The Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora) · chunk 56 of 63
Killigrew, Henry · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [Jan 8(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.75 · 551 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
methinks the times had such a vizor on, and till this day showed not a true face, Sir, you shall see him each day make new discoveries of virtues. My Lord, you promise too highly for me. Thou look'st sadly after all thy Honours. So methought, what can be the cause? A King they says the best Physician for a discontent. If I cannot bring you comfort, I sacrifice in your behalf. Sir, I bow to you. But that which is my grief will be no longer mine alone, then while I do conceal it, all that hearest will also have their share in it, 'tis a disease that good men catch merely by the fantasy. Justice could never yet with all her care so carve out her punishment, but that the Innocent were wounded with the blow, and felt the Judgement of another sin, while with her Sword she cuts off the offending parent the child is made an Orphan in the Cradle, and mourns hereafter because he had no fault. Whether doth this sad beginning tend? To this Sir, as we have slain withal religion a bloody tyrant, one that was greater in his sins then in the Kingdom he purchased by them. So too we have causeless slain the father of a Lady, that knew not so much guilt as to satisfy her, why she lost him: for want of whose life she now contemns her own, a Jewel of inestimable value with all that does behold it but herself, Sir, you cannot call her an enemy, though her goodness hath stood against you, and preserved her Father so many years in spite of all his sins, she ought to resist all piety if it were an enemy to her own. Her cause of grief is mighty, and if care be not taken, as their faults have done the rest, her goodness will destroy her, we that beheld the past deformities, can bear witness of her virtues, she was the only mine of honour, and when we have been wearied in seeking one grain, in her we could find a treasure, nor waste a beauty set of only with the blemishes of others, or foiled by general vices, but a real, and a native excellence, which as it could not be obscured with thickest darkness: so neither could it be outshined by other lights. Her grief concerns us all, and aught to be considered before our joys, bear these tears to her, we wish the excess of ours may lessen hers, and say that comfort which is left we will preserve, and carefully offer to her. Her brother with many of her friends are fled unto the Fort, and are there shut up— would I could give them life, what say you my Lord? may I do this? Is not mercy in this place folly? Sir, 'tis so at no time; you may do this or any thing you have a mind too, even in your fantasy there is a secret council, and seeing that all your actions, nay all your pleasures, are in some exercise of virtue, we will not cross you, but make it our greater care to preserve you in them, and have a more diligent eye lest your pity may prove cruel to yourself
nodes 1573–1582 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 56 of 63 in this edition
Length
551 words · 664 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.748 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T7 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Me thinks the times had such a vizor on, and till this day shewd not a true face, Sr, you shall see him each day make new discoveries of virtues. My Lord, you promise too highly for me. Thou look'st sadly after all thy Honors. So me thought, what can be the cause? A King they say's the best Physition for a discontent. If I cannot bring you comfort, I sacrifice in your behalfe. Sr, I bow to you. But that which is my greife will be noe longer mine alone, then while I doe conceale it, all that hears't will also have their share in it, 'tis a disease that good men catch meerely by the fantasy. Justice could never yet with all her care so carue out her punishment, but that the Innocent were wounded with the blow, and felt the Judgement of another sinne, while with her Sword she cuts off the offending parent the child is made an Orphan in the Cradle, and mournes hereafter because he had noe fault. Whether doth this sad beginning tend? To this Sr, as we have slaine withall religion a bloody tyrant, one that was greater in his sinnes then in the Kingdome he purchast by them. So too we have causelesse slayne the father of a Lady, that knew not so much guilt as to satisfie her, why shee lost him: for want of whose life she now contemnes her owne, a Jewell of inestimable value with all that does behold it but her selfe, Sr, you cannot call her an enemy, though her goodnesse hath stood against you, and preserved her Father so many yeeres in spite of all his sinnes, she ought to resist all piety if it were an enemy to her owne. Her cause of greife is mighty, and if care be not taken, as their faults have donne the rest, her goodnesse will distroy her, we that beheld the past deformities, can beare witnes of her virtues, she was the only mine of honour, and when we have beene wearyed in seeking one graine, in her we could finde a treasure, nor wast a beauty set of onely with the blemishes of others, or foild by generall vices, but a reall, and a native excellence, which as it could not be obscured with thickest darkenesse: so neyther could it be outshind by other lights. Her greife concernes us all, and ought to be considered before our joyes, beare these teares to her, we wish the excesse of ours may lessen her's, and say that comfort which is left we will preserve, and carefully offer to her. Her brother with many of her friends are fled unto the Fort, and are there shut up — would I could give them life, what say you my Lord? may I doe this? Is not mercy in this place folly? Sir, 'tis so at no time; you may doe this or any thing you have a minde too, even in your fantasiy there is a secret councell, and seeing that all your actions, nay all your pleasures, are in some exercise of virtue, we will not crosse you, but make it our greater care to preserve you in them, and have a more diligent eye least your pity may prove crewell to your selfe