The Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora) · chunk 19 of 63
Killigrew, Henry · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [Jan 8(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 464 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
Sr. your Love is welcome. We are both your humble creatures. While Morpheus thus doth gently lay His powerfull charge upon each part, Making thy spirits even obay The silver charmes of his dull Art: I thy good Angell from thy side, As smoke doth from the Alter rise, Making no noyse as it doth glide Will leave thee in this softe surprize. And from the Clouds will fetch thee downe A holy vision to expresse, Thy right unto an earthly Crowne: No power can make this Kingdome lesse. But gently, gently least I bring A start in sleepe by suddaine flight, Playing a loose, and hovering, Till I am lost unto the sight. This is a motion still, and soft So free from noyse or crie, That Jove himselfe who heares a thought Knows not when we passe by. There he sits, and sleep hath seized on him, which seldom does so at a seasoned hour, but still he takes it when it comes, not when 'tis due, when weariness and not the warnings of the night do prompt him to it. He says to sleep because the day is gone, is to perform a duty not a necessity, and to eat at a certain hour to satisfy the time, and not his hunger. Nature is the Mistress of his faculties and no custom, which are rude and stubborn and will admit not Laws but what themselves enact, nor strictly observe them neither. 'tis a strange distraction for 16. years, a deeper discontent possesses him then doth the memories of those, which have run the miseries, and sins of a long life. This desolate happiness is all that he enjoys, and this I am commanded to break from him. Why are you thus cruel in your care? did you but know the felicities you have waked me from, you would have rocked my sleep for ever, thought it a greater mercy to have killed, then thus to have divorced me, I was wrapped into the company of men, of gods, if compared with those we here converse with, enjoyed the most excellent things, there more, excellent, and glorified, was Crowned a King o'er all and with a traitorous push you have deposed me. Alas how fading is my happiness, which a small noise or motion can dissolve, nay turn to nothing. Let that reason make you scorn'em, and aim at lasting ones. Were their longest life but three minutes, and that time uncertain, they were to be preferred before the realest, and most continuing you could think on, these are pure and celestial pleasures, to be fed on only by the fantasy, I'll in and again invite them with a slumber. I must forbear my remedies 'tis dangerous applying Physic in a fit.
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Sr. your Love is welcome. We are both your humble creatures. While Morpheus thus doth gently lay His powerfull charge upon each part, Making thy spirits even obay The silver charmes of his dull Art: I thy good Angell from thy side, As smoke doth from the Alter rise, Making no noyse as it doth glide Will leave thee in this softe surprize. And from the Clouds will fetch thee downe A holy vision to expresse, Thy right unto an earthly Crowne: No power can make this Kingdome lesse. But gently, gently least I bring A start in sleepe by suddaine flight, Playing a loose, and hovering, Till I am lost unto the sight. This is a motion still, and soft So free from noyse or crie, That Jove himselfe who heares a thought Knows not when we passe by. There he sits, and sleepe hath seized on him, which seldome does so at a season'd houre, but still he takes it when it comes, not when tis due, when wearinesse and not the warnings of the night doe prompt him to it. Hee sayes to sleepe because the day is gon, is to performe a duty not a necessity, and to eate at a certaine houre to satisfie the time, and not his hunger. Nature is the Mistris of his faculties and no custome, which are rude and stubborne and will admit not Lawes but what themselves enact, nor stricktly observe them neyther. Tis a strange distraction for 16. yeares, a deeper discontent possesses him then doth the memories of those, which have runne the miseryes, and sinnes of a long life. This desolate happines is all that he enjoyes, and this I am commanded to breake from him. Why are you thus crewell in your care? did you but know the felicityes you have wak't me from, you would have rockt my sleepe for ever, thought it a greater mercy to have kill'd, then thus to have divor'st me, I was wrapt into the company of men, of gods, if compar'd with those we here converse with, enjoy'd the most excellent things, there more, excellent, and glorified, was Crown'd a King o're all and with a traytorous push you have depos'd me. Alas how fading is my happines, which a small noyse or motion can dissolve, nay turne to nothing. Let that reason make you scorne'em, and aime at lasting ones. Were their longest life but three minutes, and that time uncertaine, they were to be preferr'd before the reallest, and most continuing you could thinke on, these are pure and celestiall pleasures, to be fed on onely by the fantasie, I'le in and againe invite them with a slumber. I must forbeare my remedies 'tis dangerous applying Physicke in a fit.