The Renegado, or The Gentleman of Venice · chunk 11 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 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
I am the same. And to what end, great Lady pardon me, That I presume to ask, did your command Command me hither? or what am I? to whom You should vouchsafe your favours; nay, your angers? If any wild or uncollected speech Offensively delivered, or my doubt Of your unknown perfections, have displeased you, You wrong your indignation, to pronounce yourself my sentence: to have seen you only, And to have touched that fortune-making hand, Will with delight weigh down all tortures, that A flinty hangman's rage could execute, Or rigid tyranny command with pleasure. How the abundance of good flowing to thee, Is wronged in this simplicity: and these bounties Which all our Eastern Kings have kneeled in vain for, Do by thy ignorance, or wilful fear, Meet with a false construction. Christian, know (For till thou art mine by a nearer name, That title though abhorred here, takes not from Thy entertainment) that 'tis not the fashion Among the greatest and the fairest Dames, This Turkish Empire gladly owes, and bows to: To punish where there's no offence, or nourish Displeasures against those, without whose mercy They part with all felicity. Prithee be wise, And gently understand me; Do not force her That ne'er knew aught but to command, not ere read The elements of affection, but from such As gladly sued to her, in the infancy Of her new born desires, to be at once Importunate, and immodest. Did I know. Great Lady your commands, or to what purpose This personated passion tends, (since 'twere A crime in me deserving death, to think It is your own: I should to make you sport Take any shape you please to impose upon me: And with joy strive to serve you. Sport? thou art cruel, If that thou canst interpret my descent, From my high birth and greatness? But to be A part in which I truly act myself. And I must hold thee for a dull spectator If it stir not affection, and invite Compassion for my sufferings. Be thou taught By my example, to make satisfaction For wrongs unjustly offered. Willingly I do confess my fault; I injured thee In some poor petty trifles; Thus I pay for The trespass I did to thee. Here receive These bags stuffed full of our imperial coin, Or if this payment be too light, take here These Gems for which the slavish Indian diues To the bottom of the main? Or if thou scorn These as base dross (which take but common minds) But fancy any honour in my gift (Which is unbounded as the sultan's Power) And be possessed of't. I am overwhelmed: With the weight of happiness you throw upon me. Nor can it fall in my imagination, What wrong I ere have done you: and much less How like a Royal Merchant to return Your great magnificence.
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I am the same. And to what end, great Lady pardon me, That I presume to aske, did your command Command me hither? or what am I? to vvhom You should vouchsafe your fauours; nay, your angers? If any wilde or vncollected speech Offensiuely deliuer'd, or my doubt Of your vnknowne perfections, haue displeasde you, You wrong your indignation, to pronounce Your selfe my sentence: to haue seene you onely, And to haue touchde that fortune-making hand, Will with delight waigh downe all tortures, that A flinty hangmans rage could execute, Or rigide tyranny command with pleasure. How the aboundance of good flowing to thee, Is vvrongde in this simplicitie: and these bounties Which all our asterne Kings haue kneeld in vaine for, Doe by thy ignorance, or vvilfull feare, Meete vvith a false construction. Christian, know (For till thou art mine by a neerer name, That title though abhord here, takes not from Thy entertainement) that tis not the fashion Among the greatest and the fairest Dames, This Turkish Empire gladly owes, and bowes to: To punish vvhere theres no offence, or nourish Displeasures against those, vvithout whoe mercie They part vvith all felicity. Prethee be vvise, And gently vnderstand mee; Doe not force her That ne're knew ought but to command, not ere read The elements of affection, but from such As gladly sude to her, in the infancie Of her new borne desires, to be at once Importunate, and immodest. Did I know. Great Lady your commands, or to what purpose This personated passion tends, (since twere A crime in mee deseruing death, to thinke It is your owne: I should to make you sport Take any shape you please to impose vpon me: And with ioy striue to serue you. Sport? thou art cruell, If that thou canst interpret my descent, From my high byrth and greatnesse? But to be A part in which I truely acte my selfe. And I must hold thee for a dull spectator If it stirre not affection, and inuite Compassion for my sufferings. Be thou taught By my example, to make satisfaction For wrongs vniustly offer'd. Willingly I doe confesse my fault; iniurd thee In some poore pettie trifles; Thus I pay for The trespasse I did to thee. Here receie These baggs stuft full of our imperiall coyne, Or if this payment be too light, take heere These Iems for which the slauish Indian diue To the bottome of the Maine? Or if thou scorne These as base drosse (which take but common minds) But fancie any honour in my guift (Which is vnbounded as the Sultans Power) And bee possest of't. I am ouerwhelm'd: With the weight of happinesse you throwe vpon me. Nor can it fall in my imagination, What wrong I ere haue done you: and much lesse How like a Royall Marchant to returne Your great magnificence.