The Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora) · chunk 23 of 63
Killigrew, Henry · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [Jan 8(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Sir, I am sorry, 'twas my love, my love That so did dictate to me, my desire That your sports might follow one another, And succeed so just that they may seem to Bring the season on, and not the season, Them, that thus they might continue ever, But 'twas that they might continue, and not Fall by treason. But Sir, I will no more, I shall hereafter think't more piety Hand in hand to fall in perils with you, Than myself to bring them. What wouldst thou have? The power I have is wholly thine, if that I never did deny, was not thought given, Now I do, take all the means thou canst by Law or Majesty to remove thy fears. Sir, I thank you, humbly thus low I thank you, Nor will I in a compliment return It back again, till I have made you safe; I shall go to work like a resolute, But skilful Surgeon, that dares feel and search A wound, and if he find dead flesh dares cut It off, or more corruption will not spare A limb. May I hope to see such happiness? To enjoy it hourly, and to the end, or I shall curse myself else. It is the power of Princes for to change The place the come in to a Court, but this Lady bears such divinity about her, That where she comes, she consecrates the place A Temple, methinks a sacred awe doth Fill the room resulting from her presence. How happy were those times which saw a King And Council of the same blessed temper, Informed with souls like hers; that knew no vice But what they punished, nor learned it further Than the law and common place instructed; In that great Massacre (I may rather say) Of virtues than of men, all that fled not To this holy Sanctuary were crushed to nothing. Can I no way be a helper? Only with your prayers, the men will o'ercome, and the Gods, who must with piety be conquered, we'll leave to your goodness, but madam you must yet conceal your joys, and not speak them with a look. This is the hardest task, the first is so just and righteous that in itself it is both prayer and sacrifice. There are but a few days now, as I may truly say, to crown our labours, our greatest care is how we shall provide for your grace before the time, your stay here may be dangerous. Take no care for me, my Lord, which way soe'er the fortune goes, I shall be safe from all, but from myself. Madam the Prince. So fell the cloud from off the Trojan Lord, Not able to embrace such rays within, But being pierced, turned all at once to air, And left thin closed as dazzling as the Sun.
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Sir, I am sorrie, 'twas my love, my love That so did dictate to mee, my desire That your sports might follow one another, And succeed so just that they may seeme to Bring the season on, and not the season, Them, that thus they might continue ever, But 'twas that they might continue, and not Fall by treason. But Sir, I will no more, I shall hereafter think't more piety Hand in hand to fall in perills with you, Then my selfe to bring them. What wouldst thou have? The power I have is wholly thine, if that I never did deny, was not thought given, Now I doe, take all the meanes thou canst by Law or Majesty to remove thy feares. Sir, I thanke you, humbly thus low I thank you, Nor will I in a complement returne It backe againe, till I have made you safe; I shall goe to worke like a resolute, But skillfull Surgeon, that dares feele and search A wound, and if hee finde dead flesh dares cut It off, or more corruption will not spare A limbe. May I hope to see such happinesse? To enjoy it howerly, and to the end, or I shall curse my selfe else. It is the power of Princes for to change The place the come in to a Court, but this Lady beares such divinity about her, That where she comes, she consecrates the place A Temple, me thinks a sacred awe doth Fill the roome resulting from her presence. How happie were those times which saw a King And Councell of the same blessed temper, Informd with soules like hers; that knew no vice But what they punisht, nor learnt it further Than the law and common place instructed; In that great Massaker (I may rathersay) Of virtues than of men, all that fled not To this holy Sanctuary were crusht to nothing. Can I no way be a helper? Onely with your prayers, the men will orecome, and the Gods, who must with piety bee conquered, wee'l leave to your goodnesse, but madam you must yet conceale your ioyes, and not speake them with a looke. This is the hardest taske, the first is so iust and righteous that in it selfe it is both prayer and sacrifice. There are but a few dayes now, as I may truly say, to crowne our labours, our greatest care is how we shall provide for your grace before the time, your stay heere may bee dangerous. Take no care for me, my Lord, which way so ere the fortune goes, I shall be safe from all, but from my selfe. Madam the Prince. So fell the cloud from off the Troian Lord, Not able to imbrace such raies within, But being piercd, turnd all at once to ayre, And left thin closd as dazling as the Sunne.