The Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora) · chunk 6 of 63
Killigrew, Henry · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [Jan 8(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
'tis no matter, he cannot cross us now, None but the Gods can do't, nor they without a miracle, great as was their providence Which hitherto hath saved us, we have not ta'en so many years to build a work up And then to have it ruined with a push: No, he that will shake't, must first o'erthrow A Kingdom, a Prince, a Law, so large The extents are, ne'er did plot thrive like it: It has infected with the holy sore The greatest part o'th' Realm, and catches daily Like some unheard of new opinions Straightened at first, and prisoned in the breasts Of two or three, gains strength by time, and ears, And daily fed by curiosity, Thrusts out at last the old and most received, And grows the whole religion of the place. When we have called our party forth, the work Will seem done, the thin numbers which are left Not deserving the name of enemies. The Tyrant then will see himself no more A King, only the wretched cause of war His power being ravished from him. While the fruit thus ripe, why do we let it grow? And spoil perhaps. We will not longer, only a little ceremony detains us, to crown our King, that past, our actions, and our thoughts shall then contend in motion. How sped your visit to the young Prince? Most happily, Oh had you seen with me there the dear cause Of this our danger, you would have thought it So no more, but stood contemning life, Thinking your blood ill stored within your veins, When that his service called it. Sure 'twas some such Shape and sweetness, which first slaved men And gained a Rule before there was a kingdom. You forgot your message to the Prince. O 'tis true, our next part is to delight ourselves in doing something, pray bear me company, we may get thanks for it another day. Devil, whether wilt thou hurl me? the ship Sunk under so much ill, nor can the earth Bear us both together, the greatest hills Press not her face with half that load; one thought Of goodness made me lighter than the waves And at an instant taught me how to swim. Harpastes? Melampus? Are we only scaped? I hope so. Then the storm has played the hangman, and saved us innocent. Innocent? what's that? it has saved us so much labour and a broken head perhaps. The wrack was great and full of horror. How the rogues prayed, and roared above the waves, vowed whole herds of offerings for their safety. But Neptune saved 'em charges and took the verger beasts. we scaped miraculously. I hope you'll burn no bullocks to the Sea. No, my vows were of another nature, I vowed To live well, and changed my bloody purpose. Thou didst not mean in earnest? I did then, but I no sooner touched the shore and safety but my old thoughts returned.
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Tis no matter, hee cannot crosse us now, None but the Gods can do't, nor they without a miracle, great as was their providence Which hitherto hath sav'd us, we have not Ta'ne so many yeares to build a worke up And then to have it ruind with a push: No, he that will shak't, must first orethrow A Kingdome, a Prince, a Law, so large The extents are, nere did plot thrive like it: It has infected with the holy sore The greatest part o'th Realme, and catches daily Like some unheard of new opinions Streigthned at first, and prisoned in the brests Of two or three, gaines strength by time, and eares, And dayly fed by curiosity, Thrusts out at last the old and most receiv'd, And growes the whole religion of the place. When we have calld our party forth, the worke Will seeme done, the thinne numbers which are left Not deserving the name of enemies. The Tyrant then will see himselfe no more A Klng, onely the wretched cause of warre His power being ravishd from him. While the fruit thus ripe, why doe we let it grow? And spoile perhaps. We will not longer, onely a little ceremony detaines us, to crowne our King, that past, our actions, and our thoughts shall then contend in motion. How sped your visit to the young Prince? Most happily, Oh had you seene with me there the deare cause Of this our danger, you would have thought it So no more, but stood contemning life, Thinking your blood ill stord within your veines, When that his service calld it. Sure twas some such Shape and sweetnesse, which first slav'd men And gain'd a Rule before there was a kingdome. You forgot your message to the Prince. O tis true, our next part is to delight our selves in doing something, pray beare me company, we may get thankes for it another day. Devill, whether wilt thou hurle mee? the ship Sunke under so much ill, nor can the earth Beare us both together, the greatest hills Presse not her face with halfe that load; one thought Of goodnesse made me lighter than the waves And at an instant taught me how to swim. Harpastes? Melampus? Are wee onely scap'd? I hope so. Then the storme has plaid the hangman, and sav'd us innocent. Innocent? what's that? it has sav'd us so much labor and a broken head perhaps. The wracke was great and full of horror. How the rogues praid, and rored above the waves, vowed whole heards of offerings for their safetie. But Neptune sav'd em charges and tooke the verger beasts. Wee scapt miraculously. I hope youle burne no bullocks to the Sea. No, my vowes were of another nature, I vowd To live well, and chang'd my bloody purpose. Thou didst not meane in earnest? I did then, but I no sooner toucht the shore and safety but my old thoughts returnd.