The Renegado, or The Gentleman of Venice · chunk 2 of 39
Massinger, Philip · published 1630 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Sep 17] [incorrect] (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
I believe thee. O welcome sir, stay of my steps in this life, And guide to all my blessed hopes hereafter. What comforts sir? have your endeavours prospered? Have we tired Fortune's malice with our sufferings? Is she at length after so many frowns Pleased to vouchsafe one cheerful look upon us? You give too much to fortune, and your passions, o'er which a wise man, if Religious, triumphs. That name fool's worship, and those tyrants which we arm against our better part, our reason, May add, but never take from our afflictions: Sir as I am a sinful man, I can not But like one suffer. I exact not from you A fortitude insensible of calamity, To which the saints themselves have bowed and shown They are made of flesh, and blood, all that I challenge Is manly patience. Will you that were trained up In a Religious School, where divine maxims Scorning comparison, with moral precepts Were daily taught you, bear your constancy's trial Not like Vitelli, but a Village nurse With curses in your mouth: Tears in your eyes? How poorly it shows in you? I am Schooled sir, And will hereafter to my utmost strength Study to be myself. So shall you find me Most ready to assist you; Neither have I Slept in your great occasions since I left you I have been at the viceroy's Court and pressed As far as they allow a Christian entrance. And something I have learned that may concern The purpose of this journey. Dear Sir what is it? By the command of Asambeg, the Viceroy: The City swells with barbarous Pomp and Pride For the entertainment of stout Mustapha The bassa of Aleppo, who in person Comes to receive the niece of Amurah The fair Donusa for his bride. I find not How this may profit us. Pray you give me leave. Among the rest that wait upon the Viceroy, (Such as have under him command in Tunis.) Who as you have often heard are all false Pirates, I saw the shame of Venice and the scorn Of all good men: The perjured Renegado Antono Grimaldi; Ha! his name Is poison to me. Yet again? I have done sir. This debauched villain: whom we ever thought, (After his impious scorn done in Saint Marks To me as I stood at the holy Altar) The thief that ravished your fair sister from you, The virtuous Paulina not long since, (As I am truly given to understand) Sold to the viceroy a fair Christian Virgin, On whom, maugre his fierce and cruel nature Asambeg dotes extremely. 'tis my sister It must be she, my better Angel tells me 'tis poor Paulina. Farewell all disguises I'll show in my revenge that I am Noble. You are not mad? No sir, my virtuous anger Makes every vein an artery, I feel in me The strength of twenty men, and being armed With my good cause to wreak wronged innocence I dare alone run to the viceroy's Court And with this poniard before his face. Dig out Grimaldi's heart.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I beleeue thee. O wellcome sir, stay of my steppes in this life, And guide to all my blessed hopes heereafter. What comforts sir? haue your indeauours posper'd? Haue wee tirde Fortunes malice with our sufferings? Is she at length after so many frownes Pleas'd to vouchafe one cheerefull looke vpon vs? You giue too much to fortune, and your passions, Ore which a wise man, if Religious, tryumphs. That name fooles worship, and those tyrants which Wee arme against our better part, our reason, May add, but neuer take from our afflictions: Sir as I am a sinfull man, I can not But like one suffer. I exacte not from you A fortitude insensible of calamitie, To which the Saint's themselues haue bowde and showne They are made of flesh, and bloud, all that I challenge Is manly patience. Will you that vvere train'd vp In a Religious Schoole, where diuine maximes Scorning comparison, vvith morall precepts Were daily taught you, beare your constancies triall Not like Vitelli, but a Village nurse With curses in your mouth: Teares in your eyes? Hovv poorely it showes in you? I am School'd sir, And will heereafter to my vtmost strength Studie to bee my selfe. So shall you find mee Most ready to assist you; Neither haue I Slept in your greate occasions since I left you I haue beene at the Viceroies Court and presde As far as they allovve a Christian entrance. And something I haue learn't that may concerne The purpose of this iourney. Deere Sir vvhat is it? By the command of Asambeg, the Viceroy: The Cittie swels vvith barbarous Pompe and Pride For the entertainement of stout Mustapha The Basha of Aleppo, vvho in person Comes to receiue the neece of Amurah The fayre Donusa for his bride. I find not Hovv this may profit vs. Pray you giue mee leaue. Among the rest that vvayte vpon the Viceroy, (Such as haue vnder him command in Tunis.) Who as you haue often heard are all false Pirats, I savv the shame of Venice and the scorne Of all good men: The periurde Renegado Antono Grimaldy; Ha! his name Is poyson to mee. Yet againe? I haue done sir. This debauchde villaine: whom we euer thought (After his impious scorne done in Saint Markes To me as I stood at the holy Altar) The theefe that rauish't your fayre sister from you, The vertuous Paulina not long since, (As I am truely giuen to vnderstand) Sold to the viceroy a fayre Christian Virgin, On whom, maugre his fierce and cruell nature Asambeg dotes extreamely. Tis my sister It must be shee, my better Angell tells me Tis poore Paulina. Farewell all disguises Ile show in my reuenge that I am Noble. You are not mad? No sir, my vertuous anger Makes euery veyne an arterie, I feele in mee The strength of twenty men, and being arm'd With my good cause to wreake wrong'd innocence I dare alone run to the viceroys Court And with this Ponyard before his face. Digge out Grimaldies heart.