwithstanding all these injustices, this unmatchable, unjust delinquent affecteth to be thought inculpable, and incomparable just; but alas my most learned Lord, none knows better than yourselves, how easy the sincerity of justice is pretended, how hard it is to be performed, and how common it is for him that hath least colour of title to it, to be thought the very substance and soul of it, he that was never true scholar in the least degree, longs as a woman with child to be great with scholar she that was never with child longs Omnibus vijs modis to be got with child, and will wear a cushion to seem with child, and he that was never just, will fly in the King's face to be counted just, though for all he be nothing, but just, a Traitor.  Sec. 
The Admiral smiles.  Jud. 
Answer yourself my Lord.  Adm. 
I shall, and briefly,  
The furious eloquence of my accuser hath  
Branched my offences heinous to the King,  
And then his subject, a most vast indictment,  
That to the King I have justified my merit,  
And services; which conscience of that truth,  
That gave my actions life when they are questioned,  
I ought to urge again, and do without  
The least part of injustice; for the Bill  
A foul, and most unjust one, and preferred  
'Gainst the King's honour, and his subjects privilege,  
And with a policy to betray my office,  
And faith to both, I do confess I tore it,  
It being pressed immodestly, but without  
A thought of disobedience to his name,  
To whose mention I bow, with humble reverence,  
And dare appeal to the King's knowledge of me,  
How fare I am in soul from such a rebel,  
For the rest my Lord, and you my honoured judges,  
Since all this mountain all this time in labour  
With more than mortal fury 'gainst my life,  
Hath brought forth nought but some ridiculous vermin,  
I will not wrong my right, and innocence,  
With any serious plea in my reply,  
To frustrate breath, and fight with terrible shadow  
That have been forged, and forced against my state,  
But leave all, with my life to your free censures;  
Only beseeching all your learned judgements  
Equal and pious conscience to weigh.  Pro. 
And how this great and mighty fortune hath exalted him to pride is apparent, not only in his braves and bearing to the King, the fountain of all this increase, but in his contempt and scorn of the subject, his vast expenses in buildings, his private bounties, above royal to soldiers and scholars, that he may be the General and Patron, and protector of arms and arts; the number of domestic attendants, an army of Grasshoppers and gay Butterflies able to devour the Spring; his glorious wardrobes, his stable of horses that are pricked with provender, and will enforce us to weed up our Vineyards to sow Oats for supply of their provision, his caroches shining with gold, and more bright than the chariot of the Sun, wearing out the pavements; nay, he is of late so transcendently proud, that men must be his Mules, and carry him up and down as it were in a Procession for men to gaze at him till their chines cracks with the weight of his insupportable pride, and who knows but this may prove a fashion? But who groans for this? the subject, who murmur, and are ready to begin a rebellion, but the tumultuous sailors, and water-rats, who ton up and down the city, like an over-bearing tempest, cursing the Admiral, who in duty ought to undo himself for the general satisfaction of his countrymen.  Adm. 
The variety, and wonder now presented  
To your most noble notice, and the worlds,  
That all my life and actions, and offices,  
Explored with all the hundred eyes of Law  
Lighted with lightning, shot out of the wrath  
Of an incensed, and commanding King,  
And blown with foes, with fare more bitter winds,  
Then Winter from his Eastern cave exhailes,  
Yeh nothing found, but what you all have heard,  
And then consider if a peer of State,  
Should be exposed to such a wild arraignment  
For poor complaints, his fame, faith, life, and honours  
Racked for no more.  Cham 
No more? good heaven, what say  
My learned assistants.  1 Iu. 
My Lord, the crimes urged here for us to censure  
As capital, and worth this high arraignment  
To me seem strange, because they do not fall  
In force of Law, to arraign a Peer of State,  
For all that Law can take into her power  
To sentence, is the exaction of the Fishermen.  2 Iu. 
Here is no majesty violated, I consent to what my Brother has expressed.  Cham 
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 an onset  
As leaped into his throat? his life affrighting?  
Be justified in all insolence, all subjects  
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.  No. 
Here my good Lord.  
1. No altering it in us.  
2. Fare be it from us Sir.  Cham 
Here's silken justice,  
It might be altered, mend your sentences.  Both. 
Not we my Lord.  Cham 
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.  Cham 
Thus I subscribe, now at your perils follow.  Both. 
Perils my Lord? threats in the King's free justice?  Tre, 
I am amazed they can be so remiss.  Sec. 
Merciful men, pitiful judges certain.  
1. Subscribe, it matters nothing being constrained  
On this side, and on this side, this capital I,  
Both which together put, import plain Vi;  
And witness we are forced.  
2. Enough,  
It will acquit us when we make it known,  
Our names are forced.  Cham 
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.  Both. 
Here are our hands subscribed.  Cham 
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.  No. 
We by his sacred Majesty appointed  
Judges, upon due trial, and examination  
Of Philip Chabot Admiral of France  
Declare him guilty of high treasons, etc.  Cham 
Now Captain of the guard, secure his person,  
Till the King signify  
His pleasure for his death, this day is happy  
To France, thus rescued from the vile devourer.  A shout within. 
Hark how the votes applaud their blessed deliverance,  
You that so late did right and conscience boast,  
Heaven's mercy now implore, the Kings is lost.  Exeunt.  

Actus Quartus.  Enter King, Queen, and Constable. Kin. 
YOu raise my thoughts to wonder, that you Madam,  
And you my Lord, unite your force to plead  
Ith' Admiral's behalf, this is not that  
Language you did express, when the torn Bill  
Was late pretended to us, it was then  
Defiance to our high prerogative,  
The act of him whose proud heart would rebel  
And armed with faction, too soon attempt  
To tear my crown off.  Qu. 
I was ignorant  
Then of his worth, and heard but the report  
Of his accusers, and his enemies,  
Who never mention in his character  
Shadows of any virtue in those men,  
They would depress like Crows, and carrion birds,  
They sly o'er slowrie Meads, clear Springs, fair Gardens,  
And stoop at carcases; for your own honour  
Pity poor Chabot.  King. 
