The Renegado, or The Gentleman of Venice · chunk 13 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 T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Here he comes. How terrible he looks? To such as fear him: The viceroy Asambeg were he the sultan's self He will let us know a reason for his fury, Or we must take leave without his allowance To be merry with our ignorance. Mahomet's hell Light on you all, you crouch, and cringe now, where Was the terror of my just frowns, when you suffered Those thieves of Malta, almost in our harbour To board a ship, and bear her safely off, While you stood idle lookers on? The odds In the men and shipping, and the suddenness Of their departure yielding us no leisure To send forth others to relieve our own, deterred us mighty Sir. deterred you cowards? How durst you only entertain the knowledge Of what fear was, but in the not performance Of our command? in me great Amurah spoke, My voice did echo to your ears his thunder, And wild you like so many seaborn-Tritons, Armed only with the Trumpets of your courage, To swim up to her, and like Remoras. Hanging upon her keel, to stay her flight Till rescue sent from us, had fetched you off, You think you are safe now; who durst but dispute it Or make it questionable, if this moment I charged you from you hanging cliff, that glasses His rugged forehead in the neighbour lake, To throw yourselves down headlong? or like faggots To fill the ditches of defended Forts, While on your backs we marched up to the breach That would not I. Ha? Yet I dare as much As any of the sultan's boldest sons, (Whose heaven, and hell, hang on his frown, or smile,) His warlike janissaries. Add one syllable more Thou dost pronounce upon thyself a sentence That earthquake-like will swallow the Let it open, I'll stand the hazard, those contemned thieves Your fellow Pirates Sir, the bold Maltese Whom with your looks you think to quell, at Rhodes laughed at great Soliman's anger: and if treason Had not delivered them into his power, He had grown old in glory as in years. At that so fatal siege, or risen with shame His hopes, and threats deluded. Our great Prophet How have I lost my anger, and my Power! Find it and use it on thy flatterers: And not upon thy friends that dare speak truth, These Knights of Malta but a handful to Your armies that drink rivers up, have stood Your fury at the height, and with their crosses Struck pale your horned moons; These men of Malta Since I took pay from you, I have met and fought with. Upon advantage too. Yet to speak truth By the soul of honour, I have ever found them As provident to direct, and bold to do As any trained up in your discipline: ravished from other nations. I perceive The lightning in his fiery looks, the cloud Is broke already.
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Heere he comes. How terrible he lookes? To such as feare him: The viceroy Asambeg were he the Sultans selfe He will let vs know a reason for his fury, Or we must take leaue without his allowance To be merry with our ignorance. Mahomets hell Light on you all, you chrouch, and cringe now, where Was the terrour of my iust frownes, when you suffered Those theeues of Malta, almost in our harbor To board a ship, and beare her safely off, While you stood idle lookers on? The ods In the men and shipping, and the suddainnesse Of their departure yeelding vs no leasure To send forth others to relieue our owne, Deterd vs mighty Sir. Deterde you cowards? How durst you only entertaine the knowledge Of vvhat feare vvas, but in the not performance Of our command? in me great Amurah spake, My voyce did eccho to your eares his thunder, And wild you like so many Seaborne-Tritons, Arm'd onely vvith the Trumpets of your courage, To swimme vp to her, and like Remoras. Hanging vpon her keele, to stay her flight Till rescue sent from vs, had fetcht you off, You thinke you are safe now; who durst but dispute it Or make it questionable, if this moment I charg'd you from you hanging cliffe, that glasses His rugged forhead in the neighbour lake, To throw your selues downe headlong? or like fagos To fill the ditches of defended Forts, While on your backs we march'd vp to the breac That vvould not I. Ha? Yet I dare as much As any of the Sultans boldest sonnes, (Whose heauen, and hell, hang on his frowne, or smile,) His vvarlike Ianisaries. Adde one syllable more Thou doest pronounce vpon thy selfe a sentence That earthquake-like vvill swallow the Let it open, Ile stand the hazard, those contemned theeues Your fellow Pirats Sir, the bold Malteze Whom with your lookes you thinke to quell, at Rhodes Laugh'de at great Solymans anger: and if treason Had not deliuerde them into his power, Hee had growne olde in glory as in yeeres. At that so fatall siege, or risne with shame His hopes, and threates deluded. Our great Prophet How haue I lost my anger, and my Power Find it and vse it on thy flatterers: And not vpon thy friends that dare speake truth, These Knights of Malta but a handfull to Your armies that drinke riuers vp, haue stood Your furie at the height, and with their crosses Strooke pale your horned moones; These men of Malta Since I tooke pay from you, I haue met and fought with. Vpon aduantage too. Yet to speake truth By the soule of honor, I haue euer found them As prouident to direct, and bold to doe As any traynde vp in your discipline: Rauishde from other nations. I perceiue The lightning in his fierie lookes, the cloude Is broke already.