A Christian Turned Turk (The Two Famous Pirates) · chunk 6 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 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Accept it? he could not name that honour We covet more, reward the messenger, They two shall be the hostages For the equal trial, what's his weapon? Where the place of fight? His weapons are sword and dagger, the place Here on our hatches, both our ships being grappled, The cath on each side given, who conquers the other Shares the whole booty. Agreed we seal to his condition, Francisco call you him? I emulate His daring spirit. Fortune shapes our revenge you see. What need you give yourself unto this danger, When in our general strength we have advantage? I prithee do not move my patience, I scorn to take From others to my rising, he's only worthy state From fortune's wheel plucks boldly his own fate, And here's an arm shall do't. You see his insolence how he contemns us. No more, we are agreed. How shall we hinder their pursuit? When both the ships are grappled, privately we'll cut their hawsers, the wind blows fair To give our lesser bark advantage, 'tis not ten leagues To Tunis, where entered, we are as safe As in a tower of brass. How if we shoot him, as we make away? By no means t' shall be Francisco's task To cut his throat, this makes our revenge full, We share the prize he fights for Rare gull! we are all firm and secret, All. So that I rise, let the world sink, heaven fall. My merit: shall I thrall them? the sway of things, Belongs to him dares most, such should be Kings, And such am I, what nature in my birth Denied me, fortune supplies: this maxim I hold, He lives a slave, that lives to be controlled, But see the man whose ruin crowns me. Art thou the chief and guider of this Bark? The same sir. May I impute it to your ignorance In marines' actions, or the daring spirit, That bars my right in thy achieved prize. This makes you answer, what do you see in me, Doth promise I should be the sutler sir, Fetch you provision in. A little calmer sir, you are not now in Kent, Crying herrings seven a penny, nay we have heard of you; You can bawl well, you have served a prenticeship Unto the trade, affrighting of whole streets With your full Oyster voice. Damnation! Poor fisher's brat, that never didst aspire Above a mussel boat, that wert not borne Unto a fortune 'bove two cades of sprats, And those smoked in thy father's bedchamber; That by a beggar in mere charity Being made drunk, steed of a mariner Were't stole aboard, and being awake didst smell Worse than thy shell commodity at midsummer, That desperate through fear wert made a Captain, When to have been ashore again, thou wouldst have turned Swabber unto a Peterman.
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Accept it? he could not name that honour We couet more, reward the messenger, They two shall be the hostages For the equall triall, what's his weapon? Where the place of fight? His weapons are sword and dagger, the place Here on our hatches, both our shippes being grappled, The cath on each side giuen, who conquers the other Shares the whole booy. Agreed we seale to his condition, Francisco call you him? I emulate His daring spirit. Fortune shapes our reuendge you see. What need you giue your selfe vnto this danger, When in our generall strength we haue aduantage? I prithee do not moue my patience, I scorne to take From others to my rising, he's onely worthy state From fortunes wheele plucke's boldly his owne fate, And heere's an arme shall do't. You see his insolence how he contemnes vs. No more, we are agreed. How shall we hinder their pursuite? When both the ships are grappled, priuately Wee'le cut their hausers, the wind blows faire To giue our lesser barke aduantage, 'tis not ten league To Tunis, where entred, we are as safe As in a tower of brasse. How if we shoote him, as we make away? By no meanes t' shall be Franciscoes taske To cut his throate, this makes our reuenge full, We share the prise he fights for Rare gull! we are all firme and secret, All. So that I rise, let the world sinke, heauen fall. My merit: shall I thrall them? the sway of things, Belongs to him dares most, such should be Kings, And such am I, what nature in my birth Denied me, fortune supplies: this maxime I hold, He liues a slaue, that liues to be contrould, But see the man whose ruine crownes me. Art thou the chiefe and guider of this Bark? The same sir. May I impute it to your ignorance In Marines actions, or the daring spirit, That barres my right in thy atchieued prise. This makes you answere, what do you see in me, Doth promise I should be the sutler sir, Feth you prouision in. A little calmer sir, you are not now in Kent, Crying herrings seuen a peny, nay we haue heard of you▪ You can baule well, you haue seru'd a prentiship Vnto the trade, affrighting of whole streetes With your full Oyster voyce. Damnation! Poore fishers brat, that neuer didst aspire Aboue a muse boate, that wert not borne Vnto a fortune boue two cades of sprats, And those smoakt in thy fathers bed-chamber▪ That by a beggar in meere charity Being made drunke, steed of a mariner Wert stole aboard, and being awake didst smell Worse then thy shell commodity at midsummer, That desperate through feare wert made a Captaine, When to haue bene a shoare againe, thou wouldst haue turn'd Swabber vnto a Peter-man.