The Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora) · chunk 51 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 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Madam, 'twould be no glory to you that an unworthy grief should be your death, your enemies no doubt are noble, sure they chose the cruellest to execute their business, and him though his churlish outside promised not, we found more courteous, than they which do profess it, his words were the laws of Compliment. One that sympathized in all your sufferings, and though his manliness would not suffer him faint, he died together with you. See who 'tis disturbs us. Who is't? Madam, I know not, nor did I ere see any like him, his beauties beyond all similitude, he speaks like the Soldier we were talking of, but him it cannot be, he was the terror, this the darling of mankind. Whether wilt thou lose thyself in commendation? in men beauties the least part. Madam, it appears so in him, yet such features lay a necessity of nobleness on the mind, he humbly craves admittance, nor would he take it before that it were granted. Call him in, we must endure their pleasures, it will not become our state to deny commands, much less when they entreat. The Kingdom owes a Sacrifice for your life, all will joy to hear it, which had it failed, would have pulled more guilt upon us, than the sins of a whole age. It is my fault you tell me of, and a great share of my grief that thus I stay to grieve. My offensive tongue can utter nothing pleasing to you, so great are your misfortunes, and your honour so tender to you, the wounds that I have given you are beyond my cure. Thou art not he that gave 'em. If my repentance can make me clear, I am not, otherways 'tis I that partially hearing my own cause, believed and judged for it, that hastily without examining what I did, decreed on all your woe. Thart strangely altered, if thou be'st he. Nothing so strangely as my hopes are, at first they did appear in a divine and holy form, beyond all that I can fantasy, such a mind though ravished with the beauty, could not express then, and promised all should be as heavenly as their shape, called me the instrument of justice, the saver of my Country: set all the sins before me, I was to punish, told me there was no heaven, but what their clouds did veil; thus they crept into me, and won me with the most specious shows unto their service, on my bare resolution gave me part of that happiness I was to aim at. Then they clothed me in a body, foul as the Tragedy I was to act, and made me dote on those deformities which all did loathe, when they had bewitched me with these false, yet glittering names, and I obeyed their black commands, in a moment they changed into Repentance, a mournful figure: and sadly left me as they first did find me, and as I now appear to you.
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Madam, twould be noe glory to you that an unworthy greife should be your death, your enemies noe doubt are noble, sure they chose the crewellest to execute their businesse, and him though his churlish out-side promist not, we found more courteous, then they which doe professe it, his words were the lawes of Complement. One that simpathizd in all your sufferings, and though his manlinesse would not suffer him faint, he died together with you. See who 'tis disturbes us. Who ist? Madam, I know not, nor did I ere see any like him, his beauties beyond all similitude, he speakes like the Souldier we were talking of, but him it cannot be, he was the terror, this the darling of mankind. Whether wilt thou loose thy selfe in commendation? in men beauties the least part. Madam, it appeares so in him, yet such features lay a necessity of noblenesse on the minde, hee humbly craves admittance, nor would hee take it before that it were granted. Call him in, wee must indure their pleasures, it will not become our state to deny commands, much lesse when they intreat. The Kingdome owes a Sacrifice for your life, all will ioy to heare it, which had it faild, would have pulld more guilt upon us, than the sinnes of a whole age. It is my fault you tell me of, and a great share of my griefe that thus I stay to grieve. My offensive tongue can utter nothing pleasing to you, so great are your misfortunes, and your honor so tender to you, the wounds that I have given you are beyond my cure. Thou art not hee that gave 'um. If my repentance can make me cleare, I am not, otherwaies tis I that partially hearing my owne cause, beleev'd and iudg'd for it, that hastily without examining what I did, decreed on all your woe. Thart strangely altered, if thou beest hee. Nothing so strangely as my hopes are, at first they did appeare in a divine and holy forme, beyond all that I can fantasie, such a mind though ravishd with the beauty, could not expresse then, and promist all should bee as heavenly as their shape, calld mee the instrument of Iustice, the saver of my Countrey: set all the sinnes before mee, I was to punish, told mee there was no heaven, but what their clowdes did veile; thus they crept into mee, and won mee with the most specious shewes unto their service, on my bare resolution gave mee part of that happinesse I was to ayme at. Then they clothed mee in a body, foule as the Tragedy I was to act, and made me dote on those deformities which all did loath, when they had bewitcht mee with these false, yet glittering names, and I obeyed their blacke commands, in a moment they changd into Repentance, a mournefull figure: and sadly left mee as they first did find me, and as I now appeare to you.