A Christian Turned Turk (The Two Famous Pirates) · chunk 2 of 38
Daborne, Robert · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1612] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
True, who is't would not smile To hear a Soldier, that hath nothing left But misery to speak him man, can show More marks than pence, upon whose back contempt Heaps on the weight of poverty. Who would not smile To hear this piece of wretchedness boast his wounds? How far he went to purchase them? with what honour He put them on? and now for sustenance, Want of a little bread, being giving up His empty soul, should joy yet that his Country Shall see him breathe his last: when that air he terms his Ungratefully doth stifle him. You tell us of a gulf, which to eschew, You dash us 'gainst a rock more full of fear Of danger: for we should call that action, Which gives unto posterity our name Writ in the golden lines of honour, where this brands Our foreheads with the hateful name of thieves, of robbers, Piracy, it's theft, most hateful, swallows up The estates of Orphans, Widows, who borne free, Are thus made slaves, enthralled to misery, By those that should defend them, at the best. You rob the venting Merchants, whose manly breast Scorning base gain at home, puts to the main With hazard of his life and state, from other lands To enrich his own, whilst with ungrateful sands He thus is overwhelmed. These children have been at S. Antlins. They'll persuade's out of our profession. A plague upon this Scholarship, One man that savours of an University, Is able to infect a whole Navy with cowardice. Cowardice? thou liest: there's not a man here dares less than thyself. Zounds I'll try that. Hold, or by all my hopes, who makes next proffer Falls on my sword. If you will try your valours The enemy is at hand. As for your virtuous lectures, We are Mariners, and Soldiers, not tattered yet Enough to hear them, though in time we might Be apt for such tongue-comfort, being swayed By your directions. A sail, a sail, a sail. How? more sails yet? The first that we descried, doth bear a head, And as it seems, pursued by a man of war, They make with us for succour. Yes, we'll succour her, and suck her too, as dry as a usurers palm. Nay, than we are put from shore. Without ken boys, more sails, the least delay. O let's turn servingmen, the trencher hold Whilst others eat the meat. Away, make ready for the fight. Courage brave sparks, now to gain wealth, or graves: To die in peace fits beasts, and abject slaves. Thou needst not fear the curse, bloodthirsty monster. Oh that our better part should thus be captived By sense and will! who like a ship unmanned, That's borne by motion of the violent waves And giddy winds, doth seem to make a course Direct and punctive, till we see it dash Against some prouder Sulla, and display How much she inward wanted to her sway.
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True, who is't would not smile To heare a Souldier, that hath nothing left But misery to speake him man, can shew More markes then pence, vpon whose backe contempt Heapes on the weight of poverty. Who would not smile To heare this peece of wretchednesse boast his wounds? How farre he went to purchase them? with what honour He put them on? and now for sustenance, Want of a little bread, being giving vp His empty soule, should ioy yet that his Country Shall see him breath his last: when that aire he termes his Vngratefully doth stifle him. You tell vs of a gulfe, which to eschew, You dash vs gainst a rocke more full of feare Of danger: for we should call that action, Which giues vnto posterity our name Writ in the golden lines of honour, where this brands Our fore-heads with the hatefull name of theues, of robbers, Piracy, it's theft, most hatefull, swallowes vp The estates of Orphanes, Widowes, who borne free, Are thus made slaues, inthral'd to misery, By those that should defend them, at the best. You rob the venting Merchants, whose manly breast Scorning base gaine at home, puts to the maine With hazard of his life and state, from other lands To enrich his owne, whilst with vngratefull sands He thus is ouerwhelm'd. These children haue bin at S. Antlins. They'l perswad's out of our profession. A plague vpon this Schollership, One man that savours of an Vniversity, Is able to infect a whole Navy with cowardize. Cowardize? thou lyest: ther's not a man here dares lesse then thy selfe. Zounds Il'e try that. Hold, or by all my hopes, who makes next proffer Falles on my sword. If you will try your valours The enemy is at hand. As for your vertuous lectures, We are Mariners, and Souldiers, not tatter'd yet Inough to heare them, though in time we might Be apt for such tongue-comfort, being sway'd By your directions. A saile, a saile, a saile. How? more sailes yet? The first that we descri'd, doth beare a head, And as it seemes, pursued by a man of warre, They make with vs for succour. Yes, wee'l succour her, and sucke her too, as drye as a Vsurers palme. Nay, then we are put from shore. Without ken boyes, more sails, the least delay. O l turne Serving-men, the trencher hold Whilst others eate the meate. Away, make ready for the fight. Courage braue sparks, now to gain wealth, or graues: To dye in peace fits beasts, and abiect slaues. Thou needst not feare the curse, bloud-thirsty monster. Oh that our better part should thus be captiu'd By sence and will! who like a ship vnman'd, That's borne by motion of the violent waues And giddy winds, doth seeme to make a course Direct and punctiue, till we see it dash Against some prouder Sylla, and display How much she inward wanted to her sway.