The Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora) · chunk 59 of 63
Killigrew, Henry · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [Jan 8(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
O Sir, you have undermined my pride, and removed me from that advantage ground I stood on, to my own low height. These your last words comes near unto me, and makes me with reverence believe all that you have spoken; before your virtues only stirred my hate and envy, this deed first taught me to admire, and cannot doubt there is a want of any nobleness, when you have shown such passionate care in preserving a distressed Virgin, whom I durst not think of, lest I should think too, of her dishonour. Sir, keep in your joy, we do not think ourselves such high deservers, in doing that which barbarous people would have done, they which would have burnt the Temples, would have kneeled to her, and what duties they neglected to the Altar, would have paid at her feet. Think you we could desire to save such enemies as you, and not adore an enemy of her virtues. Give me not scorn and honour in the same breath, you have made me leave myself, hate me not now I am nothing. Now I meet you: and first give me leave with this to throw away all danger that does threaten you. Next my request is (if you dare trust me) to leave this place, and presently go with me whether I shall lead you. I breathe, am warm— all alive— The Sun shines too, I have not heard of any of his rays in the other world. 'tis earth I tread on at least, if I am not mounted higher, and yet I hope I am not in heaven, for let them say what they will, 'tis to be dead to be there; and I like not the society, though they be Angels; what do I see? I begin to misdoubt, I do behold some such shapes here. Faces heavenly, and di— Divine, or else my fantasy abuses me, if I be alive and on the earth, then there was poison in that cup. A pox o my curiosity, what need I have cared whether I had been, so long as I found myself well? I should have got fearful honour if I had drunk my share. By this I see 'twas not a dream, nor swoon I was in, but all true story. I did not think before, it had been in the power of all the Kings in the world to have given me life, when I was yet living; but these thoughts shall pass. And now I'll look before me presently, I'll to the new Court, and though the King be changed, not despair to be the same man. My father, my brother, why do you fly me? your welcome, and loved shapes. O my sad fantasy! Madam, The King wishes you joy and comfort. The King, what King? oh. And desires to visit you. Return all duty and service to the King. Joy attend you Madam. My Comforter.
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O Sir, you have underminde my pride, and remov'd me from that advantage ground I stood on, to my owne low height. These your last words comes neere unto me, and makes me with reverence beleeve all that you have spoken; before your virtues onely sturd my hate and envie, this deed first taught me to admire, and cannot doubt there is a want of any noblenesse, when you have shewne such passionate care in preserving a distressed Virgin, whom I durst not thinke of, least I should thinke too, of her dishonour. Sir, keepe in your joy, wee doe not thinke our selves such high deservers, in doing that which barbarous people would have done, they which would have burnt the Temples, would have kneeld to her, and what duties they neglected to the Altar, would have paid at her feet. Thinke you wee could desire to save such enemies as you, and not adore an enemy of her virtues. Give me not scorne and honour in the same breath, you have made me leave my selfe, hate me not now I am nothing. Now I meete you: and first give me leave with this to throw away all danger that does threaten you. Next my request is (if you dare trust me) to leave this place, and presently goe with me whether I shall lead you. I breath, am warme—all alive—The Sunne shines too, I have not heard of any of his rayes in the other world. Tis earth I tread on at least, if I am not mounted higher, and yet I hope I am not in heaven, for let them say what they will, tis to bee dead to be there; and I like not the society, though they be Angels; what doe I see? I begin to mis-doubt, I doe behold some such shapes here. Faces heavenly, and di—Divine, or else my fantasie abuses me, if I be alive and on the earth, then there was poyson in that cup. A poxe o my curiositie, what need I have car'd whether I had beene, so long as I found my selfe well? I should have got fearefull honour if I had drunke my share. By this I see 'twas not a dreame, nor swound I was in, but all true story. I did not thinke before, it had beene in the power of all the Kings in the world to have given mee life, when I was yet living; but these thoughts shall passe. And now Ile looke before me presently, Ile to the new Court, and though the King be chang'd, not despaire to be the same man. My father, my brother, why doe you flye mee? your wellcome, and lov'd shapes. O my sad fantasie! Madam, The King wishes you ioy and comfort. The King, what King? oh. And desires to visit you. Returne all duty and service to the King. Joy attend you Madam. My Comforter.