Poor and a Colossus?  
What could so lately straddle o'er a Province,  
Can he be fallen so low, and miserable,  
To want my pity, who breaks forth like day,  
Takes up all people's eyes, and admiration?  
It cannot be, he hath a Princely wife too.  Qu. 
I interpose not often Sir, or press you  
With unbecoming importunity,  
To serve the profitable ends of others  
Conscience, and duty to yourself enforce  
My present mediation, you have given  
The health of your own state away, unless  
Wisdom in time recover him.  King. 
If he prove  
No adulterate gold, trial confirms his value.  Qu. 
Although it hold in mettle gracious Sir,  
Such fiery examination, and the furnace  
May waste a heart that's faithful, and together  
With that you call the feces, something of  
The precious substance may be hazarded.  King. 
Why, you are the chief engine raised against him,  
And in the world's Creed labour most to sink him,  
That in his fall, and absence every beam  
May shine on you, and only gild your fortune,  
Your difference is the ground of his arraignment,  
Nor were we unsollicited by you,  
To have your bill confirmed, from that that spring  
Came all these mighty and impetuous waves,  
With which he now must wrestle, if the strength  
Of his own innocence can break the storm,  
Truth wonot lose her servant, her wings cover him,  
He must obey his fate.  Con. 
I would not have  
It lie upon my fame, that I should be  
Mentioned in Story his unjust supplanter  
For your whole Kingdom, I have been abused,  
And made believe my suit was just and necessary,  
My walks have not been safe, my closet prayers,  
But some plot has pursued me, by some great ones  
Against your noble Admiral, they have frighted  
My fancy into my dreams with their close whispers,  
How to uncement your affections,  
And render him the fable, and the scorn  
Of France.  Qu. 
Brave Montmorancie.  King. 
Are you serious.  Con. 
Have I a soul? or gratitude, to acknowledge  
Myself your creature, dignified and honoured  
By your high favours with an equal truth,  
I must declare the justice of your Admiral  
(In what my thoughts are conscious) and will rather  
Give up my claim to birth, title, and offices,  
Be thrown from your warm smile, the top and crown  
Of subjects happiness, then be bribed with all  
Their glories to the guilt of Chabots' ruin.  King. 
Come, come, you over act this passion,  
And if it be not policy it tastes  
Too green, and wants some counsel to mature it,  
His fall prepares your triumph.  Con. 
It confirms  
My shame alive, and buried will corrupt  
My very dust, make our house-genious groan,  
And fright the honest marble from my ashes:  
His fall prepare my triumph? turn me first  
A naked exile to the world.  King. 
No more,  
Take heed you banish not yourself, be wise,  
And let not too much zeal devour your reason,  Enter Asall. As. 
Your Admiral  
Is condemned Sir?  King. 
Ha'? strange! no matter,  
Leave us, a great man I see may be  
As soon dispatched, as a common subject▪  Qu. 
No mercy then for Chabot.  Enter Wife and Father. Wif. 
From whence came  
That sound of Chabot? then we are all undone:  
Oh do not hear the Queen, she is no friend  
To my poor Lord, but made against his life,  
Which hath too many enemies already.  Con. 
Poor soul, she thinks the Queen is still against him,  
Who employeth all her powers to preserve him.  Fa. 
Say you so my Lord? daughter the Queen's our friend.  Wif. 
Why do you mock my sorrow! can you flatter  
Your own grief so, be just, and hear me sir,  
And do not sacrifice a subjects blood  
To appease a wrathful Queen, let mercy shine  
Upon your brow, and heaven will pay it back  
Upon your soul, be deaf to all her prayers.  King. 
Poor heart, she knows not what she has desired.  Wif. 
I beg my nng life, my sorrows yet  
Have not destroyed my reason.  King. 
He is in the power of my Laws, not mine.  Wif. 
Then you have no power,  
And are but the empty shadow of a King,  
To whom is it resigned? where shall I beg  
The forfeit life of one condemned by Laws  
To partial doom?  King. 
You hear he is condemned then?  Fa. 
My son is condemned fit.  King. 
You know for what too.  Fa. 
What the judges please to call it,  
But they have given t● a name, Treason they say.  Qu. 
I must not be denied.  King. 
I must deny you.  Wif. 
Be●lest for ever for't.  Qu. 
Grant then to her.  King. 
Chabot condemned by law?  Fa. 
But you have power  
To change the rigour, in ●our breast there is  
A Chancellor above it, I ne'er had  
A suit before, but my knees join with hers  
To implore your royal mercy to her Lord,  
And take his cause to your examination,  
It cannot wrong your judges, if they have  
Been steered by conscience.  Con. 
It will fame your justice.  King. 
I cannot be prescribed, you kneel in vain,  
You labour to betray me with your tears  
To a treason above his, 'gainst my own Laws,  
Look to the Lady—  Exeunt. Enter Asall. As. 
Sir the Chancellor.  King. 
Admit him, leave us all.  Enter Chancellor. 
How now my Lord?  
You have lost no time, and how thrive the proceed.  Cham 
'twas sit my gracious Sovereign, time should leave  
His motion made in all affairs beside,  
And spend his wings only in speed of this.  King. 
You have showed diligence, and what's become  
Of our most curious justicer, the Admiral?  Cham 
Condemned sir utterly, and all hands set  
To his conviction.  King. 
And for faults most foul?  Cham 
More than most impious, but the applausive issue  
Struck by the concourse of your ravished subjects  
For joy of your free justice, if there were  
No other cause to assure the sentence just  
Were proof convincing.  King. 
Now than he sees clearly  
That men perceive how vain his justice was,  
And scorn him for the foolish net he wore  
To hide his nakedness; is't not a wonder  
That men's ambitions should so blind their reason  
To affect shapes of honesty, and take pride  
Rather in seeming, then in being just.  Cham 
Seeming has better fortune to attend it  
Then being sound at heart, and virtuous.  King. 
