The Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora) · chunk 7 of 63
Killigrew, Henry · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [Jan 8(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T57 Ships, merchants and pirates typicality 0.89 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Come we'll go claim our hire, and swear we killed him before the storm, our fellows dead pay will fall to us, we'll demand for losses, ay, and our dangers too. If mine eyes deceive me not, here comes one will deny the payment. 'tis he, be resolute and follow me. How now friends, amazed at what's passed: dangers o'erblown are dreams, no more to be esteemed of, within this hour you would have given a world to stand thus, were it yours, let not smaller losses than afflict you, the greatest goods are trifles after such deliverance, our birth day was not half to us so happy as is this minute, than we had no sense of life, now we perceive and joy in't. What moved these villain's hatred? sure they know me not, nor did I ere see them before this voyage, they could not hope for money, there's more in't, here's a paper which may chance to tell me something, by this I see they are murderers, what's here, a beard and hair? black patches, sure 'tis their trade they are so furnished, both of the same profession. I am glad to hear you have found Pallantus, receive this man the bearer into your company and council, and if your secret practises fail you, assault him openly, and by violence perform the murder: let the one or other be done speedily, my employments here for you, are many and instant. Art thou the Lord? my wonder then is done, Thy treacheries is greater than thy hate, And that too is something more than malice Above the search of innocence, a knot Unto the subtlest Traitors, a riddle To thyself; were not thy home villainies Enough, but thou must maintain thy Factors Out for lives in foreign Kingdoms? bloody Merchant. I have lain hid so long, am now So new formed by time, no friend can know me. Hate, thine eyes are more perceiving far than Friendship; I have not dared to name myself, Because with it I do name my Father, And yet thou hast it perfect; him with Many more, who were too good to look on So much ill, as thine and thy father's lives, Were made away— ease; my breast, or too much Rage, instead of a Revenger, will turn me A stock, a fool; Hear me you banished gods, For I may justly fear, if that your Powers Are absent anywhere, 'tis from this place Where tyranny doth reign; on this Altar I do vow to be your Martyr, if not Your surviving instrument, ne'er to let Fall your vengeance, till it light on those which Slew the King, your King, the image of your Goodness, which killed the Prince, and dared to say That he was lost, lost indeed; which on the Princess do intend a rape, their marriage is No better, which killed my father, and last Resolved on me: Had I a thousand lives I'd gauge them here And think your Judgement yet not bought too dear.
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Come weele goe claime our hire, and sweare wee kild him before the storme, our fellowes dead pay will fall to us, weele demand for losses, I, and our dangers too. If mine eyes deceive mee not, here comes one will deny the payment. Tis he, be resolute and follow me. How now friends, amazde at what's past: dangers oreblowne are dreames, no more to bee esteem'd of, within this houre you would have given a world to stand thus, were it yours, let not smaller losses then afflict you, the greatest goods are trifles after such deliverance, our birth day was not halfe to us so happie as is this minute, then wee had no sense of life, now we perceive and ioy in't. What mov'd these villaines hatred? sure they know me not, nor did I ere see them before this voyage, they could not hope for money, there's more in't, heres a paper which may chance to tell me something, by this I see they are murtherers, what's here, a beard and haire? blacke patches, sure tis their trade they are so furnish'd, both of the same profession. I am glad to heare you have found Pallantus, receive this man the bearer into your company and councell, and if your secret practises faile you, assault him openly, and by violence performe the murther: let the one or other bee done speedily, my imployments here for you, are many and instant. Art thou the Lord? my wonder then is done, Thy treacheries is greater than thy hate, And that too is something more than malice Above the search of innocence, a knot Unto the subtilest Traytors, a riddle To thy selfe; were not thy home villanies Enough, but thou must maintaine thy Factors Out for lives in forraigne Kingdomes? bloody Marchant. I have laine hid so long, am now So new form'd by time, no friend can know me. Hate, thine eyes are more perceiving farre than Friendship; I have not dar'd to name my selfe, Because with it I doe name my Father, And yet thou hast it perfect; him with Many more, who were too good to looke on So much ill, as thine and thy fathers lives, Were made away — ease; my brest, or too much Rage, instead of a Revenger, will turne me A stocke, a foole; Heare me you banisht gods, For I may justly feare, if that your Powers Are absent any where, 'tis from this place Where tyranny doth raigne; on this Altar I doe vow to be your Martyr, if not Your surviving instrument, nere to let Fall your vengeance, till it light on those which Slew the King, your King, the image of your Goodnesse, which killd the Prince, and dar'd to say That he was lost, lost indeed; which on the Princesse doe intend a rape, their marriage is No better, which kill'd my father, and last Resolv'd on me: Had I a thousand lives I'de gage them here And thinke your Indgement yet not bought too deare.