The Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora) · chunk 39 of 63
Killigrew, Henry · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [Jan 8(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 433 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Why Timeus, I thank thee, but these joys come From above, are not to be taken When we please, no man can resolve he will Be happy, yet I will struggle with my Thoughts, and endeavour to force that quiet They have taken from me. But let not this thing Discomfort you, 'tis but a course of humours Perhaps a little Physic will remove it. Now Sir, you put a new life into me, And I dare say we shall be victorious, Nay, we will, no power doth stand against us, Now that is favourable which attends upon Your person, to whose protection I will leave you, And go see how the Camp fares. Shall I bear any of your commands thither? Only my love, the care of all things else do thou take upon thee, and tomorrow, if this fit leave me, before the battle I'll visit you. How every thing is irksome to me: clouds And darkness are before mine eyes, all things Dissenting one from the other yet conspire In this, that they present death to my view, I have that idle comfort only, that He that despairs of all, aught to fear nothing When things cannot grow worse, all fortune then Is on his side that suffers. But my injustice Strengthened with murder, doth forbid success, A Kingdom got by blood, is built upon A slippery foundation. I have been Nourished in peace thus long, that being grown Specious and great, I may at last fall down A Sacrifice worth slaughter. Thoughts urge thoughts, Suspicion gets suspicion, Danger, danger; I have not that small settledness of mind, As to think one thing twice: were I but innocent, I would provoke misfortune, call for Fate With as undaunted courage as the Lord And ruler of it doth— Stay. What a nothing 'tis that I have thus much feared And laboured to escape, when 'twas my good: Childishly dreading every thought of cure, Then most offended when my health was near? How well I'm after this little wound? Quiet of mind and peace of Conscience, Those blessed companions do possess me now, I see nothing but blood can appease blood In sacrifice, that to the guilty there's No ease like death, no mercy like the cross. Oh, oh. Hold in your rage, have you not already Acted mischiefs enough by my command. But thus you seek to pull more upon ye? Ye are deceived, though I have been hitherto A Tyrant, now I am merciful, and can Command things that are just and innocent. He faints the villain must not live.
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Why Timeus, I thanke thee, but these joyes come From above, are not to be taken When we please, no man can resolve he will Be happy, yet I will strugle with my Thoughts, and endeavor to force that quiet They have taken from me. But let not this thing Discomfort you, 'tis but a course of humors Perhapps a litle Physicke will remove it. Now Sir, you put a new life into me, And I dare say we shall be victorious, Nay, we will, no power doth stand against us, Now that is favourable which attends upon Your person, to whose protection I will leave you, And goe see how the Campe fares. Shall I beare any of your commands thither? Onely my love, the care of all things else doe thou take upon thee, and to morrow, if this fit leave mee, before the battle Ile visit you. How every thing is irkesome to me: clowdes And darkenesse are before mine eyes, all things Dissenting one from the other yet conspire In this, that they present death to my view, I have that idle comfort onely, that He that dispaires of all, ought to feare nothing When things cannot grow worse, all fortune then Is on his side that suffers. But my injustice Strengthned with murder, doth forbid successe, A Kingdome got by blood, is built upon A slippery foundation. I have beene Nourishd in peace thus long, that being growne Specious and great, I may at last fall downe A Sacrifice worth slaughter. Thoughts urge thoughts, Suspition gets suspition, Danger, danger; I have not that small setlednesse of minde, As to thinke one thing twice: were I but innocent, I would provoke misfortune, call for Fate With as undanted courage as the Lord And ruler of it doth— Stay. What a nothing tis that I have thus much feard And labor'd to escape, when twas my good: Childishly dreading every thought of cure, Then most offended when my health was neere? How well I'am after this little wound? Quiet of mind and peace of Conscience, Those blest companions doe possesse me now, I see nothing but blood can appease blood In sacrifice, that to the guilty theres No ease like death, no mercy like the crosse. Oh, oh. Hold in your rage, have you not already Acted mischiefes enough by my command. But thus you seeke to pull more upon yee? Ye are deceiv'd, though I have been hitherto A Tyrant, now I am mercifull, and can Command things that are just and innocent. He faints the villaine must not live.