Profess all? nothing do, like those that live  
By looking to the Lamps of holy Temples,  
Who still are busy taking off their snuffs,  
But for their profit sake will add no oil;  
So these will check and sentence every fame,  
The blaze of riotous blood doth cast in others,  
And in themselves leave the sum most offensive,  
But he to do this? more deceives my judgement  
Than all the rest whose nature I have sounded.  Cham 
I know Sir, and have proved it.  King. 
Well my Lord  
To omit circumstance, I highly thank you  
For this late service you have done me here,  
Which is so great and meritorious  
That with my ablest power I scarce can quit you.  Cham 
Your sole acceptance (my dread sovereign)  
I more rejoice in, than in all the fortunes  
That ever chanced me, but when may it please  
Your Highness to order the execution?  
The haste thus fare hath spared no pinions.  King. 
No my Lord, your care  
Hath therein much deserved.  Cham 
But where proportion  
Is kept toth' end in things, at start so happy  
That end set on the crown.  King. 
I'll speed it therefore.  Cham 
Your thoughts direct it, they are winged.  Exit. King. 
I joy this boldness is condemned, that I may pardon,  
And therein get some ground in his opinion  
By so much bounty as save his life,  
And me thinks that weighed more, should sway the balance  
Twixt me and him, held by his own free justice,  
For I could never find him obstinate  
In any mind he held, when once he saw  
Th' error with which he laboured, and since now  
He needs must feel it, I admit no doubt,  
But that his alteration will beget  
Another sense of things 'twixt him and me;  
Whos's there?  
Go to the Captain of my ●uard, and will him  
To attend his condemned prisoner to me instantly.  As. 
I shall sir  Ewer Treasurer & Secretary King. 
My Lords, you were spectators of our Admiral.  Tre. 
And hearers too of his most just conviction,  
In which we witnessed over-weight enough  
In your great bounties, and as they there were weighed  
With all the feathers of his boasted merits.  King. 
Has felt a scorching trial, and the test  
(That holds fires utmost force) we must give metals  
That will not with the hammer, and the melting  
Confess their truth, and this same sense of feeling  
(Being ground to all the senses) hath one key  
More than the rest to let in through them all  
The minds true apprehension, that thence takes  
Her first conveyed intelligence. I long  
To see this man of confidence again:  
How think you Lords, will Chabot look on me,  
Now spoiled of the integrity, he boasted?  Sec. 
It were too much honour to vouchsafe your sight.  Tr. 
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.  Enter Asall, Captain, Admiral. Cap. 
Sir, I had charge given me by this Gentleman  
To bring your condemned prisoner to your presence.  King. 
You have done well, and tell the Queen, and our  
Lord Constable we desire their presence, bid  
Our Admiral's Lady, and her father too  
Attend us here, they are but new withdrawn.  As. 
I shall sir!  Tre. 
Do you deserve this confidence?  
He stands as all his trial were a dream.  Jac. 
He'll find the horror waking the King's troubled;  
Now for ● thunder-clap: the Queen and Constable.  Enter Queen, Constable, Wise and Father. Tr. 
I do not like their mixture.  King, 
My Lord Admiral,  
You made it your desire to have this trial  
That late hath passed upon you;  
And now you feel how vain is too much faith  
And flattery of yourself, as if your breast  
Were proof 'gainst all invasion, 'tis so slight  
You see it let's in death, what's past, hath been  
To satisfy your insolence, there remains  
That now we serve our own free pleasure, therefore  
By that most absolute power, with which all right  
Puts in my hands, these issues turns, and changes,  
I here in ear of all these, pardon all  
Your faults and forfeits, whatsoever sensured,  
Again advancing, and establishing  
Your person in all fullness of that state  
That ever you enjoyed before th' attainder▪  Tre. 
Wonderful, pardoned!  Wif. 
Heaven preserve the King.  Qu. 
Who for this will deserve all time to honour him.  Con. 
And live King's best example.  Fa. 
Son youare pardoned,  
Be sure you look hereafter well about you.  Adm. 
Vouchsafe great Sir to assure me what you said,  
You named my pardon.  King. 
And again declare it,  
For all crimes past, of what nature soever.  Adm. 
You cannot pardon me Sir.  King. 
How's that Philip?  Adm. 
It is a word carries too much relation  
To an offence, of which I am not guilty,  
And I must still be bold where truth still arms,  
In spite of all those frowns that would deject me  
To say I need no pardon.  King. 
Ha', how's this?  Fa. 
he's mad with overjoy, and answers nonsense.  King. 
Why, tell me Chabot, are not you condemned?  Adm. 
Yes, and that justifies me much the more,  
For whatsoever false report hath brought you,  
I was condemned for nothing that could reach  
To prejudice my life, my goods or honour,  
As first in firmness of my conscience,  
I confidently told you, not alas  
Presuming on your slender thread of favour,  
Or pride of fortunate and courtly boldness,  
But what my faith and justice bade me trust too,  
For none of all your learned assistant Judges,  
With all the malice of my crimes could urge,  
Or felony or hurt of sacred power.  King. 
Do any hear this, but myself? My Lords,  
This man still justifies his innocence,  
What prodigies are these? have not our Laws  
Past on his actions, have not equal judges  
Certified his arraignment, and him guilty  
Of capital Treason? and yet do I hear  
Chabot accuse all these, and quit himself.  Tr. 
It does appear distraction sir.  King. 
Did we  
Seem so indulgent to propose our free  
And royal pardon without suit or prayer,  
To meet with his contempt?  Sec. 
Vnhea●'d of impudence!  Ad. 
