The Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora) · chunk 1 of 63
Killigrew, Henry · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [Jan 8(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 465 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
S Some back again, this way myself will take, And as you go, call those chaster woodmen To your aid, who often help us in the chase, Mingle with every step a call, and if An echo but resound her name, utter't Again, until y'are confirmed. I've lost a Nymph in whom I gloried more Than all those prouder Trophies to my name, She excelled in Fame, in Birth, in Beauty, And being Patroness of her, well I might Be called the goddess of Strict Chastity. She was herself a guard unto herself, Her Beauty so commanding good, did keep Her chastity; and her chastity, made Her beauty safe, lust might sooner gaze to Virtue in her eyes, then spy one of its Known Deformities.— And much I fear, some Satire, or worse power Hath betrayed her innocent Steps, and now Detains her, adoring yet what he means To spoil, or Jove again in some various Shape of Love, wrongs both his Deity, and me— And why bright Phoebe, may not a more Equal Love. Endymion, Hippolytus, Or a fairer youth persuade her not from Her chastity, but you?— Juno on the earth? But this thoughts too likely, and to common To be entertained: you think if ought be Lost, it must be lost afar, pass Hymen's Temple that borders on your groves, and search The Caves. Nay believe heaven's a nearer Enemy, if Jove do court her 'tis in The shape of Ganymede, for such was he That led her from your train. But turn and prove How much y'are lost in fears, not she in love. See in this glorious perspective, where sits Your so deplored Nymph, and the lovely satire That ensnared her. Can you 'gainst his nobler Breast bend a dart? or wish it thither? See where Cupid stands, and laughs, ready In his just offence, if you shoot, to shoot Another. Tempt him not at so great odds, Oft times such beauty hath inflamed the gods. It seems you little deal in marriages, That could be so ignorant of this day, Than which, none was ever more expected, More proclaimed. This was no midnight bargain, Nor stolen match: but like unto the lovers, Known and eminent. First, by their Parents Thought on and concluded who were not sad Judges, but Prophets of their after loves, Then deferred till Minerva had enriched The one, and your purer Laws the other. And last of all, when in this high manner, Fame with her loudest blast had askest the bonds, And none was found so boldly bad, nor proudly Envious to intrude, joined they were by the Sacred hand of Majesty. Why droops Diana? Thus daily to behold the noblest of my train Snatched from me, and Hymen's torch outshine the Virgin Taper.
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S Some back againe, this way my selfe will take, And as you goe, call those chaster wood-men To your aide, who often helpe us in the chace, Mingle with every step a call, and if An eccho but resound her name, utter't Againe, untill y'are confirm'd. I've lost a Nimph in whom I gloried more Then all those prouder Trophyes to my name, She excell'd in Fame, in Birth, in Beauty, And being Patronesse of her, well I might Be cal'd the goddesse of Strict Chastity. She was her selfe a guard unto her selfe, Her Beauty so commanding good, did keepe Her chastity; and her chastity, made Her beauty safe, lust might sooner gaze to Virtue in her eyes, then spie one of its Knowne Deformities. — And much I feare, some Satyre, or worse power Hath betray'd her innocent Stepps, and now Detaines her, adoring yet what he meanes To spoile, or Jove againe in some various Shape of Love, wrongs both his Deity, and me — And why bright Phoebe, may not a more Equall Love. Endimion, Hippolitus, Or a fairer youth perswade her not from Her chastity, but you? — Juno on the earth? But this thoughts too likely, and to common To be entertained: you thinke if ought be Lost, it must be lost a farre, passe Hymen's Temple that borders on your groves, and search The Caves. Nay beleeve heaven's a neerer Enemy, if Jove doe court her tis in The shape of Ganimede, for such was hee That led her from your traine. But turne and prove How much y'are lost in feares, not she in love. See in this glorious perspective, where sits Your so deplored Nymph, and the lovely Satyr That insnar'd her. Can you 'gainst his nobler Brest bend a dart? or wish it thither? See where Cupid stands, and laughes, ready In his just offence, if you shoote, to shoote Another. Tempt him not at so great ods, Oft times such beauty hath inflam'd the gods. It seemes you little deale in marriages, That could be so ignorant of this day, Then which, none was ever more expected, More proclaim'd. This was no midnight bargaine, Nor stolne match: but like unto the lovers, Knowne and eminent. First, by their Parents Thought on and concluded who were not sad Judges, but Prophets of their after loves, Then deferrd till Minerva had inrich'd The one, and your purer Lawes the other. And last of all, when in this high manner, Fame with her lowdest blast had askst the bonds, And none was found so boldly bad, nor proudly Envious to intrude, joynd they were by the Sacred hand of Majesty. Why droopes Diana? Thus daily to behold the noblest of my traine Snatcht from me, and Hymens torch out-shine the Virgin Taper.