The Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora) · chunk 3 of 63
Killigrew, Henry · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [Jan 8(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe typicality 0.76 · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T9: play, stage, poet, prologue, author, wit, plays, muse, scene, players.
Tragedia. Blessed Theatre: how fair, and glorious shine Hath filled thy several spaces! how divine, And heavenly Lustre! all the lights above, Leaving their mansions where they nightly move To shade, and darkness. Have in this one Sphere Combined their aspects, and consented here. Never was Roof (as at these Nuptial ties) Filled with so bright auspicious Deities, Such glad presages; all they once did mean By Hymen's, Cupids, all their Genial seen Of loves, and laughters, that were wont t' appear To make an union fortunate are here, All in this presence; from you Royal Throne They fly throughout this Round, on every one That here beholds, with hovering wings they light, And breed in all a cheerful appetite To what we shall present, which if you deign Still to send forth (great Princes) and maintain 'Twill make ev'n Tragedy herself to smile, Ev'n me grow jocund, and forget the while My dreadful person to prevaricate From what I am, and change my sadder cries To paeans, and to Epithalamies. It will from those two lovers by its sway Ravish their plighted hearts another way, From them to their great guests, when they shall spy The powers, that formerly vouchsafed to tie Their lasting knot again with the same grace With which they once encouraged their embrace, To smile upon their service, 'twill bring on In their dear Breasts a Rare contention Of zeal to your delight— Such grace commands, A strife of duty though from joined hands. SO, dispatch, dispatch, what wines are those? The late present from the Merchants. 'tis well. Are all things ready fellows? the King's on entering. 1 They are my Lord. Ha, ha, ha, no happiness like the Fools, Comastes? No, none Sir, he's mirth itself, and the cause of it in others, they say all pleasure is a shadow, then that which we enjoy is but the shadow of a shadow, hardly the Picture of what he embraces; our Delights are faint, thwarted by the Conscience, started with fears, and after an hour of pleasure a week of repentance; in which time we live by rule, and not by custom, laugh not though the jest be good, nor rage though at a just cause; but sickly whisper out our sayings, as though they were our last and eat our chickens with the curtains drawn, when the Fool lusts with his whole soul too, and sins till he's weary, knows no Conscience but his want that way; nor remorse but disability. Hah, ha, ha. Nature never showed her liberality more than to those she was sparing of her best gifts to, she houses wisdom in a body full of decays, and requires her whole strength to bear off the ruin, measures his legs with the spiders, gives him pale and wan looks, scarce altered from the earth he was made of, where to the Idiot she bestows a body equal with the bulk of trees, and arms as Thunder-proof, makes him a strong, a large, and healthy fool. Ha, ha; ha.
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Tragedia. Blest Theatre: how faire, and glorious shine Hathfild thy severall spaces! how divine, And heavenly Lustre! all the lights above, Leaving their mansions where they nightly move To shade, and darkenesse. Have in this one Sphere Combinde their aspects, and consented here. Never was Roofe (as at these Nuptiall tyes) ild with so bright auspitious Deities, Such glad presages; all they once did meane By Hymens, Cupids, all their Geniall seene Of loves, and laughters, that were wont t' appeare To make an union fortunate are heere, All in this presence; from you Royall Throne They fly throughout this Round, on every one That heere beholds, with hovering winges they light, And breed in all a cheerefull appetite To what we shall present, which if you daigne Still to send forth (great Princes) and maintaine 'Twill make ev'n Tragedy her selfe to smile, Ev'n me grow jocound, and forget the while My dreadfull person to prevaricate From what I am, and change my sadder cryes To Peans, and to Epithalamies. It will from those two lovers by its sway Ravish their plighted hearts another way, From them to their great guests, when they shall spie The powers, that formerly vouchsaf't to tie Their lasting knot againe with the same grace With which they once incourag'd their embrace, To smile upon their service, 'twill bring on In their deere Brests a Rare contention Of zeale to your delight — Such grace commands, A strife of duty though from joyned hands. SO, dispatch, dispatch, what wines are those? The late present from the Merchants. Tis well. Are all things ready fellowes? the King' son entring. 1 They are my Lord. Ha, ha, ha, no happinesse like the Fooles, Comastes? No, none Sir, hees mirth it selfe, and the cause of it in others, they say all pleasure is a shadow, then that which wee enjoy is but the shadow of a shadow, hardly the Picture of what he imbraces; our Delights are faint, thwarted by the Conscience, started with feares, and after an hower of pleasure a weeke of repentance; in which time wee live by rule, and not by custome, laugh not though the jest bee good, nor rage though at a just cause; but sickly whisper out our sayings, as though they were our last and eate our chickens with the curtaines drawne, when the Foole lusts with his whole soule too, and sinnes till hee's weary, knowes no Conscience but his want that way; nor remorse but disability. Hah, ha, ha. Nature never shewed her liberality more than to those she was sparing of her best gifts to, shee houses wisedome in a body full of decayes, and requires her whole strength to beare off the ruine, measures his legges with the spiders, gives him pale and wan lookes, scarce altered from the earth hee was made of, where to the Ideot she bestowes a body equall with the bulke of trees, and armes as Thunder-proofe, makes him a strong, a large, and healthy foole. Ha, ha; ha.