A Christian Turned Turk (The Two Famous Pirates) · chunk 28 of 38
Daborne, Robert · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1612] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 489 words
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This dog deludes us, I'll tear thy throat out villain, unless thou instantly name him she loves. Her Page sir, the little Christian, the good faced Captain gave her, Fidelio. My slave, the French Ship-boy? I saw him leave her now. How dost thou know she loves him? she makes him sing bawdy songs to her, looks fortunes in his fist, & babies in his eyes, makes dialogues betwixt him, her little dog, & herself: lies upon her back, puts his hand in her hand, & wrings it till the tears come again. Insatiate monster, could her swollen blood Reach such a height none but my Page must suit her. Contain yourself a while, this slave can speak One of her dialogues. It is my practice sir: you shall stand for the Lady, you for her dog, and I the Page: you and that dog looking one upon another, the Page presents himself. Good. The best is behind sir. Iew, slave, dog. The horned Devil follow him. A Skippers boy? The shame of woman? rather than be baffled thus I will betray this town, blow up the Castle: Francisco, do but second me. First repossess yourself of your strong hold, I fear some treachery: the Governor With all the janissaries of the town I met in their way thither. Blast them ye powers first. The Governor Make towards the Castle? I am betrayed, away, I see that heaven forgets not though I delay. Thrust out by janissaries? Pack hence false Runagate, Slave, Beggar. Disgracious vassals, what mountain covers me? Wink, wink, thou Daystar, hide my guilty shame, Make me as if I ne'er had been, whose name Succeeding times will curse: should I confess my sin, there's not an ear that can with pity hear A man so wicked miserable: should I bear up, Outlook my crimes, I want means to support me. To die I dare not, the jaws of hell do yawn To swallow me: live I cannot: Famine threats, And that the worst of poverty, contempt and scorn. Never on man Fate cast so black a frown, Up I am denied to fly, unpitied down. Rest restless soul on this accursed soil, And teach the world into how sad a toil Ambition and swift riot run, when mean content Sits low, yet happy: and when their day is spent All that they get is labour and unrest, A hateful grave, and worst, a troubled breast. Where shall I find this most unfortunate wretch? There is a part in him called man, which we should pity How ere his merit stands, nor will I leave him, Though he hath left himself. See where he lies Best suiting with his fortunes, could we our fate foreknow Men were as Gods, nor need we have lain so low. How fare you brother? why with so sad an eye Do you behold me, that in your miseries Bear equal part?
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This dogge deludes vs, Il'e teare thy throat out villaine, vnlese thou instantly name him she loues. Her Page sir, the little Christian, the good fac'd Captaine gaue her, Fidelio. My slaue, the French Ship-boy? I saw him leaue her now. How do'st thou kow she loues him? Shee makes him sing bawdy songs to her, lookes fortunes in his fist, & babies in his eyes, makes dialogues betwixt him, her little dogge, & her selfe: lies vpon her backe, puts his hand in her hand, & wrings it till the teares come againe. Insatiate monster, could her swolne blood Reach such a height none but my Page must sute her. Containe your selfe a while, this slaue can speake One of her dialogues. It is my practise sir: you shall stand for the Lady, you for her dogge, and I the Page: you and that dogge looking one vpon another, the Page presents himselfe. Good. The best is behinde sir. Iew, slaue, dogge. The horned Divell follow him. A Skippers boy? The shame of woman? rather then be baffeld thus I will betray this towne, blow vp the Castle: Francisco, do but second me. First repossesse your selfe of your strong hold, I feare some trechery: the Governor With all the Ianisaries of the towne I met in their way thither. Blast them ye powers first. The Governor Make towards the Castle? I am betraid, away, I see that heaven forgets not though I delay. Thrust out by Ianisaries? Packe hence false Runnagate, Slaue, Beggar. Disgratious vassals, what mountain covers me? Winke, winke, thou Day-star, hide my guilty shame, Make me as if I ner'e had beene, whose name Succeeding times wil curse: should I confesse my sin, Ther's not an eare that can with pitty heare A man so wicked miserable: should I beare vp, Out-looke my crimes, I want meanes to support me. To dye I dare not, the iawes of hell do yawne To swallow me: liue I cannot▪ Famine threats, And that the worst of poverty, contempt and scorne. Never on man Fate cast so blacke a frowne, Vp I am denied to flye, vnpittied downe. Rest restlesse soule on this accursed soyle, And teach the world into how sad a toyle Ambition and swift ryot run, when meane content Sits low, yet happy: and when their day is spent All that they get is labour and vnrest, A hatefull graue, and worst, a troubled breast. Where shal I find this most vnfortunat wretch? There is a part in him cald man, which we should pitty How er'e his merit stands, nor will I leaue him, Though he hath left himselfe. See where he lyes Best suiting with his fortunes, could we our fate forknow Men were as Gods, nor need we haue laine so low. How fare you brother? why with so sad an eye Do you behold me, that in your miseries Beare equall part?