The Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora) · chunk 53 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 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I know not how to answer. The tongue must be as wicked as the will that did commit 'em, that can defend such deeds, had equity pointed all your Actions out, given you Rules to work by, told you how much, how far you must have gone, you could not have done more justly, there wants not any thing to crown your judgement but my death, the only issue of that sinful race. I have a long time loathed my life, and now I loathe myself too. I find I know not how, a guiltiness within me, my father's faults flow like his blood within me. You are not at all allied unto his vices. Profane not then your goodness, it is a sin though you yourself commit it; that you was a Princess was not your ambition but obedience, you are only guilty in thinking of yourself so, why then do you talk of death thus? Can any life be noble after such losses? myself, and the many which have suffered them do think so, and are received of all with pity, and with honour, can you expect to find less humanity? you are not fallen so low, but the greatest Prince would be proud to do you service. 'tis vainness to profess, all civility is your due. You reward me good for bad, before that I was certain of a cause, I slandered your virtues with those names foul deeds deserve, or a worse nature could invent, I falsely did apply to you that which was true in me. You are a judge too cruel to yourself, I did deserve them at the least from you, it was a noble passion, and owed unto your friends, had they been worse, yet if you'd make amends, where there was no wrong, give one comfort to yourself, and I shall receive a million: ample and satisfactory. You have given me many, more than I did hope, or wish for, and removed those killing doubts within me. I shall remember you no more the cause, but mourner of my father's death. O that name of father, however thou deserv'st, thou dost deserve these tears of me. Fall not to a relapse again, I dare not leave you thus. You may there is no danger in't, they were but tears, and are already wiped away. All about you does minister to your grief. The King would gladly comfort you, can you admit his visit? I find hereafter that I may, yet 'tis too soon, Pray excuse me. May peace and quiet return to their home, again to this place. People Jove, Neptune, Apollo, and the gods of Greece; preserve, and bless the King. Through the happiness of my people, may I know no other joy or sadness, but what passes you, still the middle way of blessings 'twixt the gods and me. The gods preserve your Majesty.
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I know not how to answere. The tongue must bee as wicked as the will that did commit 'em, that can defend such deeds, had equity pointed all your Actions out, given you Rules to work by, told you how much, how farre you must have gone, you could not have done more justly, there wants not any thing to crowne your iudgement but my death, the onely issue of that sinnefull race. I have a long time loathed my life, and now I loath my selfe too. I find I know not how, a guiltinesse within me, my fathers faults flow like his blood within mee. You are not at all allide unto his vices. Profane not then your goodnesse, it is a sinne though you your selfe commit it; that you was a Princesse was not your ambition but obedience, you are onely guilty in thinking of your selfe so, why then doe yue talke of death thus? Can any life be noble after such losses? My selfe, and the many which have suffered them doe thinke so, and are receiv'd of all with pity, and with honour, can you expect to find lesse humanity? you are not fallne so low, but the greatest Prince would be proud to do you service. Tis vainenes to professe, all civility is your due. You reward me good for bad, before that I was certaine of a cause, I slandered your vertues with those names foule deeds deserve, or a worse nature could invent, I falsely did apply to you that which was true in me. You are a Iudge too cruell to your selfe, I did deserve them at the least from you, it was a noble passion, and owed unto your friends, had they beene worse, yet if you'de make amends, where there was no wrong, give one comfort to your selfe, and I shall receive a million: ample and satisfactory. You have given me many, more than I did hope, or wish for, and removed those killing doubts within me. I shall remember you no more the cause, but mourner of my fathers death. O that name of father, how ever thou deserv'st, thou dost deserve these teares of me. Fall not to a relapse againe, I dare not leave you thus. You may there is no danger in't, they were but teares, and are already wipt away. All about you does minister to your griefe. The King would gladly comfort you, can you admit his visit? I finde hereafter that I may, yet tis too soone, Pray excuse me. May peace and quiet returne to their home, againe to this place. People Jove, Neptune, Apollo, and the gods of Greece; preserve, and blesse the King. Through the happines of my people, may I know no other ioy or sadnesse, but what passes you, still the middle way of blessings twixt the gods and me. The gods preserve your Majesty.