I were malicious to myself, and desperate  
To force untruths upon my soul, and when  
'tis clear, to confess a shame to exercise  
Your pardon sir, were I so foul and monstrous  
As I am given to you, you would commit  
A sin next mine, by wronging your own mercy  
To let me draw out impious breath, it will  
Release your wonder, if you give command  
To see your process, and if it prove other  
Tha● I presume to Inform, tear me in pieces.  King. 
Go for the Process, and the Chancellor,  
With the assistant judges. I thank heaven  Exit As. 
That with all these enforcements of distraction  
My reason stays so clear to hear, and answer,  
And ●● direct a message. This inversion  
Of all the loyalties, and true deserts  
That I believed I governed with, till now  
In my choice Lawyers, and chief Counsellors  
Is able to shake all my frame of reason.  Adm. 
I am much grieved.  King. 
No more, I do incline  
To think I am abused, my Laws betrayed  
And wrested to the purpose of my Judges,  
This confidence in Chabot turns my judgement,  
This was too wild away▪ to make his merits  
Stoop and acknowledge my superior bounties,  
That it doth raise, and six 'em passed my art,  
To shadow all the shame and forfeits mine.  Enter Asall, Chancellor, judges. As. 
The Chancellor and Judges Sir.  Tre. 
I like not  
This passion in the King, the Queen and Constable  
Are of that side.  King. 
My Lord, you dare appear then?  Cham 
Dare Sir, I hope.  King. 
Well done, hope still, and tell me,  
Is not this man condemned?  Cham 
Strange question Sir,  
The process will declare it, signed with all  
These my assistant brothers reverend hands  
To his conviction in a public trial.  King. 
You said for foul and monstrous facts proved by 〈◊〉  Cham 
The very words are there sir.  King. 
But the deeds  
I look for sir, name me but one that's monstrous?  Cham 
His foul comparisons, and affronts of you,  
To me seemed monstrous.  King. 
I told you them sir,  
Nor were they any that your so vast knowledge,  
Being a man studied in him, could produce  
And prove as clear as heaven, you warranted  
To make appear such treasons in the Admiral,  
As never all Laws, Volumes yet had sentenced,  
And France should look on, having scaped with wonder  
What in this nature hath been clearly proved  
In his arraignment.  
1. Nothing that we heard  
In slenderest touch urged by your Advocate.  King. 
Dare you affirm this too?  
2. Most confidently.  King. 
No base corruptions charged upon him.  
1. None sir.  Tr. 
This argues Chabot has corrupted him.  Se●. 
I do not like this.  
1. The sum of all  
Was urged to prove your Admiral corrupt,  
Was an exaction of his officers,  
Of twenty sauce taken from the Fishermen  
For every boat, and that fished the Normand coast.  King. 
And was this all  
The mountains, and the marvels promised me,  
To be in clear proof made against the life.  
Of our so hated Admiral.  jud. 
All sir,  
Upon our lives and consciences.  Cham 
I am blasted.  King. 
How durst you then subscribe to his conviction.  
1. For threats by my Lord Chancellor on the Bench,  
Affirming that your Majesty would have it  
Made capital treason, or account us traitors.  
2. Yet sir, we did put to our names with this  
Interposition of a note in secret  
In these two letters V, and I, to show  
We were enforced to what we did, which then  
In Law is nothing.  Fa. 
How do you feel your Lordship,  
Did you not find some stuffing in your head,  
Your brain should have been purged,  Cham 
I fall to pieces,  
Would they had rotten on the Bench.  King. 
And so you saved the peace of that high Court.  
Which otherwise his impious rage had broken,  
But thus am I by his malicious arts  
A parley rendered, and most tyrannous spur  
To all the open course of his base envies,  
A forcer of my judges, and a thirst  
Of my nobilities blood, and all by one,  
I trusted to make clear my love of justice.  Cham 
I beseech your Majesty, let all my zeal  
To serve your virtues, with a sacred value  
Made of your royal state, to which each least  
But shade of violence in any subject  
Doth provoke certain death.  King. 
Death on thy name  
And memory for ever, one command  
Our Advocate attend us presently.  As. 
He waits here.  King. 
But single death shall not excuse, thy skin  
Torn o'er thine ears, and what else can be inflicted●  
If thy life with the same severity  
Dissected cannot stand so many fires.  Sec. 
Tre. Be merciful great Sir.  King. 
Yet more amaze?  
Is there a knee in all the world beside  
That any humane conscience can let bow  
For him, youare traitors all that pity him.  Tr. 
This is no time to move.  King. 
Yet 'twas my fault  
To trust this wretch, whom I knew fierce and proud  
With forms of tongue and learning, what a prisoner  
Is pride of the whole 'slud of man? for as  
A humane seed is said to be a mixture  
And fair contemperature extracted from  
All our best faculties, so the seed of all  
Man's sensual frailty, may be said to abide,  
And have their confluence in only pride,  
It stupifies man's reason so, and dulls  
True sense of any thing, but what may fall  
In his own glory, quenches all the spirits  
That light a man to honour and true goodness.  As. 
Your Advocate.  Enter Advocate. King. 
Come hither.  Adu. 
My most gracious Sovereign.  Adm. 
Madam you infinitely oblige our duty.  Qu. 
I was too long ignorant of your worth my Lord,  
And this sweet Lady's virtue.  W●f. 
Both your servants.  Adm 
I never had a fear of the King's justice,  
And yet I Know not what creeps over my heart,  
And leaves an ice beneath it, my Lord Chancellor,  
You have my forgiveness, but implore heavens pardon  
For wrongs to equal justice, you shall want  
No charity of mine to mediate  
To the King for you.  Cham 
Horror of my soul  
Confounds my gratitude.  Con. 
To me now most welcome.  Adu. 
It was my allegiance sir, I did enforce,  
But by directions of your Chancellor,  
It was my office to advance your cause  
'Gainst all the world, which when I leave to execute,  
Flea me, and turn me out a most raw Advocate.  King. 
You see my Chancellor.  Adu. 
He has an ill look with him.  King. 
