A Christian Turned Turk (The Two Famous Pirates) · chunk 7 of 38
Daborne, Robert · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1612] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 463 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
By all my hopes thou hadst been better digged Thy grandsires Urn up and have swallowed it. Thou barkest too much to bite. Clear the deck there, each man bestow himself It's done, there hawser's cut without descry, Away, farewell brave Captain, conquest sits on thy brow. Leave me, I say Th'wert never gulled till now. Give a charge there, say your prayers Knight, doom's day is nigh True it sinks thee to hell, whilst thus it bears me high. Stand'st thou so long, thou hast some enchantment sure, Or have I lost my wonted vigour? Flatter no more thyself, wilt thou deliver A moiety of thy prize up? Yes, thus thou sharest it: Damnation! his sword falls. Oh that my gall could spout out through mine eyes A poisonous vapour to put out your lights, And in a vale of darkness leave the world. Wilt thou yet yield me right? Know Francisco, Wert thou an army that encompassed me, I would breathe defiance to thee, and with this arm, As shot from out a cannon's mouth, thus would I make A way through death and danger. I do applaud thee, and that thou well mayst know All valour's not confined within thy breast I thus oppose thee, fortune shall have no share In what I conquer. Why, now I envy thee, thy life is mine, Take it I dare thy let. Not for the world, thus I return thy debt: Not only in the prize but in myself Thou hast an equal share, henceforth I vow the brotherhood. Your love, I ask no more. You need not, there's one gone before Takes order for your share. Whether makes the slaves, where's Gallop? Posting as fast as his sails will bear him. Incarnate Devil forthwith give them chase, Why movest not? They have cut our hawsers we cannot budge afoot. The death of slaves pursue him. You are too violent. To be baffled by a Cur, a foisting hound My zany: A creature without a soul Made to mock man with. Forbear I say, and let us turn our anger On the next passenger. Might I but live to see the dogfish once again. Near doubt it sir, next prize we take forthwith we'll make to Tunis, mean time let revenge sleep Those tides most violent are, which winds back keep, For this alone I vow, whom next I meet Shall feel my fury, nation nor quality Shall be their privilege, my sword now vengeance craves, And who escape this do worse, I'll sell for slaves. What news brave Captain? Good. These letters from my wife bring certainty Of our obtained pardons, on condition We hence forth for the state of France employ Our lives and service. Long live King Henry of France.
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By all my hopes thou hadst bene better dig'd Thy grandsirs Vrn vp and haue swallowed it. Thou bark'st too much to bite. Cleere the deck there, each man bestow himselfe It's done, there hauser's cut without descry, Away, farewell braue Captaine, conquest sits on thy brow. Leaue me, I say Th'wert neuer gull'd till now. Giue a charge there, say your prayers Knight, doom's day is nie True it sinks thee to hel, whilst thus it beares me high. Stand'st thou so long, thou hast some inchantment sure, Or haue I lost my wonted vigor? Flatter no more thy selfe, wilt thou deliuer A moyty of thy prise vp? Yes, thus thou shar'st it: Damnation! his sword fals. Oh that my gall could spoute out through mine eyes A poysonous vapour to put out your lights, And in a vale of darkenesse leaue the world. Wilt thou yet yeeld me right? Know Francisco, Wert thou an army that imcompast me, I would breath defiance to thee, and with this arme, As shot from out a cannons mouth, thus would I make A way through death and danger. I do applaud thee, and that thou well maist know All valor's not confin'd within thy breast I thus oppose thee, fortune shall haue no share In what I conquer. Why, now I enuy thee, thy life is mine, Take it I dare thy let. Not for the world, thus I returne thy debt: Not onely in the prise but in my selfe Thou hast an equal share, henceforth I vow the brother-hood. Your loue, I aske no more. You need not, there's one gone before Takes order for your share. Whether makes the slaues, where's Gallop? Posting as fast as his sailes wil beare him. Incarnate Diuell forth-with giue them chase, Why mou'st not? They haue cut our hausers we cannot budge a foot. The death of slaues pursue him. You are too violent. To be baffled by a Cur, a foysting hound My Zani: A creature without a soule Made to mocke man with. Forbeare I say, and let vs turne our anger On the next passenger. Might I but liue to see the dog-fish once againe. Neare doubt it sir, next prise we take forth-with Wee'le make to Tunis, meane time let reuenge sleepe Those tides most violent are, which winds backe keep, For this alone I vow, whom next I meete Shall feele my fury, nation nor quallity Shall be their priuiledge, my sword now vengeance craues, And who escape this do worse, I'le sell for slaues. What newes braue Captaine? Good. These letters from my wife bring certainty Of our obtained pardons, on condition We hence forth for the state of France imploy Our liues and seruice. Long liue King Henry of France.