The Renegado, or The Gentleman of Venice · chunk 9 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 T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Forbear. I pity her. What magic hath transformed me from myself? Where is my Virgin pride? How have I lost My boasted freedom? what new fire burns up My scorched entrails. What unknown desires Invade, and take possession of my soul; All virtuous objects vanished? Have I stood The shock of fierce temptations, stopped mine ears Against all Siren notes lust ever sung, To draw my bark of chastity (that with wonder Hath kept, a constant, and an honoured course.) Into the gulf of a deserved ill fame? Now fall unpitied? And in a moment With mine own hands dig up a grave to bury The monumental heap of all my years, employed in Noble actions? O my fate! But there is no resisting. I obey thee Imperious god of love, and willingly Put mine own Petterson, to grace thy triumph; 'twere therefore more than cruelty in thee To use me like a tyrant. What poor means Must I make use of now? And flatter such, To whom; till I betrayed my liberty, One gracious look of mine, would have erected An altar to my service. How now Manto! My ever careful woman, and Carazie Thou hast been faithful too. I dare not call My life mine own since it is yours, but gladly Will part with it: when ere you shall command me, And think I fall a martyr, so my death May give life to your pleasures. But vouchsafe To let me understand what you desire Should be effected: I will undertake it And curse myself for Cowardice if I paused To ask a reason why. I am comforted, In the tender of your service, but shall be Confirmed in my full joys, in the performance Yet trust me: I will not impose upon you But what you stand engaged for, to a Mistress, (Such as I have been to you.) All I ask Is faith, and secrecy. Say but you doubt me, And to secure you I'll cut out my tongue I am libde in the breech already. Do not hinder yourself by these delays. Thus then I Whisper Mine own shame to you.— O that I should blush To speak what I so much desire to do! And further— Is this all. Think it not base Although I know the office undergoes A course construction. Course? 'tis but procuring A smock employment, which has made more Knights, In a Country I could name, than twenty years Of service in the field. You have my ends. Which say you have arrived at, be not wanting To yourself, and fear not us. I know my burden I'll bear it with delight, Talk not, but do. O Love what poor shifts thou dost force us too! She was ever our good Mistress, and our maker, And should we check at a little hazard for her, we were unthankful.
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Forbeare. I pittie her. What Magicque hath transform'd me from my selfe? Where is my Virgin pride? How haue I lost My boasted freedome? what new fire burnes vp My scortched intrailes. What vnknowne desires Inuade, and take possession of my soule; All vertuous obiects vanish'd? Haue I stood The shocke of fierce temptations, stopte mine eares Against all Siren notes lust euer sung, To drawe my barke of chastitie (that with wonder Hath keept, a constant, and an honourd course.) Into the gulfe of a deserude ill fame? Now fall vnpittied? And in a moment With mine owne hands digge vp a graue to burie The monumentall heape of all my yeares, Imployde in Noble actions? O my fate! But there is no resisting. I obey thee Imperious god of loue, and willingly Put mine owne Petterson, to grace thy tryumph; Twere therefore more then crueltie in thee To vse me like a tyranne. What poore meanes Must I make vse of now? And flatter such, To vvhom; till I betrayde my libertie, One gratious looke of mine, would haue erected An altar to my seruice. How now Manto! My euer carefull woman, and Carazie Thou hast beene faithfull too. I dare not call My life mine owne since it is yours, but gladly Will part with it: when ere you shall command mee, And thinke I fall a Martir, so my death May giue life to your pleasures. But vouchsafe To let me vnderstand what you desire Should be effected: I will vndertake it And curse my selfe for Cowardice if I pausde To aske a reason why. I am comforted, In the tender of your seruice, but shall be Confirm'd in my full ioyes, in the performance Yet trust me: I will not impose vpon you But what you stand ingagde for, to a Mistres, (Such as I haue beene to you.) All I aske Is faith, and secresie. Say but you doubt me, And to secure you I'le cut out my tongue I am libde in the breech already. Doe not hinder Your selfe by these delayes. Thus then I Whisper Mine owne shame to you.—O that I should blush To speake what I so much desire to doe! And further— Is this all. Thinke it not base Although I know the office vndergoes A course construction. Course? 'tis but procuring A smocke imploiment, which has made more Knights, In a Countrie I could name, then twenty yeares Of seruice in the field. You haue my ends. Which say you haue arriu'de at, be not wanting To your selfe, and feare not vs. I know my burthen I'le beare it with delight, Talke not, but doe. O Loue what poore shifts thou dost force vs too! She was euer our good Mistres, and our maker, And should we checke at a little hazard for her, Wee were vnthankefull.