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The Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora) · chunk 42 of 63

Killigrew, Henry · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [Jan 8(?)] (Annals)
tragedy · King's Men
unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 521 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.

ay, and a wall round about 'em to keep them to the slaughter, that we may not be troubled to kill a thousand in a thousand places: I don't like this pursuing 'tis the greatest evil next to the being pursued, the wine near tastes well when 'tis so jumbled. Give me a Standing Camp that flourishes like a peaceful City, and wants no necessaries, here stand your Engines, there your beef, on this hand a Palesado defends you, on the other, a Baracado of pork-tubs impregnable, before a Ditch is cut of some two hundred paces, and the soldiers tippling in't, behind a Coop runs out of the same length, & the Poultry tippling in their Trenches, whose body are too delicate and tender for bare travel, here a man may even among the Tents forget to be a Soldier. Ha, ha, ha, O, my conscience Comastes thou art weary o'th' Camp already. Yes, faith as yourselves are, if you'd confess the truth. Why, methinks there is no pleasure to be compared with it, every man hath his delights here as if he took his leave on 'em: and if he chance to return at night, like friends which parted in the morn two dangerous and hopeless ways of ever seeing, they meet with a multiplied and unexpected joy, these very wounds are pleasures, and Elysium comes faster on them then their deaths. When honour is the prize, and wronged Justice The cause that thrusts them on, they throw of one That they may get a better life, a life Of fame, which is eternal even on earth, That they enjoyed before was fading Sustained only by the infirmities Of one weak body; now 'tis supported By the memories of all, the charge of it Is committed unto a world of men, Nor is't extinguished before the fame o'th' Whole universe, none are so surviving As the Sons of glorious War. Jove gave Life to Hercules, and Theseus; but Mars Eternity, they breathed from one, but gained Heaven by the other, these were the great thoughts Which when I was yet young, and not able To embrace them, did dwell in me: they did Suggest unto my soul, that I ought to raise, my hand Against the gods, if they slept. At perjury and favoured injustice. Holloe. what ail'st thou? What meanst thou Comastes? To show you how easy a thing it is, to talk like a Soldier, and be as brave a fellow as either of you. Ha, ha, ha,. Thou wouldst make an excellent runaway Soldier, such a speech on the highway were greater violence than bidding stand a long staff, would not get an alms so soon. What wilt thou say now Comastes to a jovial round or two beyond the Court healths, those at the Kings own Table? I think I shall say more than you at this, as well as in the other. Captain prithee command 'em to bring some wine in, Come let us sit in the mean time, and take away these fearful things from Comastes. And why from me, me I pray?
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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 1317–1350 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 42 of 63 in this edition
Length521 words · 670 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T50 — Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea and land at 0.687
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)
I, and a wall round about 'em to keepe them to the slaughter, that we may not be troubled to kill a thousand in a thousand places: I don't like this persuing 'tis the greatest evill next to the being persued, the wine neere tasts well when 'tis so jumbled. Give me a Standing Campe that florishes like a peacefull City, and want's hoe necessaries, here stand your Engins, there your beefe, on this hand a Palesado defends you, on the other, a Baracado of Porke-Tubs impregnable, before a Ditche is cut of some two hundred paces, and the Souldiers tipling in't, behind a Coope runns out of the same length, & the Poultry tipling in their Trenches, whose body are too dilicate and tender for bare travell, here a man may even among the Tents forget to be a Souldier. Ha, ha, ha, O, my conscience Comastes thou art weary o'th Campe allready. Yes, faith as your selves are, if you'd confesse the truth. Why, me thinks there is noe pleasure to be compar'd with it, every man hath his delights here as if he tooke his leave on 'em: and if he chance to returne at night, like friends which parted in the morne two dangerous and hopelesse ways of ever seeing, they meet with a multiplyed and unexpected joy, these very wounds are pleasures, and Elizium comes faster on them then their deathes. When honor is the prize, and wrong'd Justice The cause that thrusts them on, they throw of one That they may get a better life, a life Of fame, which is eternall even on earth, That they enjoy'd before was fading Sustayned onely by the infirmities Of one weake body; now 'tis supported By the memoryes of all, the charge of it Is committed unto a world of men, Nor ist extinguisht before the fame o'th Whole universe, none are so surviving As the Sonns of glorious Warre. Jove gave Life to Hercules, and Theseus; but Mars Eternity, they breath'd from one, but gain'd Heaven by the other, these were the great thoughts Which when I was yet young, and not able To embrace them, did dwell in me: they did Suggest unto my soule, that I ought to raise, my hand Against the gods, if they slept. At perjury and favour'd injustice. Holloe. what aylst thou? What meanst thou Comastes? To shew you how easy a thing it is, to talke like a Souldier, and be as brave a fellow as eyther of you. Ha, ha, ha,. Thou wouldst make an excellent runne-away Souldier, such a speech on the high-way were greater violence than bidding stand a long staffe, would not get an almes so soone. What wilt thou say now Comastes to a joviall round or two beyond the Court healths, those at the Kings owne Table? I thinke I shall say more than you at this, as well as in the other. Captaine prithee command 'um to bring some wine in, Come let us sit in the meane time, and take away these fearefull things from Comastes. And why from me, me I pray?