A Christian Turned Turk (The Two Famous Pirates) · chunk 21 of 38
Daborne, Robert · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1612] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
Our blood, our Father's blood, all is forgiven, The bond of all thy sins is canceled, Keep but thy self from this. Let us redeem our country's shame by thee, We willing will endure our slavery. The words do rip my heart up: ha? Why stand you in this dilemma: are you deprived Of sense and being? Thou tell'st me true: with what brain can I think Heaven would be glad of such a friend as I am. A Pirate, murderer? let those can hope a pardon care To atone with heaven, I cannot, I despair. Will you yet hear me? yet heaven hath mercy. And hell damnation: on, zounds on I say, The way that leads to love is no black way. But thou wilt find it black: no hell I see's so low Which lust and woman cannot lead us to. Might be compared to his, who adjudged to death By his heads loss, should crave (stead of one stroke) To die a lingering torment on the rack. even such would be your life, whose guilt each hour Would strike your conscious soul with terrors. No more, this boys' words trouble me. If none of these move, let the example Of that contempt is thrown on runagates even by these Turks themselves, at least move you To fly this slavery. Most worthy sir, now I dare call you brother, Too fair a name to cloak so great a foe, This instant makes a trial of your virtue, Think on Ulysses' constancy. Why are you mute sir? I am not well. Alas! how can he, being so near to hell? Are you so weak to have a boys' words sway you? You have not mine, think 'tis heaven's hand doth stay you Have you no other but my sister sir, To make a stale off, did you not vow? whate'er, I do recant it, I am now myself, her looks in chanted me. Against a man's own soul, no oath can tie. This thy disgrace revenged shall speak in blood. Where is my betrothed husband? all's ready. To publish infamy to thee and us? The weathercock is turned, this boys' breath did it. Again turned? You cast your eyes too much upon the flame Proves your destruction. Ungentle boy, dost thou requite me thus? How canst thou blushless view me, have my tears Procured me nought but scorn? Forgiveness Voada: turn back thy comet-eyes, Plagues, Devils, poverty, may all ills fall Man e'er was subject to, I will enjoy thee. Force hence, I say, this boy. As I from hence, so thou art thrust from joy, eternal joys. The mufti's here: you know the custom sir, Some trivial ceremonies, they'll be soon over, They once performed you're ne'er unhappy more. Besides, the Captainship of our strong Castle Shall be my sister's portion, here's the key. Do not delay them then. They are come sir. What mean these slaves, their sights like Basilisks Foretells my ruin: 'sheart make this way.
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Our bloud, our Fathers bloud, all is forgiuen, The bond of all thy sinnes is cancelled, Keep but thy sealfe from this. Let vs redeeme our countries shame by thee, We willing will endure our slavery. The words do rip my heart vp: ha? Why stand you in this dlemma: are you depriu'd Of sence and being? Thou telst me true: with what brain can I think Heauen would be glad of such a friend as I am. A Pirate, murderer? let those can hope a pardon care To atone with heaven, I cannot, I dispaire. Will you yet heare me? yet heauen hath mercy. And hell damnation: on, zounds on I say, The way that leads to loue is no blacke way. But thou wilt find it black: no hell I see's solow Which lust and woman cannot lead vs to. Might be compar'd to his, who adiudg'd to death By his heads losse, should craue (stead of one stroke) To dye a lingring torment on the racke. Euen such would be your life, whose guilt each houre Would strike your conscious soule with terrors. No more, this boyes words trouble me. If none of these moue, let the example Of that contempt is throwne on runnagates by these Turkes themselues, at least moue you To this slavery. Most worthy sir, now I dare call you brother, Too faire a name to cloake so great a foe, This instant makes a tryall of your vertue, Thinke on Vlysses constancy. Why are you mute sir? I am not well. Alas! how can he, being so neere to hell? Are you so weake to haue a boyes words sway you? You haue not mine, thinke 'tis heavens hand doth stay you Haue you no other but my sister sir, To make a stale off, did you not vow? What er'e, I do recant it, I am now My selfe, her lookes in chanted me. Against a mans owne soule, no oath can tye. This thy disgrace reveng'd shall speake in bloud. Where is my betrothed husband? Al's ready. To publish infamy to thee and vs? The wether-cocke is turn'd, this boyes breath did it. Againe turn'd? You cast your eyes too much vpon the flame Proues your destruction. Vn-gentle boy, doest thou requite me thus? How canst thou blushlesse view me, haue my teares Procur'd me nought but scorne? Forgiuenesse Voada: turne backe thy comet-eyes, Plagues, Divels, poverty, may all ils fall Man ea'r was subiect to, I will enioy thee. Force hence, I say, this boy. As I from hence, so thou art thrust from ioy, eternall ioyes. The Muffties heere: you know the custome sir, Some triviall ceremonies, they'l be soone ore, They once perform'd you'r ner'e vnhappy more. Besides, the Captaine-ship of our strong Castle Shall be my sisters portion, heer's the key. Do not delay them then. They are come sir. What meane these slaues, their sights like Basiliskes Foretels my ruine: 'sh eart make this way.