A Christian Turned Turk (The Two Famous Pirates) · chunk 3 of 38
Daborne, Robert · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1612] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T57 Ships, merchants and pirates typicality 0.86 · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
You have well described him: but to our own fortunes. We must obey necessity, since 'tis our fates To be surprised thus, by this monster beast. We must as did that Captain, so much famed, Lick the fierce lions feet, till happier times Do give us freedom in his punished crimes. You have well advised. Fortune in spite of thee, howe'er my body's thralled, my mind rests free. This stand our comfort: we may happen be the Chorus only to their Tragedy. Unfortunate sister, my heart dissolves to blood, And pays sad tribute to thy sadder griefs. Nay, make no period, our woes are not at full, Hymen did ne'er behold so black a nuptial. Alas! with our delay we hasten misery, See how they bear up to us. Dear sister hide At lest thy sex, though not thy sorrow. Wretched Alizia, little thinks young Raymond His bride's so near unto captivity. Be gentle yet you seas, and swallow me, Since I am denied his arms, let my virginity Be offered unto him in sacrifice. 'T will be some comfort, his love a maiden dies. Nay then thou cleavest my soul, do not distrust Chaste thoughts are guided by a power, that's just. My worthy friends, yet what persuasion needs To stir up valour where necessity And justice of our cause, in basest spirits Would strike a fire to kindle cowardice? Three days we have been pursued by a Dutch Pirate, And now we are fallen upon no less a monster. methinks I see your eyes darting forth flames Like lions in their chase, the greedy hunter Seeming to warm that blood, whose heat and rage Proves his destruction. Hoy, Not ready yet? alas thou wilt betray thyself unto their lust. Rather to death: Nature this comfort gave, No place so miserable, but yields a grave To wretchedness. Hoy, of whence your ship, and whither are you bound? We are of Marcelles, bound for Normandy. Of whence are you? We are of the Sea. The Devil land you. Bring your master a board, or we'll give you a broad side. As you are men I do conjure your valours. As you are virtuous keep from slavery. A hapless, hapless maid. Misdoubt it not fair-maid, there's not a man here, but well knows how much He hath advantage of his enemy, A race of thieves, Bankrupts, that have lain Upon their country's stomach like a surfeit, Whence being vomited they strive with poisonous breath To infect the general air: Creatures that stand So far from what is man, they know no good, But in their prey, nor for necessity But for mere hate to virtue, pursuing vice, And being down themselves would have none rise. The curs are sure asleep, we'll waken 'em, Gunner give fire. In their own language answer them.
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You haue well describ'd him: but to our owne fortunes. We must obey necessitie, since 'tis our fates To be surpriz'd thus, by this monster beast. We must as did that Captaine, so much famed, Lik the fierce Lyons feet, till happier times Do giue vs freedome in his punish't crimes. You haue well aduis'd. Fortune in spight of thee, How ea'r my body's thrald, my minde rests free. This stand our comfort: we may happen be he Chorus onely to their Tragedy. Vnfortunate sister, my heart dissolues to bloud, And payes ad tribute to thy sadder griefes. Nay, make no period, our woes are not at full, Hymen did ne're behold so blacke a nuptiall. Alas! with our delay we hasten misery, See how they beare vp to vs. Deere sister hide At least thy sex, though not thy sorrow. Wretched Alizia, little thinkes yong Raymond His Brid's so neere vnto captivity. Be gentle yet you seas, and swallow me, Since I am denyed his armes, let my virginity Be offred vnto him in sacrifice. 'T will be some comfort, his loue a maiden dies. Nay then thou cleau'st my soule, do not distrust Chast thoughts are guided by a power, that's iust. My worthy friends, yet what perswasion needs To stirre vp valour where necessity And iustice of our cause, in basest spirits Would strike a fire to kindle cowardize? Three daies we haue been pursued by a Dutch Pyrat, And now we are falne vpon no lesse a monster. Me thinkes I see your eyes darting forth flames Like Lyons in their chase, the greedy hunter Seeming to warme that bloud, whose heate and rage Proues his destruction. Hoy, Not ready yet? alas thou wilt betray Thy selfe vnto their lust. Rather to death: Nature this comfort gaue, No place so miserable, but yeelds a graue To wretchednesse. Hoy, of whence your ship, and whither are you bound? We are of Marcelles, bound for Normandy. Of whence are you? We are of the Sea. The Diuell land you. Bring your maister a boord▪ or wee'l giue you a broad side. As you are men I do coniure your valours. As you are vertuous keepe from slavery. A haplesse, haplesse maid. Misdoubt it not faire-maid, Ther's not a man heere, but well knowes how much He hath aduantage of his enemy, A race of theeues, Bankroupts, that haue laien Vpon their countries stomacke like a urfet, Whence being vomited they striue with poysonous breath To infect the generall are: Creatures that stand So far from what is man, they know no good, But in their prey, nor for necessity But for meere hate to vertue, pursuing vice, And being downe themselues would haue none rise. The curs are sure asleepe, wee'le waken 'em, Gunner giue fire. In their owne language answere them.