A Christian Turned Turk (The Two Famous Pirates) · chunk 23 of 38
Daborne, Robert · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1612] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
whate'er it be I'll be as just to you As heaven to truth: by all that Ward denied, I vow me yours. I accept your faith: know then that I am bound Unto a desperate attempt, how it may succeed, Heaven and Fate only know. The circumstance I do enjoin you further not to inquire. What on your trust's imposed is the redeeming Those two betrayed young men, whom Ward did sell, When to his barbarous cruelty they opposed, And lost themselves, & state: their ransom's here, As you prove just, from all mishaps rest clear, And if I fail to accomplish your desires, All my sins haunt me, when my breath expires. I am most confident, best sir adieu, If Dansiker do live, he lives to you. Hast laid the train to my directions? It is done to the undoing of 'em all, Time calls aboard which spends not half an hour Before our train do take it rests to be determined What ships we fire, which bear along with us. Danvils makes with us, all the rest give fire to, Sares ship except, to him we are engaged, Nor will we prove ungrateful, are all things ready, To your own wishes. Aboard then instantly, Tunis farewell, Dansiker bids all pirates now adieu. he'll show you, what you might do, were you true How dull a pace keeps time to lovers eyes, And yet to me how swift the night's black horse, Makes way to raise the morn, whose least of light Takes all my hopes from me and damps me quite, Eleven and yet not come, he was not capable Of my quaint stratagem, or being possessed Of what he wanted, gold, contemns my love, It is no other Agar, he loathes thee, man's curse is, things forbid, still to pursue What's freely offered not to hold worth their view, ha? unless my credulous ears deceive me, There one make towards my window, The coast is clear, Bawd night I do salute thee Thou that dost wink at all faults, that hug'st so many sins in thy black bosom, the Sun grows pale to view them, to thee damnation's nurse I make my prayer, conjure thee by all my lustful embraces thou hast been witness to, by all the cuckolds thou hast made twixt morn and twilight to add one to the number, but one thou black eyed negro, never did woman make such shift to dub her husband, though many thou dost know have made most bare ones, oh let this instrument that hath so many freed from the hell of Usurers, and from the jaws of their fear, bandogs, hath paid so manies debts relieve my wants, I'll never blame thee, fortune henceforth if I lack, put thyself but this once on my my back, no false light in the window, no bawdy landmark, no handkerchief to waft me, I'll venture it, Agar, my lovely Agar.
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What ere it be Il'e be as iust to you As heaven to truth: by all that VVard denyed, I vow me yours. I accept your faith: know then that I am bound Vnto a desperate attempt, how it may succeed, Heauen and Fate onely know. The circumstance I do inioyne you further not to enquire. What on your trust's imposed is the redeeming Those two betraid young men, whom Ward did sell, When to his barbaros cruelty they opposed, And lost themselues, & state: their ransom's heere, As you proue iust, from all mishaps rest cleere, And if I faile to accomplish your desires, All my sins haunt mee, when my breath expires. I am most confident, best sir adew, If Dansiker do liue, he liues to you. Hast laid the traine to my directions? It is done to the vndoing of 'em all, Time cals aboard which speds not halfe an houre Before our traine do take it rests to be determin'd What ships we fire, which beare along with vs. Danvils makes with vs, all the rest giue fire to, Sares ship except, to him we are ingaged, Nor will we proue vngratefull, are all things ready, To your owne wishes. Aboard then instantly, Tunis fare-well, Dansiker bids all pyrats now adue. Hee'l shew you, what you might do, were you true How dull a pace keepes time to louers eyes, And yet to me how swift the nights blacke horse, Makes way to raise the morne, whose least of light Takes all my hopes from me and damps me quite, Eleuen and yet not come, he was not capable Of my quaint stratageme, or being possest Of what he wanted, gold, contemns my loue, It is no other Agar, hee loathes thee, Mans curse is, things forbid, still to pursue What's freely offered not to hold worth their veiw, Ha vnlesse my credulous eares deceiue me, Theare one make towards my windowe, The coast is cleere, Baude night I do salute thee Thou that dost winke at all faults, that hugst so many sinnes in thy blacke bosome, the Sunne growe's pale to veiw them, to thee damnations nurse I make my prayer, coniure thee by all my lustful imbraces thou hast bene witnesse to, by all the cuckolds thou hast made twixt morne and twilight to adde one to the number, but one thou blacke ei'd negro, neuer did woman make such shift to dub her husband, though many thou dost know haue made most bare ones, oh let this instrument that hath so many freed from the hell of Vurers, and from the iaws of their feare, bandogs, hath paid so manies debts releeue my wants, I'le neuer blame thee, fortune henceforth if I lacke, put thy selfe but this once on my my backe, no false light in the window, no baudy land-marke, no handkerchiefe to waft me, I'le venture it, Agar, my louely Agar.