The Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora) · chunk 41 of 63
Killigrew, Henry · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [Jan 8(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
We were to soft to obey a dying speech. His 'scape's as Strange as was his entrance We had power to hinder neither. Give me a power mighty as my rage, That my revenge may reach unto the Clouds And unthrone those gods that joined hands with men To commit so black a deed: it were but Justice they should lose their deity that So would throw it off. O my father! did I unload thy shoulders of the Kingdom That thou might fall under a less weight, And bereft thee of all thy jealousies, to Ruin thee with more assurance only? Where are all those flattering tongues that when There was no need would in a compliment Hourly suffer for thee? not one to die In thy defence, or by his fall to make Thine more decent? how dismal is this place? The graves where death inhabits are not so Dreadful. I'll fly thee though I run amongst The thickest of my foes, they can present No dangers like this loneness the cries, the Sword, the Trumpet in the battle strike not So deep amazement, what ho, Clitus Charisius, Erastus, Amanthes, Not one voice? I walk like Aeneas among the shades. All is hell about me: I see nothing But what my Fantasy frames in horrid shapes, O the vain fears of guilty men! all are Unreasonable, but yours ridiculous, When you have contemned the greatest powers On earth, threatening with strength, and hatred, You tremble at a ghost, a thing less than is A man, and when the substance could not, the Shadow frights you. There is no way but this To set me above my fears, when I am Less I shall be equal to them— O hold my Lord, offer not up yourself A sacrifice when there are so many That gladly would relieve you with their lives; Let that thought prevail with you, hat you ought To live for them, that so willingly would Die for you, y'are the prop of thousands, and If you fall, you sink a Kingdom with you. Take the Sword by the other end, and so Holding it, seek to appease this Sacred Ghost: such a will exceeds this performance If you can't confirm the Crown, yet confirm Your memory by the loss of it. This Object makes your grief a burden to your Honour. Lean on me my Lord, I'll bear you To the Camp. What shout is that among the enemies? 'tis the acclamation of the Camp, at the receiving of their fellows, this night they expected their other forces, and it seems they are now arrived. I am glad on't, I hope we shall have command to try the fortune of the Field tomorrow, would the whole knot of them were there, that we might make quick work; and like Alexander, untie it with a blow.
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We were to soft to obey a dying speech. His scape's as Strange as was his enterance We had power to hinder neyther. Give me a power mighty as my rage, That my revenge may reach unto the Clouds And unthrone those gods that joynd hands with men To comit so black a deede: it were but Justice they should loose their diety that So would throw it off. O my father! did I unload thy shoulders of the Kindgome That thou might fall under a lesse waight, And bereft thee of all thy jealousies, to Ruine thee with more assurance onely? Where are all those flattering tongues that when There was noe neede would in a complement Howerly suffer for thee? not one to dy In thy defence, or by his fall to make Thine more decent? how dismall is this place? The graves where death inhabits are not so Dreadfull. I'le fly thee though I runne amongst The thickest of my foes, they can present Noe dangers like this lonenesse the cryes, the Sword, the Trumpet in the battle strike not So deepe amazement, what ho, Clitus Charisius, Erastus, Amanthes, Not one voyce? I walke like Aeneus among the shades. All is hell about me: I see nothing But what my Fantasy frames in horrid shapes, O the vaine feares of guilty men! all are Unreasonable, but yours ridiculous, When you have contemn'd the greatest powers On earth, threatening with strength, and hatred, You tremble at a ghost, a thing lesse then is A man, and when the substance could not, the Shaddow frights you. There is noe way but this To set me above my feares, when I am Lesse I shall be equall to them— O hold my Lord, offer not up your selfe A sacrifice when there are so many That gladly would releeve you with their lives; Let that thought prevaile with you, hat you ought To live for them, that so willingly would Dy for you, y'are the prop of thousands, and If you fall, you sinke a Kingdome with you. Take the Sword by the other end, and so Holding it, seeke to appease this Sacred Ghost: such a will exceeds this performance If you can't confirme the Crowne, yet confirme Your memory by the losse of it. This Object makes your greife a burden to your Honour. Leane on me my Lord, I'le beare you To the Campe. What shout is that among the enemies? Tis the acclamation of the Campe, at the receaving of their fellowes, this night they expected their other forces, and it seemes they are now arrived. I am glad on't, I hope we shall have command to try the fortune of the Feild to morrow, would the whole knot of them were there, that we might make quicke worke; and like Alexander, unty it with a blow.