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The Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora) · chunk 37 of 63

Killigrew, Henry · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [Jan 8(?)] (Annals)
tragedy · King's Men
unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 476 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.

There is but one of the messengers returned: the other for his stout demanding of the Crown lost his head, there his fellow reports he delivered those words you put into him, with such resolution, that he appeared not to denounce, but bring those evils on him. The Tyrant grew pale, and seemed to feel them in his threats, nor could he think himself safe encompassed with his friends and guard, till he had silenced that voice that so could wound him through all their swords. Alas poor man, yet he fell nobly, his sword might have purchased him a higher name in war, but not in honour. In our days of triumph he shall not be forgotten, nor his glory though he perceive it not, be defend behind those that live. Do ye hear the news my Lord? No, my Lord, what is't? All's lost. Bless us, my Lord, how? Yet it may be but a rumor and scattered by the enemy, Phronimus and Eurylochus in their convoy with the young King are taken. The Camp is ready to mutiny on the report. There cannot be such an evil, it is a sin to give credit to it. Pray, my Lord, relate some particulars of the report, was there any made mention of the king's age? No, The rumour goes that two Lords were taken on the way by a Troop of horse of the adverse party, the young King being in his disguise, and not yet known, past undiscovered as one of their followers. O 'tis most likely. Where are all our great words now? those Mighty sounds that made a trembling in the air, And caused no less a deafness with their fall, Then if thunder, the voice of heaven were turned Articulate, and spoke the threats of Jove Unto the world? changed to as great a silence, Such when a Tempest ceases is the calm That follows, no noise is heard, as if the Wind with blasts were breath less grown, and the Seas Sat down, and after so much toil required ease. Not able for to lift that from a Rock, Whose Keel struck hell, and Mast the Clouds did knock, Why had we not bodies equal to our minds? That when we durst meet Perils, we might Bear them too, and not with a fading trunk Lose thoughts invincible: yet I will do Something, and where the gods have given a will We ought not in their service to sit still. My Lord, raise yourself, the news may be false, and all the danger they are in may be by this your belief, give not yourself cause to mourn hereafter, that all perished on a mistake, if that this the worst of evils be befallen, it ought not to be the reason of your neglect, but greater care and vigilance.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora)
AuthorKilligrew, Henry
Publication year (edition)1638
First performance / composition (Annals)1635 [Jan 8(?)]
First performance (BritDrama)1635 [Jan]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional;Private
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1073 · TCP A04824 · DEEP 893
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1095–1123 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 37 of 63 in this edition
Length476 words · 588 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T53 — The crown: kingship claimed, resigned and seized at 0.770
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
There is but one of the messengers returnd: the other for his stout demanding of the Crowne lost his head, there his fellow reports he delivered those words you put into him, with such resolution, that hee appeared not to denounce, but bring those evills on him. The Tyrant grew pale, and seemed to feele them in his threates, nor could hee thinke himselfe safe encompast with his friends and guard, till hee had silenc'd that voyce that so could wound him through all their swords. Alas poore man, yet hee fell nobly, his sword might have purchast him a higher name in warre, but not in honour. In our daies of triumph he shall not be forgotten, nor his glory though he perceive it not, be defend behind those that live. Doe yee heare the newes my Lord? No, my Lord, what is't? All's lost. Blesse us, my Lord, how? Yet it may be but a rumor and scattered by the enemy, Phronimus and Eurilochus in their convoy with the young King are taken. The Campe is ready to mutinie on the report. There cannot be such an evill, it is a sinne to give credit to it. Pray, my Lord, relate some particulers of the report, was there any made mention of the kings age? No, The rumour goes that two Lords were taken on the way by a Troope of horse of the adverse party, the young King being in his disguise, and not yet knowne, past undiscovered as one of their followers. O tis most likely. Where are all our great words now? those Mighty sounds that made a trembling in the aire, And causd no lesse a deafenesse with their fall, Then if thunder, the voice of heaven were turnd Articulate, and spake the threats of Jove Unto the world? chang'd to as great a silence, Such when a Tempest ceases is the calme That followes, no noyse is heard, as if the Wind with blasts were breath lesse growne, and the Seas Sat downe, and after so much toyle requir'd ease. Not able for to lift that from a Rocke, Whose Keele strooke hell, and Mast the Clouds did knocke, Why had we not bodies equall to our mindes? That when we durst meet Perills, we might Beare them too, and not with a fading trunke Lose thoughts invincible: yet I will doe Something, and where the gods have given a will We ought not in their service to sit still. My Lord, raise your selfe, the newes may be false, and all the danger they are in may be by this your beleefe, give not your selfe cause to mourne hereafter, that all perishd on a mistake, if that this the worst of evills be befallen, it ought not to be the reason of your neglect, but greater care and vigilance.