The Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora) · chunk 48 of 63
Killigrew, Henry · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [Jan 8(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
The world of causes that part me and happiness. Love is soft, and full of courtesy a greater opposite to lust than hate; the flames thou feelst are more preposterous than those which burn the breasts of Satyrs, and of beasts, which kill the young and in that blood enjoy the Dam. Thinkest thou that any is so bold in lust to embrace such fears thy love bring with it. My youth and comeliness whither are you fled? My miseries have put a new nature in me, changed that calmness I had wont t'enjoy, into the looks and language of a fury: how ill doth rage become a virgin's breast? I will suppress it, and if it must break forth, dissolve it into tears. An age worn out in thought cannot present one comfort to me, I am so wretched. Oh, my soul's more earthly than my body. This war that is within me, will gain a victory o'er me. I find decays already. Accursed that I am, to be the Author of such misery, is there no way to restore that peace which you have lost? if there be any, despair not of it, though it be held in the jaws of death, I'll snatch it for you; though it were lost in the darkest mass of things, my love would distinguish't in a Chaos: if it have no being but what your thought gives life too, I'll wish it for you. So strong my fantasy is to serve you; let it be any thing to be done I'll do't, can I, the wretched cause removed bring ease unto you, here on my knee I yield my life unto your taking, or if you had rather, I'll offer't up myself. No, and yet there is a way, and thou mayst do it. Is there a way? O my joys, the gods are merciful, name it, name it to me. If thou'lt vow to do it presently. Need I an oath to confirm I would be happy? 'tis my own happiness I thus eagerly pursue in yours, every sigh you give doth make me breathless, and every tear which you let fall doth bow me nearer to the earth, than all the years and wounds that I have suffered; yet I will swear by all things holy, all that I fear and reverence, to refuse no labours, deaths, to gain your ease— Then— And restore joy unto your life again. Now thou canst not, thy last words have rendered thee unable. The ease was death, which yet I beg from thee. From what a heaven of happiness am I fallen? Assist me all my Strength, the gods this way you have ordained I should come to you, pardon that Fate then which yourselves did give me. O my Lady.
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The world of causes that part me and happinesse. Love is softe, and full of curtesie a greater opposite to lust than hate; the flames thou feelst are more preposterous than those which burne the breasts of Satyrs, and of beasts, wch kill the young and in that blood injoy the Damme. Thinkest thou that any is so bold in lust to embrace such feares thy love bring with it. My youth and comelinesse whither are you fled? My miseries have put a new nature in me, chang'd that calmenesse I had wont t'enjoy, into the lookes and language of a fury: how ill doth rage become a virgins breast? I will suppresse it, and if it must breake forth, dissolve it into teares. An age worne out in thought cannot present one comfort to mee, I am so wretched. Oh, my soule's more earthly than my body. This warre that is within mee, will gaine a victory ore me. I finde decayes already. Accursed that I am, to be the Author of such misery, is there no way to restore that peace which you have lost? if there be any, dispaire not of it, though it be held in the iawes of death, Ile snatch it for you; though it were lost in the darkest masse of things, my love would distinsh't in a Chaos: if it have no being but what your thought gives life too, Ile wish it for you. So strong my fantasie is to serve you; let it be any thing to be done Ile doe't, can I, the wretched cause removed bring ease unto you, here on my knee I yeeld my life unto your taking, or if you had rather, Ile offer't up my selfe. No, and yet there is a way, and thou maist doe it. Is there a way? O my ioyes, the gods are mercifull, name it, name it to me. If thou'lt vow to doe it presently. Need I an oath to confirme I would be happy? tis my owne happinesse I thus eagerly persue in yours, every sigh you give doth make me breathlesse, and every teare which you let fall doth bow mee nearer to the earth, than all the yeares and wounds that I have suffered; yet I will sweare by all things holy, all that I feare and reverence, to refuse no labours, deaths, to gaine your ease— Then— And restore ioy unto your life againe. Now thou canst not, thy last words have rendred thee unable. The ease was death, which yet I beg from thee. From what a heaven of happines am I fallen? Assist me all my Strength, the gods this way you have ordeyned I should come to you, pardon that Fate then which your selves did give me. O my Lady.