A Christian Turned Turk (The Two Famous Pirates) · chunk 33 of 38
Daborne, Robert · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1612] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 478 words
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Nay then we shall be troubled with you. Plagues, pestilences, all fall upon my head Rather than by a whore be famished. I do conjure you. Rabshake? Here sir. Is this child of Adam coming yet? he that will eat of the forbidden fruit though he lose Paradise for't, is he coming. As fast as his legs will bear him, considering the use he means to put them to. I have provided a Caudle to comfort him with. That's my dear precious villain, how sweet art thou Revenge? the thought of thee turns all my blood to air. And your horns too sir? All light Rabshake. They were begot light, but methinks they should be heavy in the wearing. I will make them abortives man, smother them in the womb. Though you lop the branches, you will preserve the tree to bear more fruit, I hope, your wife sir. She shall down too, I will let her blood in a new vein she shall turn up the white of the eye, and die the death of a sinner. How will you dispense with your oaths sir? Tush, by equivocation man, I will not hurt her, but thou shalt by equivocation, behind the Arras, my dear Rabshake. That word (by equivocation) lies on my stomach, I would be loath it should make me cast up my gall, I would not have my throat cut by equivocation. The game is roused, take thy stand and strike Rabshake. Strike you sir? you are the keeper, and have the fees in possession, I have no money upon this equivocation. So the hour of my redemption is at hand, for man's worst hell, a whore. You put me to a sweet purgation the other night, 'twas well fear took away some of my senses, I had smelled for't else. You saw the necessity of it sir. You may call it necessity. I thought of the day of judgement, and that was more than ever I did in my life before: what with the fire above, and the Ram-headed Devil your husband below, I imagined damnation could not be far off. Good, excellent good. And whither is that golden calf of Horeb, that Iew of the the Tribe of Israel gone, that it is jubilee with you now, all open? He is rid to the Goletto about taking in a commodity. And in the mean time thou wilt utter one at home, I am thy Merchant Wench, and will deal with thee by wholesale. Rather by retail sir, retail. Where is your Pim Rabshake, taking a nap at the stair foot, committing sin in conceit, whilst we are at it in action? hath he the two qualities of an Usher, a good ear, and to endure cold of his feet? have you given him instructions? I see how it did work, I feel it.
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Nay then we shall be troubled with you. Plagues, pestilences, all fall vpon my head Rather then by a whoore be famished. I do coniure you. Rabshake? Here sir. Is this childe of Adam comming yet? hee that will eate of the forbidden fruite though he loose Paradice fort, is he comming. As fast as his legges will beare him, considering the vse he meanes to put them to. I haue provided a Cadle to comfort him with. That's my deere pretious villaine, how sweet art thou Reuenge? the thought of thee turnes all my bloud to aire. And your hornes too sir? All light Rabshake. They were begotlight, but methinkes they should be heauy in the wearing. I will make them abortiues man, smother them in the wombe. Though you lop the branches, you will preserue the tree to beare more fruit, I hope, your wife sir. She shal downe too, I will let her bloud in a new veine she shall turne vp the white of the eye, and dye the death of a sinner. How will you dispence with your oathes sir? Tush, by equivocation man, I will not hurt her, but thou shalt by equivocation, behinde the Arras, my deere Rabshake. That word (by equivocation) lyes on my stomacke, I would be loath it should make me cast vp my gall, I would not haue my throat cut by equivocation. The game is rows'd, take thy stand and strike Rabshake. Strike you sir? you are the keeper, and haue the fees in possession, I haue no mony vpon this equivocation. So the houre of my redemption is at hand, for mans worst hell, a whoore. You put me to a sweet purgation the other night, 'twas well feare tooke away some of my sences, I had smelt for't else. You saw the necessity of it sir. You may call it necessity. I thought of the day of Iudgement, and that was more then euer I did in my life before: what with the fire aboue, and the Ram-headed Divell your husband below, I imagined damnation could not bee farre off. Good, excellent good. And whither is that golden calfe of Horeb, that Iew of the the Tribe of Israel gone, that it is Iubile with you now, all open? Hee is rid to the Goletto about taking in a commodity. And in the meane time thou wilt vtter one at home, I am thy Merchant Wench, and will deale with the by wholesale. Rather by retaile sir, retaile. Where is your Pim Rabshake, taking a nap at the staire foot, committing sin in conceit, whilst we are at it in action? hath he the two qualities of an Vsher, a good eare, and to indure cold of his feet? haue you giuen him instructions? I see how it did worke, I feele it.