It shall be your province now, on our behalf  
To urge what can in justice be against him,  
His riot on our Laws, and corrupt actions  
Will give you scope and field enough.  Adu. 
And I  
Will play my law prize, never fear it sir.  
He shall be guilty of what you please, I am studied  
In him sir, I will squeeze his villainies,  
And urge his acts so whom into his bowels,  
The force of it shall make him hang himself,  
And save the Laws a labour.  King. 
judges, for all  
The poisonous outrage, that this viper spile  
On all my royal freedom and my Empire,  
As making all but servants to his malice,  
I will have you revise the late arraignment,  
And for those worthy reasons, that already  
Affect you for my Admiral's acquittal  
Employ your justice on this Chancellor, away with him,  
Arrest him Captain of my guard to answer  
All that due course of Law against him can  
Charge both his Acts and life.  Cap. 
I do arrest thee  Poyet 
Lord Chancellor in his Highness' name,  
To answer all that equal course of Law  
Can charge thy acts and life with.  Cham 
I Obey.  King. 
How false a heart corruption has, how base  
Without true worth are all these earth-bred glories?  
Oh blessed justice, by which all things stand,  
That stills the thunder, and makes lightning finke  
Twixt earth and heaven amazed, and cannot strike,  
Being proved so now in wonder of this man,  
The object of men's hate, and heavens bright love;  
And as in cloudy days, we see the Sun  
Glide over turrets, temples, richest fields,  
All those left dark, and slighted in his way,  
And on the wretched plight of some poor shed,  
Powers all the glories of his golden head;  
So heavenly virtue, on this envied Lord,  
Points all his graces, that I may dinstinguish  
Him better from the world.  Tre. 
You do him right.  King. 
But away judges, and pursue the afraignement  
Of this polluted Chancellor with that swiftness,  
His fury winged against my Admiral,  
And be you all, that sat on him compurgators  
Of me against this false judge.  jud. 
We are so.  King. 
Be you two joined in the commission,  
And nothing urged but justly, of me learning  
This one more lesson out of the events  
Of these affairs now past, that whatsoever  
Charge or Commission judges have from us,  
They ever make their aim ingenuous justice,  
Not partial for reward, or swelling favour,  
To which if your King steer you, spare to obey;  
For when his troubled blood is clear, and calm,  
He will repent that he pursued his rage,  
Before his pious Law, and hold that judge  
Unworthy of his place, that lets his censure  
Float in the waves of an imagined favour,  
This shipwrecks in the haven, and but wounds  
Their consciences that soothe the soon ebbed humours  
Of their incensed King.  Con. Tre. 
Royal and sacred.  King. 
Come Philip, shine thy honour now for ever,  
For this short temporal eclipse it suffered  
By th' interposed desire I had to try thee,  
Nor let the thought of what is past afflict thee,  
For my unkindness, live still circled here,  
The bright intelligence of our royal spheere.  Exeunt.  

Actus Quintus.  Enter Queen, Constable, Father. Qu. 
THe Admiral sick?  
Fa. With danger at the heart,  
I came to tell the King.  Con. 
He never had  
More reason in his soul, to entertain  
All the delights of health.  Fa. 
I fear my Lord,  
Some apprehension of the King's unkindness,  
By giving up his person, and his offices  
To the Law's gripe and search, is ground of his  
Sad change, the greatest fowls are thus oft wounded,  
If he vouchsafe his presence, it may quicken  
His fast decaying spirits, and prevent  
The hasty ebb of life.  Qu. 
The King is now  
Fraught with the joy of his fresh preservation,  
The news so violent, let into his ear,  
May have some dangerous effect in him,  
I would not counsel sir to that.  Fa. 
With greater reason  
I may suspect they'll spread my Lord, and as  
A river left his curled and impetuous waves  
Over the banks, by confluence of streams  
That fill and swell her channel, for by this time  
He has the addition of Allegres suffering,  
His honest servant, whom I met though feeble  
And worn with torture, going to congratulatë  
His Master's safety.  Qu. 
It seems he much  
Affected that Allegre.  Con. 
There will be  
But a sad interview and dialogue.  Qu. 
Does he keep his bed?  Fa. 
In that alone  
He shows a fortitude, he will move, and walk  
He says while his own strength or others can  
Support him, wishing he might stand and look  
His destiny in the face at the last summon,  
Not sluggishly exhaile his soul in bed,  
With indulgence, and nice flattery of his limbs.  Qu. 
Can he in this show spirit, and want force  
To wrestle with a thought?  Fa. 
Oh Madam, Madam,  
We may have proof against thë sword, and tyranny  
Of boisterous war that threatens us, but when  
King's frown, a Cannon mounted in each eye,  
Shoot death to apprehension, ere their fire  
And force approach us.  Enter King. Con. 
Here's the King.  Qu. 
No words  
To interrupt his quiet,  Fa. 
I'll begun then.  King. 
Our Admiral's father! call him back.  Qu. 
I won't stay to hear 'em.  Exit. Con. 
Sir, be prudent,  
And do not for your son fright the King's health.  Exit. King. 
What, ha' they left us? how does my Admiral?  Fa. 
I am forbid to tell you sir.  King. 
By whom.  Fa. 
The Queen and my Lord Constable.  King. 
Are there  
Remaining seeds of faction? have they souls  
Not yet convinced i'th' truth of Chabots' honour,  
Clear as the crystal heaven, and 'bove the reach  
Of imitation.  Fa. 
'tis their care of you,  
And no thought prejudicial to my son.  King. 
Their care of me?  
How can the knowledge of my Admiral's state  
Concern their fears of me, I see their envy  
Of Chabots' happiness, whose joy to be  
Rendered so pure and genuine to the world  
Doth grate upon their conscience and affright 'em;  
But let 'em vex, and bid my Chabot still  
Exalt his heart, and triumph, he shall hauë  
The access of ours, the kingdom shall put on  
Such joys for him as she would boast to celebratë  
Her own escape from ruin.  Fa. 
