A Christian Turned Turk (The Two Famous Pirates) · chunk 30 of 38
Daborne, Robert · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1612] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Make instantly to Voada, tell her This night a skipper doth attend to steal aboard Her love Fidelio, give her the hour and place Wish her to pistol him. Wouldst have her kill her to. ay, and run made for't, meanwhile I'll walk the streets I shall meet some will know me to whom I will relate my wrongs, wilt do't Francisco? My soul to gauge. This comfort then in spite of hell I'll have, went not unrevenged unto his grave. How black a path unbounded riot treads, Your gentler eyes have viewed. Our scene now leads To give him rest, that from his ills had learned To know his misery, and at least had earned This lesson from the extremes, that others past No course that violent is, secure can last. This clue doth wind him back, and Dansiker, The wealth of Tunis, now is become there fear, Strives to redeem his infamy and with success, Makes through their bowels to his happiness. No sooner he arrives in France, but his sad ears Instead of welcomes entertain new fears, The aged Oak that Atlas-like sustained, The weight of France, that with his blood regained Her wasted body, like the Pelican By one that from his life took breath is slain, This fatal blow, astonisheth the hopes Of Dansiker, and his, to make return, Impossible those fires yet fresh do burn, Would threaten them with utmost tortures here To make abode, they find themselves beset With many they by their spoil made foes, yet Twixt two extremes they chose the better part Take land and to the Governor present Themselves and fortunes, show their act, intent And penitence, their promised pardon, what befell This show presents, which words deny to tell. Twixt hope and dread, as suited former merit, The Governor receives them gives new spirit Unto their drooping hopes, when with the name Of Dansikers arrival, swift winged fame Brings in the oppressed Merchants, whose spoil Had fed his hungry sword, and with their toil Made rich his rapines, these crave law, his life The opposing Governor almost ends the strife, With his own blood, informs them, the king's death Stood only bar to his safety, that his breath Would recompense all former injuries, To approve it gives them notice of the prize Brought from Tunis, and more to assuage their ire Dansiker dare, what act they can desire Man to accomplish, to redeem his peace And their great losses, all their furies cease. And with one voice demand Benwash the Iew As his just ransom, they need no more renew, This their request, by oath themselves they tie. To bring him prisoner, or in the action die. No motives from his wife or child dissuade, This his resolve, suppose he now hath made His back return and in some apt disguise Attends success unto his enterprise His end and strange prevention, briefly show Designs are men's, their sway the gods do owe.
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Make instantly to Voada, tell her This night a skipper doth attend to steale aboard Her loue Fidelio, giue her the houre and place Wish her to pistoll him. Wouldst haue her kill her to. I, and runne made for't, meane while I'le walke the streetes I shall meete some will know me to whom I will relate my wrongs, wilt do't Francisco? My soule to gage. This comfort then in spight of hell I'le haue, went not vnreuendg'd vnto his graue. How blacke a path unbounded riot treads, Your gentler eyes haue veiw'd. Our Scoene now leads To giue him rest, that from his ills had learn't To know his misery, and at least had earn'd This lesson from the extreams, that others past No course that violent is, secure can last. This clue doth wind him backe, and Dansiker, The wealth of Tunis, now is become there feare, Striues to redeeme his infamy and with successe, Makes through their bowels to his happinesse. No sooner hee arriues in France, but his sad eares Insteed of welcomes entertaine new feares, The aged Oke that Atlas-like susteyned, The weight of France, that with his bloudregain'd Her wasted body, like the Pellican By one that from his life tooke breath is slaine, This fatall blow, astonisheth the hopes Of Dansiker, and his, to make returne, Impossible those fires yet fresh doe burne, Would threaten them with vtmost tortures heere To make aboad, they finde themselues beset With many they by their spoyle made foes, yet Twixt two extremes they chose the better part Take land and to the Gouernor present Themselues and fortunes, shew their act, intent And poenitence, their promised prdon, what befell This shew presents, which words deny to tell. Twixt hope and dread, as suited former merit, The Gouernour receiues them giues new spirit Vnto their drooping hopes, when with the name Of Dansikers arriuall, swift wing'd fame Brings in the opressed Merchants, whose spoyle Had fd his hungry sword, and with their toyle Made rich his rapines, these craue law, his life The opposing Gournour almost ends the strife, With his owne bloud, informes them, the Kings death Stoo onely bar to his safety, that his breath Would recompnce all former inuries, To approue it giues them notice of the prise Brought from Tunis, and more to assawadge their ire Dansiker dare, what act they can desre Man to accomplish, to redeeme his peace And their great losses, all their furies cease. And with one voyce demand Benwash the Iew As his iust ranome, they need no more renew, This their request, by oath themselues they tye. To bring him prisoner, or in the action dye. No motiues from his wife or child diswade, This his resolue, suppose h now hath made His backe returne and in some apt disguise Attends successe vnto his enterprise His end and strange preuention, briefly shew Designes are mens, their sway the gods do owe.