The Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora) · chunk 24 of 63
Killigrew, Henry · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [Jan 8(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Sure I was rude and barbarous; before This softer fire did touch my heart, and from The wild inhabitants of the wood, differed In passion only, and not reason; that Without more respect, my dull eyes could gaze Upon such brightness, and with a ready rudeness Could excuse the fault committed. The unhewn Clown not faltering with his tongue Or in his looks abashed, could answer to The Emperor of the world, when he that's Better taught and nearer to the Majesty That speaks, beats for a word, and answers but With looks: although at other times his learned Soul can dictate such as would be: if that the god of Wit his Deity were called in question, And forced to show some excellent Piece above all was ever writ, as the Tenure by which he holds his Godhead: Pardon that, like the attendants of the Altar thus by degrees I come, and pause At each step, and bend unto that nearness, Rashness was my fault before, and brought me Into shame. Though no adoration, Yet there is a duty to be paid at Your fair shrine. Sir, It was not yours, but the rudeness of the Court that would leave you to so unhappy a mistake. If I would set a spectacle to the World, it should be such a close, where beauty Adored beauty and greatness bowed to greatness, methinks the heavens do open, and the clouds Are spun into a thread, to let down some God unto this contract. Let us withdraw, The Power is now descended, and all Within is sacred and mysterious, And if we do pry into these secrets, Our curiosity will be punished. This honourable admittance you have granted me shall hereafter be my only glory, the sweet meditation that accompanies my old age, nor shall the much envied youth, make me wish one day back to be partaker of their lesser pleasures, when I shall call these greater unto mind, what cordial will it be; when I can silently boast within myself, my younger days were graced by a Princess, the fairest in the world; so I may say. O my Lord, when you talk thus, though I am loath, you do compel me to turn my face away. I humbly crave your pardon. 'tis strange so much seriousness can produce such follies, yet I have fair grounds for what I said, which most excellently show themselves in every part. They show but to the fantasy, there's no such beauty here, 'tis borrowed from your speech and fair esteem, which thus I'll pay you back again; you are all that you have said, and when I first saw you, so you did appear to me, and I think to all the world, the first sight promises all virtues, and the next performs 'em, nothing seemed then so low in you as this passion.
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Sure I was rude and barbarous; before This softer fire did touch my heart, and from The wild inhabitants of the wood, differed In passion onely, and not reason; that Without more respect, my dull eyes could gaze Upon such brightnesse, and with a ready rudenesse Could excuse the fault committed. The unhewne Clowne not faultering with his tongue Or in his lookes abasht, could answer to The Emperor of the world, when he that's Better taught and neerer to the Maiestie That speakes, beates for a word, and answers but With lookes: although at other times his learn'd Soule can dictate such as would be: if that the god of Wit his Deity were calld in question, And forcd to shew some excellent Piece above all was ever writ, as the Tenure by which he holds his God-head: Pardon that, like the assendants of the Alter thus by degrees I come, and pause At each step, and bend unto that neerenesse, Rashnesse was my fault before, and brought me Into shame. Though no adoration, Yet there is a duty to be paid at Your faire shrine. Sir, It was not yours, but the rudenesse of the Court that would leave you to so unhappie a mistake. If I would set a spectacle to the World, it should be such a close, where beauty Ador'd beauty and greatnesse bowd to greatnesse, Me thinks the heavens doe open, and the clowds Are spun into a thread, to let downe some God unto this contract. Let us withdraw, The Power is now descended, and all Within is sacred and misterious, And if we doe pry into these secrets, Our curiosity will bee punishd. This honourable admittance you have granted mee shall hereafter be my onely glory, the sweet meditation that accompanies my old age, nor shall the much envied youth, make mee wish one day backe to bee partaker of their lesser pleasures, when I shall call these greater unto minde, what cordiall will it bee; when I can silently boast within my selfe, my younger daies were grac'd by a Princesse, the fairest in the world; so I may say. O my Lord, when you talke thus, though I am loath, you doe compell me to turne my face away. I humbly crave your pardon. Tis strange so much seriousenesse can produce such follies, yet I have faire grounds for what I said, which most excellently shew themselves in every part. They shew but to the fantasie, ther's no such beauty here, tis borrowed from your speech and faire esteeme, which thus Ile pay you backe againe; you are all that you have said, and when I first saw you, so you did appeare to me, and I think to all the world, the first sight promises all vertues, and the next performes 'em, nothing seem'd then so low in you as this passion.