A Christian Turned Turk (The Two Famous Pirates) · chunk 22 of 38
Daborne, Robert · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1612] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Nay, do not shun our sight, hear us but now, we'll forgive all our wrongs, with patience row At the unwieldy oar: we will forget That we were sold by you, and think we set Our bodies 'gainst your soul, the dearest purchase Of your Redeemer, that we regained you so, Leave but this path damnation guides you to. 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. Here could I wish our period, or that our Pen Might speak the fictions, not the acts of Men. The deeds we have presented hitherto, are white Compared unto those black ones we must write: For now no more at men, but Giantlike The face of heaven itself, he dares to strike: And with a blushless front he dares to do, What we are dumb to think, much more to show: Yet what may fall beyond uncertain guess Your better savours bind us to express. The accursed Priests of Mahomet being set; Two Knights present the wretch, who finds no let To his perdition: to whom nor shame, nor fear Give any curse. Dismounted from that steed Did best befit the rider: they then read The Laws of their damned Prophet: he subscribes, enrolls his name into their Pagan Tribes. Now wears the habit of a freeborn Turk, His sword excepted, which lest they should work Just villainy to their seducers, is denied Unto all Runagates, unless employed In wars 'gainst Christians. Last, oh be he last For swears his name! with what, we blush to tell, But 'tis no wonder, blacks the way to hell, Who though he seem yet happy, his success Shows he exchanged with it, and wretchedness. Give patience to our scene, which hereto tends, To show the world, black deeds will have black ends. Ward turned Turk? it is not possible. I saw him Turk to the Circumcision. marry therein I heard he played the Iew with 'em, Made 'em come to the cutting off an ape's tail. I see the hand of heaven prevented mine, Death was too fair a guerdon for him. But to the present, Deserving sir, I now am to conjure you By all the offices of friendship past, By what my future love, and means may stead you, To vow performance of one small request.
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Nay, do not shun our sight, heare vs but now, Wee'l forgiue all our wrongs, with patience row At the vnweldy oare: we will forget That we were sold by you, and thinke we set Our bodies gainst your soule, the deerest purchase Of your Redeemer, that we regain'd you so, Leaue but this path damnation guides you to. 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 dilemma: 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 black way. But thou wilt find it black: no hell I see's solow Which lust and woman cannot lead vs to. Here could I wish our period, or that our Pen Might peake the fictions, not the acts of Men. The deeds we haue presented hitherto, are white Compar'd vnto those blacke ones we must write: For now no more at men, but Gyant-like The face of heuen it selfe, he dares to strke: And with a blushlesse front he dares to doe, What we are dmbe to thinke, much more to shew: Yet what may fall beyond uncertaine guesse Your better savours binde us to expresse. The accursed Priests of Mahomet being set; Two Knights present the wrtch, who finds no let To his pertion: to whom nor shame, nor feare Giue any cure. Dsmounted from that steed Did best befi the rider: they then read The Lawes of their dm'd Prophet: he subscribes, Iroles his name into their Pagan Tribes. Now weares the habit of a free-borne Turke, Hi swrd excepted, which least they should worke Iust villny to their seducert, is deny'd Vnto all Runnagates, vnlesse imployd Inwarres 'gainst Christians. Last, oh be he last For sweares his name! with what, we blush to tell, But 'tis no wonder, blackes the way to hell, Who though he seeme yet happy, his successe Shewes he exchang'd with it, and wretchednsse. Giue patience to our Scoene, which hereto tends, To shew the world, blacke deeds will haue blacke ends. Ward turn'd Turke? it is not possible. I saw him Turke to the Circumcision. Mary therein I heard he play'd the Iew with 'em, Made 'em come to the cutting off an Apes taile. I see the hand of heaven prevented mine, Death was too faire a guerdon for him. But to the present, Deseruing sir, I now am to coniure you By all the offices of friendship past, By what my future loue, and meanes may stead you, To vow performance of one small request.