The Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora) · chunk 47 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 · 499 words
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Hold villains dare you make an offer to such a deed, and not in that thought expect a bolt upon your breasts? he that heaves his hand shall know I have that thunder here. Thou worse than she hath named, unhallowed Traitor, canst thou command such Sacrilege? if that thy faults were told thee from above, thou'dst blaspheme the voice that spoke to thee. If shalt dare to speak such things as these, I'll make thy soul pass faster than thy words, think not to wrong me with a seeming show. I'll not take your bitterness, though gilded in the name of friendship, withdraw and show your love this way. Sir, will you stay? there may be treachery in the place. Still you injure me with your kindness. What next intendest thou? what masterpiece of wickedness wilt thou glory in alone? know thou canst not force me, here within thy reach I am as safe as if an army all resolute to death divided us. This hand something weaker than a woman's, can resist all thy strength, were in as great mischief as thy will. Though I seem all that you have named, and fouler yet, this is a sin blacker than all; such as I dare not do. O think me not worse than you have said already, and then I may again be happy. The beasts are noble, meek to Chastity, and humbly lick the feet of Majesty. Judge me not by show, our eyes deceive us, and as oft persuade us to the wrong, as do the blind man's feet, falsely do prompt us. All that is white is innocent, and all that's black is sinful, without exception. Should those which look on you be led so by the scence, they must kneel down before you, and adore you as some Deity, not being able to fantasy so much god, as they do see in you; such forms their power have given you, that you may become a rival in their worships. Why talk'st thou thus? thy tongue hath no more Power than hath thy hands. Neither intend violence, would you could entertain of me one thought of goodness, as hopeless as you think me, I de undertake to make it good, and better't daily. Why delayest thou? what wouldst thou have? Forgiveness, I dare not say love. Love? thy thoughts are more mishapen than thyself, even in thy hopes thouart cruel. This base imagination hath wronged me more than all thy actions, before thou only soughtst my ruin, now the ruin of my name, that thou intendest a rape it was a glory to me, and though I had lost it, would have got me same, the honour of a ravished virgin. Didst thou woe me with the greatest services, as thou com'st in my father's blood, I could reward thee, but could never yield thee love; I was too long a Princess, and lost the name too late to entertain so low a thought.
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Hold villaines dare you make an offer to such a deed, and not in that thought expect a bolt upon your breasts? hee that heaves his hand shall know I have that thunder here. Thou worse than she hath named, unhallowed Traytor, canst thou command such Sacriledge? if that thy faults were told thee from above, thou'ldst blaspheme the voyce that spoke to thee. If shalt dare to speake such things as these, Ile make thy soule passe faster than thy words, thinke not to wrong me with a seeming shew. Ile not take your bitternesse, though gilded in the name of friendship, withdraw and shew your love this way. Sir, will you stay? there may be treachery in the place. Still you iniure me with your kindnesse. What next intendst thou? what master-peace of wickednesse wilt thou glory in alone? know thou canst not force me, here within thy reach I am as safe as if an army all resolute to death divided us. This hand something weaker than a womans, can resist all thy strength, were in as great mischiefe as thy will. Though I seeme all that you have named, and fouler yet, this is a sinne blacker than all; such as I dare not doe. O thinke me not worse than you have said alreadie, and then I may againe be happy. The beasts are noble, meeke to Chastity, and humbly licke the feet of Majesty. Judge me not by shew, our eyes deceive us, and as oft perswade us to the wrong, as doe the blinde mans feete, falsely doe prompt us. All that is white is innocent, and all that's blacke is sinnefull, without exception. Should those which looke on you be led so by the scence, they must kneele downe before you, and adore you as some Deity, not being able to fantasie so much god, as they doe see in you; such formes their power have given you, that you may become a rivall in their worships. Why talkst thou thus? thy tongue hath no more Power than hath thy hands. Neither intend violence, would you could entertaine of me one thought of goodnesse, as hopelesse as you thinke me, I de undertake to make it good, and better't daily. Why delayest thou? what wouldst thou have? Forgivenesse, I dare not say love. Love? thy thoughts are more mishapen than thy selfe, even in thy hopes th'art cruell. This base imagination hath wrong'd mee more than all thy actions, before thou onely soughtst my ruine, now the ruine of my name, that thou intendst a rape it was a glory to me, and though I had lost it, would have got me same, the honour of a ravisht virgin. Didst thou woe mee with the greatest services, as thou comst in my fathers blood, I could reward thee, but could never yeeld thee love; I was too long a Princesse, and lost the name too late to entertaine so low a thought.