The Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora) · chunk 10 of 63
Killigrew, Henry · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [Jan 8(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.79 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Sr. the King congratulates your safety and is glad of your arrival, though the cause were dangerous, you would have obliged him much, Sr. if you had been bound for Creta. The King is royal and chides me kindly, he binds a stranger ever to his Service. His Majesty expects you'll honour him with your presence this night at Court. I shall wait upon him, but my Lord I must first desire, you'll honour me with your company a Shipboard, I shall not need to excuse a Soldier's entertainment, I doubt not but your Lordship knows it well, plainness is half the praise on't. Sir, you are the envy of our neighbour Princes, you so far exceed them in a brave command. I ne'er was happy in the like sight before, and my Lord, they that can boast the strangest, have not seen one so common and so rare; your Navy looks as if she wore the spoils of a whole Land, or came to buy them. My Lord, you'll make me proud, your presence yet will add unto its glory. Found dead upon the Shore? I my Lord, thrown into a cliff by certain Fishermen. Were they drowned? No my Lord, there were many wounds found upon their bodies, and yet their clothes were wet. 'tis strange, were there but two? No my Lord. That's stranger yet, reward the men, and command them make no further search, nor speak of it, let it die with you too, do ye hear? The villains have robbed at their return, and got their Deaths that way, I ne'er could spare them worse, the State stands in greater need of theirs, than of the sword of Justice. Rodia? My Lord. Is your Lady to be spoke with? Always my Lord by you, but now she's coming forth. Save you sweet sister. O you are welcome Sir. Sure Eudora, Venus and the Graces had their hands today about you, you look fairer than yourself, and move in the Sphere of love and beauty. Cupid has taken his stand up in your eyes, and shoots at all that come before him; pray Venus he miss me. When begins your serious? These are the sweet looks that captivate the Prince in a free country, and this the dress that must enchant him, ha? There is no charm in't certainly, it pleased me the least of many, no, 'tis your fair Mistress which bears those Love-nets about her, if the Stranger scape her he's safe. Had better kill his father, and then gaze upon the spectacle, than look upon her with the eyes of love. Nay then you are cruel, would you have him stronger than yourself was? if he be guilty the same doom must light on you too. But I have prevailed so far that he shall be free from the Danger both of love and seeing, she'll not be there; nor must you make up his entertainment.
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Sr. the King congratulates your safety and is glad of your arrivall, though the cause were dangerous, you would have oblig'd him much, Sr. if you had beene bound for Creta. The King is royall and chides me kindly, he binds a stranger ever to his Service. His Majesty expects youle honor him with your presence this night at Court. I shall wait upon him, but my Lord I must first desire, youle honour mee with your company a Ship-board, I shall not need to excuse a Souldiers entertainment, I doubt not but your Lordship knowes it well, plainnesse is halfe the praise on't. Sir, you are the envie of our neighbour Princes, you so farre exceed them in a brave command. I nere was happie in the like sight before, and my Lord, they that can boast the strangest, have not seene one so common and so rare; your Navie lookes as if shee wore the spoiles of a whole Land, or came to buy them. My Lord, youle make me proud, your presence yet will adde unto its glory. Found dead upon the Shore? I my Lord, throwne into a cliffe by certaine Fishermen. Were they drown'd? No my Lord, there were many wounds found upon their bodies, and yet their clothes were wet. Tis strange, were there but two? No my Lord. That's stranger yet, reward the men, and command them make no further search, nor speake of it, let it dy with you too, doe yee heare? The villaines have robd at their returne, and got their Deaths that way, I neere could spare them worse, the State stands in greater need of theirs, than of the sword of Justice. Rodia? My Lord. Is your Lady to be spoke with? Alwayes my Lord by you, but now shee's comming forth. Save you sweet sister. O you are welcome Sir. Sure Eudora, Venus and the Graces had their hands to day about you, you looke fairer than your selfe, and move in the Sphere of love and beauty. Cupid has taken his stand up in your eyes, and shoots at all that come before him; pray Venus he misse mee. When begins your serious? These are the sweet lookes that captivate the Prince in a free country, and this the dresse that must inchant him, ha? There is no charme in't certainely, it pleasd mee the least of many, no, tis your faire Mistris which beares those Love-nets about her, if the Stranger scape her hee's safe. Had better kill his father, and then gaze upon the spectacle, than looke upon her with the eyes of love. Nay then you are cruell, would you have him strongger then your selfe was? if he be guilty the same doome must light on you too. But I have prevaild so farre that he shall be free from the Danger both of love and seeing, shee'l not bee there; nor must you make up his entertainement.