A Christian Turned Turk (The Two Famous Pirates) · chunk 26 of 38
Daborne, Robert · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1612] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 477 words
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I think the serpent crept into a narrow hole, and left his case behind him. Then I am a Cornuto. This make's the naked truth appear so. The best is, the crest is mine own, I paid well for't. Dear husband pardon me, I will confess, What wilt thou confess? that thou hast made a mere Ass of me, to pay thy journeyman wages before hand. It should seem he laboured hard to earn it, he could keep no clothes about him. This slave doth not think I'll cut his throat for this, you have watched nearly sirrah, you have. Unless I should have been their bawd, I could watch no nearer, methinks she hath done you a great pleasure, rid you of your disease, jealousy, now you need fear no more, you are in possession on't, your doubts are at an end. Good, very good, my doubts are at end, but I shall hang you in suspense for this: you Manticora that plump upon raw flesh, here set your hand to this letter, that I may draw your Captain on again upon the breach, I'll blow you up else, why move you not, I am sure you laid your hand to the business when time was. Pardon me sir, I know my life is forfeit To your just anger, nor will I be the means To shed more blood, mine shall suffice alone, Since only one is wronged punish but one. She loves him still, I am a cuckold He has outgone me, do you hear; subscribe Move me no further. The worst can be but death, I will not. I tell thee I'll for give thee, give my revenge Scope but at him, thou art free. Swear it by Abraham's dust, the ashes of our forefathers. Dust and ashes it's but a frail oath. By that, and all that ties a virtuous mind, I vow and swear by written writ. You'll swear as much to forgive me I hope to sir. Why, thou shalt be the messenger, nay the actor In my just vengeance. The hangman you mean sir, I am expert at it. Francisco, what news man? The worst your ears can hear, our ships They are untouched, of all they are only safe. You dazzle your own eyes, that villain Dansiker Hath grappled them and fled. Whirlwinds pursue him, heaven, seas, earth, all at once join to his confusion, now I do see too late There is a hand o'errules our will and fate. I shall then take your promise, your brother being redeemed, this night I shall enjoy thee. This Diamond binds me to't, by this I swear. 'Tis thine I will bestow it on thee, to tie thy faith Thou hast his ransom. 'Tis here. About it then, now fortune equal prove I am happy, yet her lust redeems my love.
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I thinke the serpent crept into a narrow hole, and let his case behind him. Then I am a Cornuto. This make's the naked truth appeare so. The best is, the crest is mine owne, I paid well for't. Deere husband pardon me, I will confesse, What wilt thou confesse? that thou hast made a meere Asse of me, to pay thy iourney-man wages before hand. It should seeme he labour'd hard to earne it, he could keepe no cloathes about him. This slaue doth not thinke I'le cut his throate for this, you haue watcht neerely sirrah, you haue. Vnlesse I should haue bene their baud, I could watch no neerer, me thinkes she hath done you a great pleasure, rid you of your disease, iealousy, now you need seare no more, you are in possession on't, your doubts are at an end. Good, very good, my doubts are at end, but I shall hang you in suspence for this: you Manticora that plumpe vpon raw flesh, here set your hand to this letter, that I may draw your Captaine on againe vpon the breach, I'le blow you vp else, why moue you not, I am sure you laid your hand to the businesse when time was. Pardon me sir, I know my life is forfeit To your iust anger, nor will I be the meanes To shed more bloud, myne shall suffice alone, Since onely one is wrong'd punish but one. She loues him still, I am a cuckold He has out-gon me, do you heare; subscribe Moue me no further. The worst can be but death, I will not. I tel thee I'le for giue thee, giue my reuendge Scope but at him, thou art free. Sweare it by Abrahams dust, the ashes of our fore-fathers. Dust and ashes it's but a fraile oath. By that, and all that ties a vertuous mind, I vow and sweare by written writ. You'le sweare as much to forgiue me I hope to sir. Why, thou shalt be the messenger, nay the actor In my iust vengeance. The hang-man you meane sir, I am expert at it. Francisco, what newes man? The worst your eares can heare, our ships They are vntoucht, of all they are onely safe. You dazell your owne eyes, that villaine Dansiker Hath grapled them and fled. Whirle-winds pursue him, heauen, seas, earth, all at once Ioyne to his confusion, now I do see too late There is a hand ore-rules our will and fate. I shall then take your promise, your brother being redeem'd, this night I shall enioy thee. This Diamond binds me to't, by this I sweare. 'Tis thine I will bestow it on thee, to tie thy faith Thou hast his ransome. 'Tis heere. About it then, now fortune equall proue I am happy, yet her lust redeemes my loue.