The Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora) · chunk 25 of 63
Killigrew, Henry · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [Jan 8(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions typicality 0.83 · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
What honours you have laid upon me, I may bleed for, but cannot purchase any like 'em; nor return such back again, there all must submit, your gifts, as your beauties, are excelling. But away vain words, I will endeavour to grow strong in those virtues, and not melt in the passion you have named, I'll set new Laws to all noble Lovers, that shall make all their idle passions appear as fond unto themselves as others, make them throw by their Pen, and with their Sword to act those Fictions nor daring to name nor think upon the Saint they worship, but when they have an offering some virtuous increase to bring them near. Thus is a Love that's free to all, none is injured by it Hymen's. Torch burns brighter by such flames, and Vesta's fires more lasting and more pure, who can complain the want of beauty, when any (any that dares be good) may adore any, and she like her Picture though she truly look one way may, seem to cast a gracious eye o'er all. How his soul labours to soar above the pitch of honour. How glad, how much greater should I grow, if I could promise to myself, but one of those seeming looks from you. My Lord, I have not heard you without admiration and wish I could bestow favours rich, and lovely worthy your acceptance; but seeing that I cannot: I'll strive to honour you, not with peevish and womanish commands, but such as shall be worthy of your valour, and make you yet more a Prince. The bravery you have shown hath not raised a vain passion in me, but a confidence, a noble confidence, that all those virtues were not named by you but spoke in you, which thus i'll show my Lord, my Lord, Aratus. But I must leave you to an instructor, 'tis fit for your Sword, and therefore above my power to utter, shame not, Sir, that I put a tutor to you, you are but to ground with him, you may build to what height you please. Come my Lord, you must lay off all Strangeness here, and receive a noble helper whole bring both Strength, and honour to your Cause. I may stand amazed at the nobleness in you both, but not at this agreement in you, I know virtues are still a kin though the persons are strangers they are in. Whiles this old Puppy thus doth sleep And doth in vice, as age grow deep Benumbing all these Plants are nigh Into a drowsy Let bargie, Behold a nobler Branch appears, As far from's manners as his years, O shed thou then thy influence, And we'll return fresh beauties thence. The fiercer sweetness of his face Presents a rigour mixed with grace. And though there were, a want of blood His worth would make his Title good. Virtues so grown in so few years Make him e'en such, become their fears, On then, and make the Sceptre be Thought but reserved, not snatched from thee.
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What honours you have laid upon mee, I may bleed for, but cannot purchase any like 'em; nor returne such back againe, there all must submit, your gifts, as your beauties, are excelling. But away vaine words, I will endeavour to grow strong in those virtues, and not melt in the passion you have named, I'le set new Lawes to all noble Lovers, that shall make all their idle passions appeare as fond unto themselves as others, make them throw by their Pen, and with their Sword to act those Fictions nor daring to name nor thinke upon the Saint they worship, but when they have an offering some vertuous increase to bring them neere. Thus is a Love that's free to all, none is injur'd by it Himens. Torch burnes brighter by such flames, and Vestas fires more lasting and more pure, who can complaine the want of beauty, when any (any that dares be good) may adore any, and she like her Picture though she truely looke one way may, seeme to cast a gratious eye o're all. How his soule labours to soare above the pitch of honor. How glad, how much greater should I grow, if I could promise to my selfe, but one of those seeming lookes from you. My Lord, I have not heard you without admiration and wish I could bestow favours rich, and lovely worthy your acceptance; but seeing that I cannot: I'le strive to honor you, not with peevish and womanish commands, but such as shall be worthy of your valour, and make you yet more a Prince. The bravery you have shewne hath not rais'd a vaine passion in me, but a confidence, a noble confidence, that all those vertues were not nam d by you but spoke in you, which thus i'le shew my Lord, my Lord, Aratus. But I must leave you to an instructer, 'tis fit for your Sword, and therefore above my power to utter, shame not, Sir, that I put a tutor to you, you are but to ground with him, you may build to what height you please. Come my Lord, you must lay off all Strangenesse here, and receive a noble helper whole bring both Strength, and honor to your Cause. I may stand amazed at the noblenesse in you both, but not at this agreement in you, I know vertues are still a kinne though the persons are strangers they are in. Whiles this old Puppy thus doth sleepe And doth in vice, as age grow deepe Benumming all these Plants are nigh Into a drowsy Let bargie, Behold a nobler Branch appeares, As farr from's manners as his yeares, O shed thou then thy influence, And weele returne fresh beauties thence. The feircer sweetnes of his face Presents a rigour mixt with grace. And though there were, a want of blood His worth would make his Title good. Virtues so growne in so few yeeres Make him eu'n such, become their feares, On then, and make the Scepter be Thought but reserud, not snatcht from thee.