A Christian Turned Turk (The Two Famous Pirates) · chunk 4 of 38
Daborne, Robert · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1612] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Zounds do they begin to prate, have with you, lace the netting, let down the fights, make ready the small shot, gunner, give them a broad side, we'll prate with 'em A star board there. Brave countrymen, Think through how many dangers, with what sweat, what care, How long expense of time, we have been getting Those goods these Robbers fight for, that should make good to us The sweet of just endeavours, look on this maid, Think with what honourable welcomings, You shall deliver her to her betrothed husband, How much you shall engage him, lastly, think that you see, Even all the misery's despised poverty Can throw on men, that by this one hours valour We only can redeem ourselves from death Oh think how happy 'tis to innocence, Whereunto guilty souls it looks black and fearful: At least let this all thoughts of fear dispel, Truth fights 'gainst theft, and heaven opposes hell. we are resolved S. Dennis victory. A constant breast may fall, but cannot die, Recall thy spirit brave friend, a while, yet stay, At least bear thy revenge hence with thee. He hath lost all motion. Injurious heaven that with so excellent matter As is our soul, didst mingle this base mould, So frail a substance earth, as if thou hadst framed man The subject of thy laughter, gav'st him a spirit Free, unbounded, whose fiery temper breaks Through all the clouds of danger, dares even heaven, Swells and bears high, when with one little prick This bubble breaks, displays a vanity, Ridiculous vanity, this building That hath been twenty and odd years a rearing, One blast thus lays it flat, I could e'en tremble, To think that such a coward I bear about me, As is this flesh, that for so small a wound Betrays our life. This shows sir, nature near intended man, Other then as she sent him to the world, All unoffensive, unaligned: when unto beasts, She gave the means to hurt as to defence, The armour she gave man was innocence. True, there was some other end in our creation Then to be that which men term valiant. There was. Courage brave sparks the slaves begin to faint, It is his evil spirit sure that in this likeness haunts him See where he lies. 'Sfoot we shall share the more sir, I always thought Fortune had marked him out to die by the French. He had so much of the English spirit in him. Fortune! true, the fate of man is fixed, unmovable as the pole: how idle then were he Should strive to cross unvoided destiny? And think to stay his course, seeing we are swayed As are the motionary engines of a clock, By the dull weight that still doth downward tend, Till it strike earth, and so there motion end. Give me the hearing Sir,
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Zounds do they beginne to prate, haue with you, lace the netting, let downe the fights, make ready the sm shot, gunner, giue them a broad side, wee'le prate with 'e A starre board there. Braue countrymen, Thinke through how many dangers, with what sweate, what care, How long expence of time, we haue bene getting Those goods these Robbers fight for, that should make good to vs The sweete of iust indeauours, looke on this maid, Thinke with what honourable welcomings, You shall deliuer her to her betrothed husband, How much you shall ingage him, lastly, thinke that you see, Euen all the misries dispised pouerty Can throw on men, that by this one houres valour We onely can redeeme our selues from death Oh thinke how happy 'tis to innocence, Whereunto guilty soules it lookes black and feareful: At least let this al thoughts of feare dispell, Truth fights gainst theft, and heauen opposes hell. Wee are resolued S. Dennis victory. A constant breast may fall, but cannot dye, Recall thy spirit braue friend, a while, yet stay, At least beare thy reuenge hence with thee. He hath lost all motion. Iniurious heauen that with so excellent matter As is our soule, didst mingle this base mould, So fraile a substance earth, as if thou hadst fram'd man The subiect of thy laughter, gau'st him a spirit Free, vnbounded, whose firy temper breakes Through all the clouds of danger, dares euen heauen, Swels and beares high, when with one little pricke This buble breakes, displaies a vanity, Ridiculous vanity, this building That hath bene twenty and odde yeares a rearing, One blast thus laies it flat, I could en'e tremble, To thinke that such a coward I beare about me, As is this flesh, that for so small a wound Betrayes our life. This shewes sir, nature neare intended man, Other then as she sent him to the world, All vnoffensiue, vnan'd: when vnto be asts, She gaue the meanes to hurt as to defence, The armour she gaue man was innocence. True, there was some other end in our creation Then to be that which men terme valiant. There was. Courage braue sparkes the slaues beginne to faint, It is his euill spirit sure that in this likenesse hants him See where he lies. S'foot we shall share the more sir, I alwaies thought Fortune had markt him out to dye by the French. He had so much of the English spirit in him. Fortune▪ true, the fate of man is fixt, Vnmoueable as the pole: how idle then were he Should striue to crosse vnuoided desteny? And thinke to stay his course, seeing we are sway'd As are the motionary ingines of a clocke, By the dull weight that still doth downeward tend, Till it strike earth, and so there motion end. Giue me the hearing Sir,