A Christian Turned Turk (The Two Famous Pirates) · chunk 34 of 38
Daborne, Robert · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1612] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 484 words
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he'll make the old Iew believe I was his wives bawd. The slave was borne Pander, his mother was a Midwife, and then he must needs be bawd to set his mother's trade awork. You will groan for this anon sir. I pray you sir sit down, a small banquet sir. Provocatives and whetters on? one lickerous thing draws out another. Who will not swear Venery is a sweet sin now? Bacchus and Venus, two Gods, the Devil is far enough off then. You are deceived sir, he is at your elbow. Is Dunne in the mire? for old acquaintance' sake we'll drag you out sir: you are in travel, I am the son of a Midwife, I'll help to deliver you. It cannot be, I am in a dream. A good belief doth well; were I in your case, I should be passed dreaming: but I'll cast you in a slumber sir. You must be at your sweet meats: cannot Mutton serve your turn, but you must have sauce to it? This Whore hath betrayed me: now she hath wrung what she can out of me, she hangs me up for a dried Neats-tongue. She is an insatiate Whore sir, hath enticed me by the Pander your man: I was chaste before I knew her sir. Believe him not sir, he is a mere Goat, look on his beard else. You may see by his hair he is a man of hot Liver; he came over me with such violence I had not the heart to resist him. I believe you wife, I believe you, and thou shalt justify it to his teeth before the greatest Devil in hell. Rabshake give her a Mittimus, strangle her. Have you forgot your oaths sir? I swore as I was a Turk, and I will cut your throat as I am a Iew. Villain, keep off, I say. You should have said so when time was Mistress. Thou betrayest thyself slave, makest way to thine own destruction. Stop her throat, I say, give no ear to her. I do confess my sin, I have wrongfully betrayed thee. I find myself in bonds for't Lady, it is some comfort yet, that I die not unrevenged. Thou speakest charitably. Is she gone? is her lust satisfied now? Do a woman to death, and she will be satisfied, nothing else will. Now for you M. Gallop: you gave it me with tilting, and I will return your courtesy. Save my life sir, and I will be your slave, sell myself in open market, brand me. That were Lex talion indeed, one mark for another: but it will not serve the turn. Have at you. Ha, ha, ha, how the Ox gores him. 'Sdeath villains, treacherous villains, the plague, pox. He died a true lecher, with the pox in his mouth. Why this was valiantly done sir, in single opposition.
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Hee'l make the old Iew beleeue I was his wiues bawd. The slaue was borne Pander, his mother was a Midwife, and then he must needs be bawd to set his mothers trade aworke. You will grone for this anon sir. I pray you sir sit downe, a small banquet sir. Provocatiues and whetters on? one licorous thing drawes out another. Who will not sweare Venery is a sweete sin now? Bacchus and Venus, two Gods, the Divell is farre enough off then. You are deceived sir, he is at your elbow. Is Dunne in the mire? for old acquaintance sake wee'l dragge you out sir: you are in travell, I am the sonne of a Midwife, Il'e helpe to deliver you. It cannot be, I am in a dreame. A good beleefe doth well; were I in your case, I should be past dreaming: but Il'e cast you in a slumber sir. You must bee at your sweet meates: cannot Mutton serue your turne, but you must haue sauce to it? This Whoore hath betraid me: now she hath wrung what she can out of me, she hanges me vp for a dryed Neats-tongue. She is an insatiate Whoore sir, hath intic'd me by the Pander your man: I was chaste before I knew her sir. Beleeue him not sir, he is a meer Goate, looke on his beard else. You may see by his haire hee is a man of hot Liver; he came over me with such violence I had not the heart to resist him. I beleeue you wife, I beleeue you, and thou shalt iustifie it to his teeth before the greatest Divell in hell. Rabshake giue her a Mittimus, strangle her. Haue you forgot your oathes sir? I sware as I was a Turke, and I will cut your throat as I am a Iew. Villaine, keepe off, I say. You should haue said so when time was Mistresse. Thou betraiest thy selfe slaue, makest way to thine owne destruction. Stop her throat, I say, giue no eare to her. I do confesse my sin, I haue wrongfully betraid thee. I find my selfe in bonds for't Lady, it is some comfort yet, that I dye not vnreveng'd. Thou speakest charitably. Is she gone? is her lust satisfied now? Do a woman to death, and she will bee satisfied, nothing else will. Now for you M. Gallop: you gaue it me with tilting, and I will returne your curtesie. Saue my life sir, and I will be your slaue, sell my selfe in open market, brand me. That were Lex talion indeed, one marke for another: but it will not serue the turne. Haue at you. Ha, ha, ha, how the Oxe goares him. 'Sdeath villaines, trecherous villaines, the plague, pox. He died a true letcher, with the pox in his mouth. Why this was valiantly done sir, in single opposition.