Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora) · chunk 46 of 63

Killigrew, Henry · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [Jan 8(?)] (Annals)
tragedy · King's Men
unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 501 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.

Some of those which were sent to corrupt the enemies are returned, and say their words were hearkened to, beyond their expectation: and if a present assault were given, there were no doubt of victory, all is in such a tumult. Such evils increase by delay, we'll let 'em grow until the morning, and then our sight will gain the conquest; if it be possible we'll order't so, that we may rather show 'em war than bring it on them, though they are given into our hands we ought not to show our mercy, and not our power. Oh, O! Madam they break in upon us. O my father! when thou art slain I cannot fear what after does befall me, the same that was their cruelty to thee, will to me be pity. Hold, I command you hold, he that takes a life shall pay one back again. My rage hath blindly led me on to violate a place, no less sacred than the Temples and rudely, ere I looked about, hath thrust me on the Deity. Like those which being led to see some glorious thing, eager, and longing, ask still as they pass, which is the sight, and how near, until they are engaged within its splendour, which opening suddenly upon them, makes them retire as fast again with reverence. What stays thee monster, and makes thee pant thus o'er the prey? here I stand ready and do invite thy fury, come and save my hand a labour, if thou art surfeited I'll whet thy thine appetite. Thou art a Murderer, a villain, These name thee not, nor drawn in the same Table would express thee, such offenders the Magistrates can punish, They are but diseases of the State, thou the death, the Law comprehends them within her virge, thy giant faults do so much o'ertop her, that justice cannot reach thee. And if there were no gods thou then wert innocent, and wouldst stand safe because thou art so wicked. Thou hast killed thy King; O no, thou hadst no share in him, he was a King of men, thou a beast, the bloodiest in the Forest, yet he was they Sovereign too, the herds were under him, and the wildest knew no other Lord. My revenge how false thy beauty was? How monstrous thou appearest, thou representst unto me all ill I ever heard of. And thou all that ever I heard of good. Thou movest like so many living mischiefs, had the Priests beheld thee, they might have divined all these future evils so exactly in thy feature, that what they told would rather seem a Story than a Prophecy, and saved us from thee. Nature was never guilty of such a Work, some hellish power hath given the birth, and Spirit, and sent thee on earth to destroy all that's fair and holy. Sir, raise yourself, can you endure such words as these? soldiers on, and make them feel those evils she hath uttered.
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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 1406–1417 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 46 of 63 in this edition
Length501 words · 627 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T5 — Christian faith, sin and salvation at 0.804
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)
Some of those which were sent to corrupt the enemies are return'd, and say their words were harkned to, beyond their expectation: and if a present assault were given, there were no doubt of victory, all is in such a tumult. Such evills increase by delay, wee'l let 'em grow untill the morning, and then our sight will gaine the conquest; if it be possible wee'l order't so, that wee may rather shew 'um warre than bring it on them, though they are given into our hands wee ought not to shew our mercy, and not our power. Oh, O! Madam they breake in upon us. O my father! when thou art slaine I cannot feare what after does befall me, the same that was their cruelty to thee, will to me be pity. Hold, I command you hold, hee that takes a life shall pay one backe againe. My rage hath blindly led me on to violate a place, no lesse sacred then the Temples and rudely, ere I lookd about, hath thrust me on the Deity. Like those which being led to see some glorious thing, eager, and longing, aske still as they passe, which is the sight, and how neere, untill they are ingag'd within its splendour, which opening suddenly upon them, makes them retire as fast againe with reverence. What stayes thee monster, and makes thee pant thusore the prey? here I stand readie and doe invite thy fury, come and save my hand a labour, if thou art surfeited Ile whet thy thine appetite. Thou art a Murderer, a villaine, These name thee not, nor drawne in the same Table would expresse thee, such offenders the Magistrates can punish, They are but diseases of the State, thou the death, the Law comprehends them within her virge, thy giant faults doe so much oretop her, that iustice cannot reach thee. And if there were no gods thou then wert innocent, and wouldst stand safe because thou art so wicked. Thou hast killd thy King; O no, thou hadst no share in him, hee was a King of men, thou a beast, the bloodiest in the Forrest, yet he was they Soveraigne too, the heards were under him, and the wildest knew no other Lord. My revenge how false thy beauty was? How monstrous thou appearest, thou represenst unto me all ill I ever heard of. And thou all that ever I heard of good. Thou movest like so many living mischiefes, had the Priests beheld thee, they might have divinde all these future evills so exactly in thy feature, that what they told would rather seeme a Story than a Prophecy, and saved us from thee. Nature was never guilty of such a Worke, some hellish power hath given the birth, and Spirit, and sent thee on earth to destroy all that's faire and holy. Sir, raise your selfe, can you endure such words as these? Souldiers on, and make them feele those evills shee hath uttered.