A Christian Turned Turk (The Two Famous Pirates) · chunk 9 of 38
Daborne, Robert · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1612] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T39 Profit, conscience and dishonest dealing · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T39: conscience, lucre, usury, lucar, fraud, dissimulation, simony, london, lady, nemo.
Why? doth Religion move any thing in the shapes of men? Altogether. What's the reason else that the Turk & Iew is troubled (for the most part) with gouty legs, and fiery nose, to express their heartburning: whereas the Puritan is a man of upright calf, and clean nostril. Setting aside your nose, you should turn Christian, than your calf swells upward mightily. How? I turn Christian? they have Iew enough already amongst'em: were it but three qualities they have, I'll be none of their society. Three qualities? I prithee tell 'em us Rabshake. First, they suffer their wives to be their masters. Secondly, they make men thieves for want of maintenance, and then hang them up for stealing. Lastly, they are mad four times a year, and those they call Term-times, and then they are so purged by their Physicians, which they name Lawyers, some of 'em are never their own men after it. I turn Christian? they shall have more charity amongst 'em first. They will devour one-another as familiarly as Pikes do Gudgeons, and-with as much facility as Dutchmen do Flapdragons. How? eat up one-another? ay, eat up one-another: you have an innocent Christian called a Gallant, your City Christian will feed upon no other meat by his good will. But their wives will not feed on 'em too. The truth is, they are not altogether so great devourers; marry they will be sucking at the bones. But see my master, the great thief and the little thieves, the robbers and the receiver. He's come. Thou powerful God of love, strike through Those awful darts of thine, whose burning heads (mine eyes Pierce through hearts of ye, melt frostiest breasts, Make all stoop to thy Deity. Now give thy art, No God but Cupid pities mortal's smart. Five ducats a Tun, 'shart the Cask is worth more, You must remember at what rate you bought 'em. And at what price you may have more. You speak like men that know how the market goes Your ear Iew. What misery remains to add to mine, My brother lost his life in my defence; And with his life, my sex and liberty, I stand deprived of. Are not these wounds sufficient To let out my weak breath? Thou flinty breast, Art thou impenetrable? or is that thing called death Too great a good for such a wretch as I am? It is, it is, And that's the cause so many miseries Do stop the way to't. I am your Merchant Reuben Rabshake, my wife, her sister Fetch me three hundred ducats for this Gentleman. This newcome thief sir? Gentleman, slave. Why your thief is a Gentleman, he scorns to do any thing, and he lives upon his comings in. Peace dog, you see gallants, we are not Italianate to lock our women up, we set 'em free, give open entertainment.
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Why? doth Religion moue any thing in the shapes of men? Altogether. What's the reason else that the Turke & Iew is troubled (for the most part) with gowty legges, and fiery nose, to expresse their heart-burning: whereas the Puritan is a man of vpright calfe, and cleane nosthrill. Setting aside your nose, you should turne Christian, then your calfe swels vpward mightily. How? I turne Christian? they haue Iew enough already amongst'em: were it but three qualities they haue, Il'e be none of their society. Three qualities? I pri'the tell 'em vs Rabshake. First, they suffer their wiues to be their maisters. Secondly, they make men theeues for want of maintenance, and then hang them vp for stealing. Lastly, they are madde foure times a yeare, and those they call Tearm-times, and then they are so purg'd by their Physitians, which they name Lawyers, some of 'em are never their owne men after it. I turne Christian? they shall haue more charity amongst 'em first. They will devoure one-another as familiarly as Pikes doe Gudgeons, and-with as much facility as Dutchmen doe Flapdragons. How? eate vp one-another? I, eate vp one-another: you haue an innocent Christian cal'd a Gallant, your Citie Christian will feed vpon no other meate by his good will. But their wiues will not feed on 'em too. The truth is, they are not altogether so great devourers; mary they will be sucking at the bones. But see my maister, the great theefe and the little theeues, the robbers and the receiuer. He's come. Thou powerful God of loue, strike through Those awful darts of thine, whose burning heads (mine eies Pierce thorough hearts of yee, melt frostiest breasts, Make all stoope to thy Deity. Now giue thy art, No God but Cupid pitties mortal's smart. Fiue duckets a Tun, 'shart the Caske is worth more, You must remember at what rate you bought 'em. And at what price you may haue more. You speake like men that know how the market goes Your eare Iew. What misery remaines to adde to mine, My brother lost his life in my defence; And with his life, my sexe and libertie, I stand depriu'd of. Are not these wounds sufficient To let out my weake breath? Thou flinty breast, Art thou impenetrable? or is that thing cald death Too great a good for such a wretch as I am? It is, it is, And that's the cause so many miseries Do stop the way too't. I am your Merchant Ruben Rabshake, my wife, her sister Fetch me three hundred Dukets for this Gentleman. This new-come theefesit? Gentleman, slaue. Why your theefe is a Gentleman, he scornes to do any thing, and he liues vpon his commings in. Peace dogge, you see gallants, we are not Italionat to locke our women vp, wee set 'em free, giue open entertainment.