He is not in state to hear my sad news  
I perceive.  King. 
That countenance is not right, it does not answë●  
What I expect,  
Say, how is my Admiral?  
The truth upon thy life.  Fa. 
To secure his, I would you had.  King 
Ha'? Who durst oppose him?  Fa. 
One that hath power enough hath practised on him  
And made his great heart stoop.  King. 
I will revenge it  
With crushing, crushing that rebellious power to nothing.  
Name him.  Fa. 
He was his friend.  King. 
A friend to malice, his own black imposthume  
Burn his blood up, what mischief hath engendered  
New storms?  Fa. 
'tis the old tempest.  King. 
Did not we  
Appease all horrors that looked wild upon him?  Fa. 
You dressed his wounds I must confess, but made  
No cure, they bleed a fresh, pardon me sir,  
Although your conscience have closed too soon,  
He is in danger, and doth want new surgery  
Though he be right in fame, and your opinion,  
He thinks you were unkind.  King. 
Alas poor Chabot,  
Doth that afflict him.  Fa. 
So much, though he strive  
With most resolved and Adamantine nerves,  
As ever humane fire in flesh and blood,  
Forged for example, to bear all, so killing  
The arrows that you shot were (still your pardon)  
No Centaurs blood could rankle so.  King. 
If this  
Be all, I'll cure him, Kings retain  
More Balsam in their soul them hurt in anger.  Fa. 
Fare short sir, with one breath they uncreate,  
And Kings with only words more wounds can make  
Then all their kingdom made in balm can heal,  
'tis dangerous to play to wild a descant  
On numerous virtue, though it become Princes  
To assure their adventures made in every thing,  
Goodness confined 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.  Fa. 
I will not doubt that blessing, and shall move  
Nimbly with this command.  Exeunt. Enter Officers before, Treasurer, Secretary, and judges, attended by Petitioners, the Advocate also with many papers in his hand, they take their places. The Chancellor with a guard, and placed at the Bar. Tre. 
Did you believe the Chancellor had been  
So foul?  Sec. 
he's lost toth' people, what contempts  
They throw upon him? but we must be wise.  1 jud. 
Were there no other guilt, his malice shëwed  
Upon the Admiral, in orebearing justice,  
Would well deserve a sentence.  Tre. 
And a deep one.  2 jud. 
If please your Lordships to remember that  
Was specially commended by the King,  
As being most blemish to his royal person,  
And the free justice of his state.  Tre. 
Already  
He has confessed upon his examinations  
Enough for censure, yet to obey form—  
Mr. Advocate if you please—  Adu. 
I am ready for your Lordships: It hath been said, and will be said again, and may truly be justified, Omnia ex lite fieri. It was the position of Philosophers, and now proved by a more Phylosophycall sect, the Lawyers, that Omnia ex lite fiant, we are all made by Law, made I say, and worthily if we be just, if we be un just, marred, though in marring some, there is necessity of making others, for if one shall by the Law, ten to one but another is exalted by the execution of the Law, since the corruption of one must conclude the generation of another, though not always in the same profession; the corruption of an Apothecary, may be the generation of a Doctor of Physic; the corruption of a Citizen may beget a Courtier, & a Courtier may very well beget an Alderman, the corruption of an Alderman may be the generation of a Country justice, whose corrupt ignorance easily may beget a tumult, a tumult may beget a Captain, and the corruption of a Captain may beget a Gentleman-usher, and a Gentleman-usher may beget a Lord, whose wit may beget a Poet, and a Poet may get a thousand pound a year, but nothing without corruption.  Tre. 
Good Mr. Advocate be pleased to leave all digressions, and speak of the Chancellor.  Adu. 
Your Lordship doth very seasonably premonish, and I shall not need to leave my subject corruption, while I discourse of him, who is the very fen and stygian abyss of it, five thousand and odd hundred foul and impious corruptions, for I will be brief; have been found by several examinations, and by oaths proved against this odious and polluted Chancellor, a man of so tainted, and contagious a life, that it is a miracle any man enjoyeth his nostrils, that hath lived within the sent of his offices; he was borne with teeth in his head, by an affidavit of his Midwife, to note his devouring, and hath one toe on his left foot crooked, and in the form of an eagle's talon, to foretell his rapacity: What shall I say? branded, marked, and designed in his birth for shame and obloquy, which appeareth further by a mole under his right ear, with only three Witches hairs in't, strange and ominous predictions of nature.  Tre. 
You have acquainted yourself 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.  Adu. 
Your Lordship hath most aptly interposed, and with a word I shall easily satisfy all your judgements; He was then a Judge, and in Cathedra, in which he could not err; it may be your Lordship's cases, out of the chair and seat of justice, he hath his frailties, is loos'ed and exposed to the conditions of other humane natures; so every judge, your Lordships are not ignorant hath a kind of privilege while he is in his state, office and being, and although he may quoad se, internally and privately be guilty of bribery of justice, yet quoad nos, and in public he is an upright and innocent judge, we are to take no notice, nay, we deserved to suffer, if we should detect or stain him; for in that we disparage the Office, which is the Kings, and may be our own, but once removed from his place by just dishonour of the King, he is no more a judge but a common person, whom the law takes hold on, and we are then to forget what he hath been, and without partiality to strip and lay him open to the world, a counterfeit and corrupt judge, as for example, he may and aught to flourish in his greatness, and break any man's neck, with as much facility as a jest, but the case being altered, and he down, every subject shall be heard, a Wolf may be apparelled in a Lambskin; and if every man should be afraid to speak truth, nay and more than truth, if the good of the subject which are clients sometime require it, there would be no remove of Officers, if no remove no motions▪ if no motion in Court no heat, and by consequence but cold Terms; take away this moving, this removing of judges, the Law may bury itself in Buckram, and the kingdom suffer for want of a due execution; and now I hope your Lordships are satisfied.  Tre. 
