A Christian Turned Turk (The Two Famous Pirates) · chunk 18 of 38
Daborne, Robert · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1612] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
The cunning fowler to beguile the birds Brings up some tame, and lets them fly abroad To draw in others, that their liberty May be the bait to others' misery. Such is state-policies, sometimes to advance an ill, When others for less crimes it oft doth kill. But to cut off your further argument What's mine of prowess, or art, shall rest by you To be disposed of: but to abjure My name, and the belief my ancestors Left to my being. I do not love so well The earth that bore me, to lessen my contempt And hatred to her, by so much advantage, So oblique act as this should give to her. Work in my sister presently. You are yourself free, nor will I further Dissuade your resolution, nor less esteem Your merit, and fair worth. You engage me to you sir. He enjoys too much by promise to be won, 'tmust be a woman's act, to whom there's nought That is impossible: What Devils dare not move. Men to accomplish, women work them to. And see, in happy time she's come, we'll single them. Here comes an argument that would persuade A God turn mortal, until I saw her face, I never knew what men term beauty was: Besides whose fair, she hath a mind so chaste A man may sooner melt the Alps then her. We will along with you, when makes she hence? The wind sits fair, the slaves are sending down Whom the next morn bears hence. We will aboard with you fair sir, we'll leave Our love exchanged with you, some happier time May perfect that good work I wish were mine. My truest services: nay Lady stay Though hitherto I have been a hapless Orator, Your milder measure, or my love-taught tongue, May find more fortunate hours: for by that guide, Which rules and knows our thoughts— Reserve your oaths sir to more easy ears, I understand myself too well to credit 'em. Ungentle maid to triumph in my torment, If ever breast did feel the power of love, Or beauty made a conquest of poor man I am thy captive, by heaven, by my religion. As my belief's in that, my faith gives trust To your protests. Then by thy God, by the great Mahomet. too weak a bond to tie a Christian in. What shall I swear by? propose an oath to me The breach whereof would at once sink me lower Than hell knows being, I'll take it willingly. I'll be concealed no longer, know then I love, But not the man whose daily Orisons Invoke confusion on me, whose religion Speaks me an Infidel. 'Sheart I am of none, only to feed discourse, And fill up argument. But you must be of one if you'll enjoy me, If then your thoughts answer to what you speak Turn Turk I am yours. Turn Turk? Do you demur already? how prodigal your words Spoke your affection, and with one simple trial Are you struck mute.
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The cunning fowler to beguile the birds Brings vp some tame, and lets them flye abroad To draw in others, that their liberty May be the bait to others misery. Such is state-policies, somtimea to aduance an ill, When others for lesse crimes it oft doth kill. But to cut off your further argument What's mine of prowesse, or art, shall rest by you To be dispos'd of: but to abiure My name, and the beliese my ancesters Left to my being. I do not loue so well The earth that bore me, to lessen my contempt And hatred to her, by so much advantage, So oblique act as this should giue to her. Worke in my sister presently. You are your selfe free, nor will I further Diswade your resolution, nor lesse esteeme Your merit, and faire worth. You ingage me to you sir. He enioyes too much by promise to be won, T'must be a womans act, to whom ther's nought That is impossible: What Divels dare not moue. Men to accomplish, women worke them to. And see, in happy time she's come, wee'l single them. Here comes an argumēt that would perswade A God turne mortall, vntill I saw her face, I never knew what men terme beauty was: Besides whose faire, she hath a minde so chaste A man may sooner melt the Alpes then her. We wil along with you, when makes she hence? The wind sits faire, the slaues are sending downe Whom the next morne beares hence. We will aboard with you faire sir, wee'l leaue Our loue exchang'd with you, some happier time May perfect that good work I wish were mine. My truest seruices: nay Lady stay Though hitherto I haue beene a haplesse Orator, Your milder measure, or my loue-taught tongue, May finde more fortunate houres: for by that guide, Which rules and knowes our thoughts— Reserue your oathes sir to more easie eares, I vnderstand my selfe too well to credit 'em. Vn-gentle maid to triumph in my torment, If euer breast did feele the power of loue, Or beauty made a conquest of poore man I am thy captiue, by heauen, by my religion. As my beleefe's in that, my faith giues trust To your protests. Then by thy God, by the great Mahomet. To weake a bond to tye a Christian in. What shal I sweare by? propose an oath to me The breach whereof would at once sinke me lower Then hell knowes being, Il'e take it willingly. Il'e be conceal'd no longer, know then I loue, But not the man whose daily Orisons Invoke confusion on me, whose religion Speakes me an Infidell. 'Sheart I am of none, onely to feed discourse, And fill vp argument. But you must be of one if you'l enioy me, If then your thoughts answere to what you speake Turne Turke I am yours. Turne Turke? Do you demur already? how prodigal your words Spoke your affection, and with one simple triall Are you strooke mute.