The Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora) · chunk 12 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 0.88 · 528 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
'tis too much to hinder, I see a causelesse and a nee lesserage Hid in your breast the Prince may be noble, Valiant, if you receive him then with scorn, he'll prove a stronger enemy than those Unworthy ones you fear at home, whose own Actions daily ruin, and whose ill made Knots will loosen faster than they tie them; You have prevailed with me, I'll not be won To see him now: but let it not appear By your default, and that my retirement Is only in scorn to him, which will be Made plain, if that you change not this face you Have put on, it becomes you at no time; A Prince should always smile or look indifferent, He has no need of frowns, as other men, All lives are in his breath, and if they do Offend, his revenge is known, and need not Be declared by face expressions, where there's Power to punish 'tis tyranny to rage, Anger is no attribute of justice; 'tis true, she's painted with a sword, but looks As if she held it not, though war be in Her hand, yet peace dwells in her face; learn once Of me, and when you have no cause of a Distemper, express none; now you have made All sure, doubt not, but receive the Stranger With fearless and confident embraces. I will, or at least I'll tell thee so when thou persuad'st me thus. Farewell. Thy subtle plots will ruin thee at last, Valour and policy do seldom meet, Yet here they are in their extremes in one, But do most strangely divide the owner, Makes him dread none, and yet confirms him not Within a guard. What can our wishes deprecate. When vice is made both Law and fate! When for the good o'th' Commonweal The councils called to Plot a Meal, And Beasts brought in with solemn cry. As spoils got from the enemy. Chorus. Whose life's the Table and the Stage, He doth not spend but lose his age. The king's eyes, like his Jewels, be Set to Adorn, not to foresee: And as his Crown: he thinks each thing Runs round in a continued Ring. But Sacrifices crowned be And garlands fit for Destiny. Chorus. Fates then we fear, have writ this lot That Wine shall lose what blood hath got. Is this your royal entertainment? a Common host would have given one as civil; shown his guests their quarter, and then left them to stumble out again; my receivers are all vanished— An undeserving scorn will trouble me— neither of the two Princes were in the train; they might have trusted 'em, I could have gage a Kingdom for their security. The meanest things displease me not, if they are the fullest offerings of the place, and gratefully I can submit to the necessity: but where they are afforded I can relish nothing but the choicest, and look on aught but what invites the general and first eye, here a continual Spring and Harvest make but one season, no scarcity doth dwell but in their minds, and then I think myself neglected with the best things.
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Tis too much to hinder, I see a causelesse and a nee lesserage Hid in your brest the Prince may be noble, Valiant, if you receive him then with scorne, Hee'l prove a stronger enemy than those Unworthy ones you feare at home, whose own Actions daily ruine, and whose ill made Knots will loosen faster than they ty them; You have prevaild with me, Ile not be wonne To see him now: but let it not appeare By your default, and that my retirement Is onely in scorne to him, which will be Made plaine, if that you change not this face you Have put on, it becomes you at no time; A Prince should alwaies smile or look indifferent, He has no need of frownes, as other men, All lives are in his breath, and if they doe Offend, his revenge is knowne, and need not Be declar'd by face expressions, where ther's Power to punish tis tyranny to rage, Anger is no attribute of Iustice; Tis true, shee's painted with a sword, but lookes As if shee held it not, though warre be in Her hand, yet peace dwells in her face; learne once Of me, and when you have no cause of a Distemper, expresse none; now you have made All sure, doubt not, but receive the Stranger With fearelesse and confident imbraces. I will, or at least Ile tell theeso when thou perswadst me thus. Farewell. Thy subtile plots will ruine thee at last, Valour and policie doe seldome meete, Yet here they are in their extreames in one, But doe most strangely divide the owner, Makes him dread none, and yet confirmes him not Within a guard. What can our wishes deprecate. When vice is made both Law and fate! When for the good o'th Common-weale The councells cald to Plot a Meale, And Beasts brought in with solemne cry. As spoiles got from the enimy. Chorus. Whose life's the Table and the Stage, He doth not spend but loose his age. The Kings eyes, like his Jewells, be Set to Adorne, not to foresee: And as his Crowne: he thinkes each thing Runnes round in a continved Ring. But Sacrifices crowned bee And Gardlands fit for Destiny. Chorus. Fates then we feare, have writ this lot That Wine shall loose what blood hath got. Is this your royall entertainment? a Common host would have given one as civill; shewne his guests their quarter, and then left them to stumble out againe; my receavers are all vanisht — An undeserving scorne will trouble me— neyther of the two Princes were in the traine; they might have trusted 'em, I could have gag'd a Kingdome for their security. The meanest things displease me not, if they are the fullest offerings of the place, and gratefully I can submit to the necessity: but where they are afforded I can relish nothing but the choysest, and looke on ought but what invites the generall and first eye, here a continuall Spring and Harvest make but one season, no scarsity doth dwell but in their minds, and then I thinke my selfe neglected with the best things.