Most learnedly concluded to acquity ourself.  1 jud. 
Mr. Advocate, please you to urge for satisfaction  
Of the world, and clearing the King's honour, how  
In justly he proceeded against the Admiral.  Adu. 
I shall obey your Lordship— So vast so infinite hath been the impudence of this Chancellor▪ not only toward the subject, but even the sacred person of the King, that I tremble as with a Palsy to remember it. This man, or rather this monster, having power and commission trusted for the examination of the Lord Admiral, a man perfect in all honour and justice; indeed the very ornament and second flower of France, for the Flower de lis, is sacred and above all flowers, and indeed the best flower in our garden. Having used all ways to circumvent his innocence by suborning and promising rewards to his betrayers, by compelling others by the cruelty of tortures, as namely Mounsieur Allegre a most honest and faithful servant to his Lord, tearing and extending his sinews upon the racke to force a confession to his purpose, and finding nothing prevail upon the invincible virtue of the Admiral.  Sec. 
How he would flatter him?  Adu. 
Yet most maliciously proceeded to arraign him; to be short against all colour of justice condemned him of high treasons; oh think what the life of man is, that can never be recompensed; but the life of a just man, a man that is the vigour and glory of our life and nation to be torn to death, and sacrificed beyond the malice of common persecution. What Tiger of Hercanian breed could have been so cruel? but this is not all? he was not guilty only of murder, guilty I may say In foro consctieniae, though our good Admiral was miraculously preserved, but unto this he added a most prodigious & fearful rape, a rape even upon justice itself, the very soul of our state, for the rest of the judges upon the Bench, venerable images of Austria, he most tyranously compelled to set their hands to his most unjust sentence; did ever story remember the like outrage and injustice; what forfeit, what penalty can be enough to satisfy this transcendent offence? and yet my good Lords, this is but venial to the sacrilege which now follows, and by him committed, not content with this sentence, not satisfied with horrid violence upon the sacred Tribunal, but he proceeds and blasphemes the very name and honour of the King himself, observe that, making him the author and impulsive cause of all these rapines, justifying that he moved only by his special command to the death, nay the murder of his most faithful subject, translating all his own black and damnable guilt upon the King's heirs, a traitor to his Country, first, he conspires the death of one whom the King loves, and whom every subject aught to honour, and then makes it no conscience to proclaim it the King's act, & by consequence declares him a murderer of his own, and of his best subjects.  Within 
An Advocate, an Advocate, tear him in pieces,  
Tear the Chancellor in pieces.  Tre. 
The people have deep sense of the Chancellor's injustice.  Sec. 
We must be careful to prevent their mutiny.  ● jud. 
It will become our wisdoms to secure the court  
And prisoner.  Tre. 
Captain of the guard.  
2. What can you say for yourself Lord Chancellor.  Cham 
Again, I confess all, and humbly fly to  
The royal mercy of the King.  Tre. 
And this submission is the way to purchase it.  Cham 
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, oh my Lords,  
Consider your own places, and the helms  
You sit 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 fare off in some Village.  Adu. 
How? Did your Lordship's note his request to you, he would direct your sentence to punish him with confining him to live in the country, like the Mouse in the Fable, that having offended to deserve death, begged he might be banished into a Parmesan. I hope your Lordships will be more just to the nature of his offences.  Sec. 
I could have wished him fall on softer ground  
For his good parts.  Tre. 
My Lord, this is your sentence for you high misdemeanours against his Majesty's judges, for your unjust sentence of the most equal Lord Admiral, for many and foul corruptions and abuse of your office, and that infinite stain of the King's person, and honour, we in his Majesty's 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 remaineth 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 Lordships have been merciful in his sentence.  Exit. 
They have spared my life then, that some cure may bring,  
I spend it in my prayers for the King.  Exeunt▪ Enter Admiral in his Gown and Cap, his Wife. Adm. 
Allegre I am glad he hath so much strength,  
I prithee let me see him.  Wif. 
It will but  
Enlarge a passion— my Lord he'll come  
Another time and tender you his service.  Adm. 
Nay then—  Wif. 
Although I like it not, I must obey.  Exit. Enter Allegre supported. Adm. 
Welcome my injured servant, what a misery  
Ha' they made on thee?  Al. 
Though some change appear  
Upon my body, whose severe affliction  
Hath brought it thus to be sustained by others,  
My hurt 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 to 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  
Can let before into me; didst not curse me  
Upon the torture?  Al. 
Good my Lord, let not  
The thought of what I suffered dwell upon  
Your memory, they could not punish more  
Than what my duty did oblige to bear  
For you and justice, but there's some thing 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, and one  
Lost to his hopes and honour, not the man  
Upon whose life the fury of unjustice  
Armed with fierce lightning, and the power of thunder,  
Can make no breach, I was not racked till now,  
There's more death in that falling eye, than all  
Rage ever yet brought forth, what accident sir can blast,  
Can be so black and fatal to distract  
The calm? the triumph that should sit upon  
Your noble brow, misfortune could have no  
Time to conspire with fate, since you were rescued  
By the great arm of providence, nor can  
Those garlands that now grow about your forehead  
With all the poison of the world be blasted.  Adm. 
Allegre, thou dost bear thy wounds upon thee,  
In wide and spacious characters, but in  
The volume of my sadness thou dost want  
An eye to read an open force, hath torn  
Thy manly sinews which sometime may cure  
The engine is not seen that wounds thy Master,  
Past all the remedy of art or time,  
The flatteries of Court, of fame or honours,  
Thus in the Summer a tall flourishing tree,  
Transplanted by strong hand, with all her leaves  
And blooming pride upon her makes a show  
Of Spring, tempting the eye with wanton blossom,  
But not the Sun with all her amorous smiles,  
The dews of mornings, or the tears of night,  
Can root her fibers in the earth again,  
Or make her bosom kind, to growth and bearing,  
But the tree withers, and those very beams  
That once were natural warmth to her soft verdure  
Dry up her sap and shoot a fever through  
The bark and rind, till she becomes a burden  
To that which gave her life: so Chabot, Chabot.  Al. 
