A Christian Turned Turk (The Two Famous Pirates) · chunk 36 of 38
Daborne, Robert · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1612] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 483 words
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'Sfoot myself too. For once I'll try you: here bind me, if you do outreach me, I'll ne'er trust Iew more. Here, here: Is thy head in? It is sir. Have I caught you? are you in the noose? you have seen the play of Pedringano sir, I'll play with you. 'Sheart I am your slave sir, I did it to make your worship merry. Tush, you are my heir, I'll hang you up a airing. As you are a man hear me sir. You must have your chains, you shall be chained, I could even crack my sides with laughter. This will afford me mirth unto my dying day. The play of Pedringano? how the weasel hangs! Ha, ha, ha. thieves, thieves: Murder, murder. I shall betray myself with laughter. Were you caught Rynard? are you in the noose? Murder, murder, thieves murder. Break open the doors, the voice speaks from this room. Murder, murder, murder. inhuman deed! what hand could be so bloody? Speak, who was the murderer? Help me to a surgeon. Run for a surgeon. Tell by what monster was this act (so full of horror) done? Three strangers rushed in suddenly, we being at supper, all my servants forth, save honest Rabshake: and having rifled us, did act this horrid murder. Here is a surgeon. The Prophet Mahomet reveal the homicides. What moves these outcries? Behold a bloody murder, Benwash, his wife, This Captain, and his servant. My honest servant, honest Rabshake. Benwash murdered? he hath saved me a labour. Is there any hope of life in him? His wounds are sleight, sir, only his faintheart makes them dangerous. Take courage man. Speak, hast thou any knowledge of the Murderers? Only he says they are strangers, men of the sea. Canst thou remember in what habit, what men of person and complexion they were? What means the slave to eye me so? That fellow in the stammel hose is one of them. Lay hands on him. On me? Villain, thou buyest my blood At a dear rate. O thou immortal God Who know'st my innocence! that for his former sins Hast given up, Dansiker into the hands Of these damned miscreants. Dansiker? I Dansiker, that would with all your deaths Have canceled his former infamy, Left to the world a precedent of valour, Writ in your sad confusions: but heaven is just, Christians did fall by me, by slaves I must. Call forth the common Hangman, by this time he hath done his office on Francisco. Dansiker? unlooked for? Hear me before I die, I do confess Mine own hand did these murders. Dansiker Hath justly done me vengeance. How's this? thou done these murders thyself, being bound and hurt? Thou ravest sure. I did them sir: the cause my wife proved false, untrue, Bear witness, though I lived a Turk, I die a Iew. Out Dog, Devil.
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'Sfoot my selfe too. For once Ile try you: heere binde me, if you do outreach me, Il'e ner'e trust Iew more. Heere, heere: Is thy head in? It is sir. Haue I caught you? are you in the noose? you haue seene the play of Pedringano sir, Il'e play with you. 'Sheart I am your slaue sir, I did it to make your worship merry. Tush, you are my heire, Il'e hang you vp a airing. As you are a man heare me sir. You must haue your chaines, you shall be chayn'd, I could euen cracke my sides with laughter. This will affoord me mirth vnto my dying day. The play of Pedingano? how the weeell hangs! Ha, ha, ha. Theeues, theeues: Murder, murder. I shall betray my selfe with laughter. Were you caught Rynard? are you in the noose? Murder, murder, thieues murder. Breake ope the doores, the voyce speakes from this roome. Murder, murder, murder. Inhumane deed! what hand could b so bloudy? Speake, who was the murderer? Helpe me to a Surgean. Runne for a Surgean. Tell by what monster was this act (so full of horror) done? Three strangers rusht in suddenly, wee being at supper, all my seruants forth, saue honest Rabshake: and hauing rifled vs, did act this horride murther. Here is a Surgean. The Prophet Mahomet reueale the homicides. What moues these out-cryes? Behold a bloudy murder, Benwash, his wife, This Captaine, and his seruant. My honest seruant, honest Rabshake. Benwash murdered? he hath saued me a labour. Is there any hope of life in him? His wounds are sleight, sir, onely his faint-heart makes them dangerous. Take courage man. Speake, hast thou any knowledge of the Murderers? Onely he sayes they are strangers, men of the sea. Canst thou remember in what habit, what men of person and complexion they were? What meanes the slaue to eye me so? That fellow in the stammell hose is one of them. Lay hands on him. On me? Villaine, thou buy'st my bloud At a deere rate. O thou immortall God Who know'st my innocence! that for his former sins Hast guiven vp, Dansiker into the hands Of these damn'd miscreants. Dansiker? I Dansiker, that would with all your deaths Haue cancelled his former infamy, Left to the world a president of valour, Writ in your sad confusions: but heauen is iust, Christians did fall by me, by slaues I must. Call forth the common Hangman, by this time he hath done his office on Fracic. Dansiker? vnlook't for? Heare me before I dye, I do confesse Mine owne hand did these murthers. Dansiker Hath iustly done me vengeance. How's this? thou done these murthers thy selfe, being bound and hurt? Thou rau'st sure. I did them sir: the cause my wife prou'd false, vntrue, Beare witnesse, though I liu'd a Turke, I dye a Iew. Out Dogge, Divell.