The Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora) · chunk 54 of 63
Killigrew, Henry · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [Jan 8(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Sir, give us leave too, to ease ourselves of that joy that doth oppress us, how hath these your virtues rewarded all our travel, made our deed honourable, and to our faith have joined discretion, in showing yourself thus worthy of the place you are chose too, you have made it plain, as none ought, so none but yourself can rule: what praises will after-ages give us for this our loyalty? Had you been brought in with fire, with blood, with desolation, as you, with wonder, are given a gift of peace in the height of war, yet your endowments would have made all innocent, and like a year of good things made the bad forgotten. Sir I hope you do not think I flatter. My Lord, I do not, you that have so many virtues for to live by, need no dishonest Arts, nor by such ways seek to endear me, when you have already so really engaged me, that I am not able to give you a thanks, much less a return that's equal not to say if I could what I would do deserving you, and if you cannot in some kind reward yourself, 'tis not in my power to do it: These praises you have given me, do tell, if not what I am, yet what I should be, they shall not make me proud, but good, nor will I glory in them, but make them still my aim. I'll first offer them to the gods, and humbly from their hands pray for them again, and at the second gift account them mine. These men wrought hard too for, you. My Lord, I know it, and could I thank them in't, I'd stoop lower than the place from whence they raised me. See Sir, what joys approach you, your royal Sister. This way let me express a brother's love Before I speak it— O my Sister, y'are My Throne, my Sceptre, and my Crown, or what Is more dear and estimable with me, The Grace, the Majesty that rises from them. Pardon, if my much love make me a rude Brother, and too credulously soon I Proudly call myself by that honourable Name, when so lately I had leave to do't: Yet had it not been before declared Unto me, I could not so easily Consent to the belief; your face before Did joy me, but then an Angel wore it, And appeared more heavenly in your borrowed Shape than in his own. I cannot blame the Troubles of my former life, when I was Barred from such felicities as these. The gods were not so favourable to me As in a Dream, faintly and afar off To show the Blessings I was to hope, how Gladly I would have changed my greatest joys For such your troubles; This I may call my Birthday, I walked, and breathed, and spoke before. But lived not till this hour. I had a being Then, but not a life till now.
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Sir, give us leave too, to ease our selves of that ioy that doth oppresse us, how hath these your virtues rewarded all our travell, made our deede honourable, and to our faith have joynd discretion, in shewing your selfe thus worthy of the place you are chose too, you have made it plaine, as none ought, so none but your selfe can rule: what praises will afterages give us for this our loyalty? Had you beene brought in with fire, with blood, with desolation, as you, with wonder, are given a gift of peace in the height of warre, yet your endowments would have made all innocent, and like a yeare of good things made the bad forgotten. Sir I hope you doe not thinke I flatter. My Lord, I doe not, you that have so many virtues for to live by, neede no dishonest Arts, nor by such waies seeke to endeare me, when you have alreadie so really ingaged me, that I am not able to give you a thankes, much lesse a returne that's equall not to say if I could what I would do deserving you, and if you cannot in some kinde reward your selfe, tis not in my power to doe it: These praises you have given me, doe tell, if not what I am, yet what I should be, they shall not make mee proud, but good, nor will I glory in them, but make them still my ayme. Ile first offer them to the gods, and humbly from their hands pray for them againe, and at the second gift account them mine. These men wrought hard too for, you. My Lord, I know it, and could I thanke them in't, Ide stoope lower than the place from whence they raysed me. See Sir, what ioyes approch you, your royall Sister. This way let me expresse a brothers love Before I speake it—O my Sister, y'are My Throne, my Scepter, and my Crowne, or what Is more deare and estimable with me, The Grace, the Maiesty that rises from them. Pardon, if my much love make me a rude Brother, and too credulously soone I Proudly call my selfe by that honourable Name, when so lately I had leave to doe't: Yet had it not been before declar'd Unto me, I could not so easily Consent to the beleefe; your face before Did ioy me, but then an Angell wore it, And appeard more heavenly in your borrowed Shape than in his owne. I cannot blame the Troubles of my former life, when I was Barr'd from such felicities as these. The gods were not so favourable to me As in a Dreame, faintly and a farre off To shew the Blessings I was to hope, how Gladly J would have changd my greatest ioyes For such your troubles; This I may call my Birth-day, I walk't, and breath'd, and spoke before. But lived not till this hower. I had a being Then, but not a life till now.