Wonder in apprehension, I must  
Suspect your health indeed.  Adm. 
No no, thou sha'not  
Be troubled, I but stirred thee with a moral,  
That's empty contains nothing, I am well,  
See I can walk poor man, thou hast not strength yet.  Al. 
What accident is ground of this distraction?  Enter Admiral. Adm. 
Thou hast not heard yet what's become o'th' Chancellor?  Al. 
Not yet my Lord.  Adm. 
Poor gentleman, when I think  
Upon the King, I've balm enough to cure  
A thousand wounds, have I not Allegre?  
Was ever bounteous mercy read in story,  
Like his upon my life, condemned for sacrifice  
By Law, and snatched out of the flame unlooked for,  
And unpetitioned? but his justice then  
That would not spare whom his own love made great,  
But give me up to the most cruel test  
Of judges, for some boldness in defence  
Of my own merits, and my honest faith to him  
Was rare, past example.  Enter Father. Fa. 
Sir, the King  
Is coming hither.  Al. 
It will  
Become my duty sir to leave you now.  Adm, 
Stay by all means Allegre, ' 'tshall concernen you,  
I'm infinitely honoured in his presence.  Enter King, Queen, Constable, and Wife. King. 
Madam be comforted, I'll be his Physician.  Wif. 
Pray heaven you may.  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 cherished  
With care of my best life, 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 write there,  
That part of me shall never putrify,  
When I am lost in all my other dust.  Adm. 
You too much honour your poor servant sir,  
My heart dispares so rich a monument;  
But when it dies—  King. 
I wonot hear a sound  
Of any thing that trenched upon death,  
He speaks the funeral of my crown that prophecies  
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 savour sir,  
And by this overslow of royal grace,  
All my deserts are shadows and sly from me,  
I have not in the wealth of my desires,  
Enough to pay you now, yet you encourage me  
To make one suit.  King. 
So soon as named possess it.  Adm. 
You would be pleased take notice of this Gentleman,  
A Secretary of mine.  Con. 
Mounsieur Allegre,  
He that was racked sir for your Admiral.  Adm. 
His limbs want strength to tender their full duty,  
An honest man that suffers for my sake.  King. 
He shall be dear to us, for what has past sir  
By the unjustice of our Chancellor's power,  
we'll study to recompense, i'th' mean time that office  
You exercised for Chabot we translate  
To ourself, you shall be our Secretary.  Al. 
This is  
An honour above my weak desert, and shall  
Oblige the service of my life to satisfy it.  Adm. 
You are gracious, and in this act have put  
All our complaints to silence, you Allegre,  Enter Tresuror, Secretary. 
Cherish your health, and feeble limbs which cannot  
Without much prejudice be thus employed;  
All my best wishes with thee.  Al. 
All my prayers  
Are duties to your Lordship—  Exit. King. 
'tis too little,  
Can forfeit of his place, wealth, and a lasting  
Imprisonment purge his offences to  
Our honest Admiral, had our person been  
Exempted from his malice, he did persecute  
The life of Chabot with an equal wrath,  
You should have poured death on his treacherous head,  
I revoke all your sentences, and make  
Him that was wronged full Master of his destiny,  
Be thou his judge.  Adm. 
O fare be such injustice,  
I know his doom is heavy, and I beg  
Where mercy may be let into his sentence  
For my sake you would soften it, I have  
Glory enough to be set right in yours,  
And my dear country's thought, and by an act  
With such apparent notice to the world.  King. 
Express it in some joy then.  Adm. 
I will strive  
To show that pious gratitude to you but—  Kng. 
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 Chabots' spirit fall'n?  Qu. 
'tTwere best  
He were conveyed to his bed.  Wif. 
How soon turned widow.  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 then the King,  
Let him be last I look on.  King. 
I would not have him lost for my whole Kingdom.  Con. 
He may recover sir.  King. 
I see it fall,  
For justice being the prop of every Kingdom  
And mine broke, violating him that was  
The knot and contract of it all in him,  
It already falling in my eat,  
Pompey could hear it thunder, when the Senate  
And Capitol were deaf, so heavens loud chiding,  
I'll have another sentence for my Chancellor,  
Unless my Chabot live,  
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 scattered spirits,  
And be himself again, he shall divide  
My Kingdom with me.  Fa. 
Sweet King.  Adm. 
I observe  
A fierce and kill wrath engendered 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  
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 sealed else, your blessed hand live happy,  
May all you trust have no less faith than Chabot,  
Oh.  Wif. 
His heart is broken.  Fa. 
And kneeling sir,  
As his ambition were in death to show  
The truth of his obedience.  Con. 
I feared this issue.  Tre. 
he's past hope.  King. 
He has a victory in's death, this world  
Deserved him not, how soon he was translated  
To glorious eternity, 'tis too late  
To fright the air with words, my tears embalm him.  Wif. 
What can become of me?  Qu. 
I'll be your husband Madam, and with care  
Supply your children's father, to your father  
I'll be a son, in what our love or power  
Can serve his friends, Chabot shall ne'er be wanting,  
The greatest loss is mine, past scale or recompense,  
We will proceed no further 'gainst the Chancellor,  
To the charity of our Admiral he owes  
His life which ever banished to a prison,  
Shall not beget in us, or in the subject  
Now fears of his injustice, for his fortunes  
Great and acquired corruptly, 'tis our will  
They make just restitution for all wrongs  
That shall within a year be proved against him;  
O Chabot that shall boast as many monuments  
As there be hearts in France, which as they grow,  
Shall with more love enshrine thee, King's they say,  
Die not, or starve succession, oh why  
Should that stand firm, and Kings themselves despair,  
To find their subject still in the next heir▪  Exeunt.  
FINIS.