Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora) · chunk 61 of 63

Killigrew, Henry · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [Jan 8(?)] (Annals)
tragedy · King's Men
unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 498 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.

I did Madam. And does she know of it yet? She lives only by the favour. Madam, fall not so low, we have already too much dejected you, and would ourselves gladly submit in recompense, y'are still in the esteem of all, that which you have been, not by the sins of others but by your own endowments, admired Princess, and may a curse light, light on those, who shall dare to unthrone a Majesty which the gods themselves have seated; we are come confident in these your virtues, that you will not disdain when nobly we endeavour it, to have your grief lessened by your enemies, Madam, though proper, yet we are willing comforters, and have as true a sense of what you suffer as those, who in a nearer name do share their losses with you. Sir, admit me to kneel before you, I ought not to stand an equal height with Majesty, and virtue, so much above me, what undeserving name is due to me, when you are pleased to call yourself an enemy, if you are one, it is to yourself, in thus preferring your mercy before your safety, you have given my brother life, to bring your own in danger, and removed my grief, which hereafter may be the cause of it to yourself. Sir, think me unworthy, but not a scorner, of these favours, were my sorrow's heaver. (Thus offered) 'twere but religion to bow, and to receive 'em, You make us all happy, and show a virtue above your sex, in being able so much to love, and yet to lose a Father, if still you can resist this passion, and rejoice with us, with you we will observe your days of mourning. We are now going to pay some Funeral duties to our dead predecessor, for your sake so we will ever call him. Spare these tears, and we will weep them for you, mourn all as if we had lost a general parent. Sir, there is much joy in them, which the softness of your words, and not my grief causeth to flow from me. Fame, thou spok'st loudly of these Ladies, and yet thy voice was narrow in their Praise. I have passed hitherto, and perceive no great alteration, I thought the subversion of a State would have made such a clatter among the houses, and there's no such matter, it has not changed a suit of hangings here, yonder's our Princess too, I am among friends, now fortune direct me, which is the King— The least change that ever I saw, nay then I perceive I may do even what I list. My Lord Comastes? Your servant my Lord, I hope you have forgot all those little unkindnesses that passed betwixt us, and will speak a noble word in my behalf unto the young King. Ha, ha, ha, wouldst thou be fool again. No my Lord, you know I was never called so in the last reign.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora)
AuthorKilligrew, Henry
Publication year (edition)1638
First performance / composition (Annals)1635 [Jan 8(?)]
First performance (BritDrama)1635 [Jan]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional;Private
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1073 · TCP A04824 · DEEP 893
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1635–1647 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 61 of 63 in this edition
Length498 words · 634 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T14 — Royal love, favour and dynastic relationships at 0.788
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T9 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I did Madam. And does she know of it yet? She lives onely by the favour. Madam, fall not so low, we have already too much dejected you, and would our selves gladly submit in recompence, y'are still in the esteeme of all, that which you have beene, not by the sinnes of others but by your owne indowments, admired Princesse, and may a curse light, light on those, who shall dare to unthrone a Majesty which the gods themselves have seated; we are come confident in these your virtues, that you will not disdaine when nobly we endeavour it, to have your greife lessened by your enemies, Madam, though unpropper, yet we are willing comforters, and have as true a sence of what you suffer as those, who in a neerer name doe share their losses with you. Sr, admit me to kneele before you, I ought not to stand an equall height with Majesty, and vertue, so much above me, what undeserving name is due to me, when you are pleas'd to call your selfe an enemy, if you are one, it is to your selfe, in thus prefering your mercy before your safety, you have given my brother life, to bring your owne in danger, and removed my greife, which hereafter may be the cause of it to your selfe. Sr, thinke me unworthy, but not a scorner, of these favours, were my sorrowes heaver. (Thus offerd) twere but religion to bow, and to receive 'em, You make us all happy, and shew a virtue above your sex, in being able so much to love, and yet to loose a Father, if still you can resist this passion, and rejoyce with us, with you we will observe your dayes of mourning. We are now going to pay some Funerall duties to our dead predecessor, for your sake so we will ever call him. Spare these teares, and we will weepe them for you, mourne all as if we had lost a generall parent. Sir, there is much joy in them, which the softenesse of your words, and not my greife causeth to flow from me. Fame, thou spokst loudly of these Ladyes, and yet thy voyce was narrow in their Prayse. I have past hitherto, and perceive noe great alteration, I thought the subversion of a State would have made such a clatter among the houses, and ther's no such matter, it has not chang'd a suite of hangings heere, yonders our Princesse too, I am among friends, now fortune direct me, which is the King — The least change that ever I saw, nay then I perceive I may doe even what I list. My Lord Comastes? Your servant my Lord, I hope you have forgot all those litle unkindnesses that past betwixt us, and will speake a noble word in my behalfe unto the yong King. Ha, ha, ha, wouldst thou be foole againe. No my Lord, you know I was never call'd so in the last raigne.