The Renegado, or The Gentleman of Venice · chunk 14 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 T1 Death, grief and revenge · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Think not therefore sir, That you alone are Giants, and such Pigmies You war upon. Villain I'll make thee know Thou hast blasphemed the Ottoman power, and safer At noon day might have given fire to St Marks Your proud Venetian Temple. seize upon him; I am not so near reconciled to him To bid him die: that were a benefit The dog's unworthy off, to our use confiscate All that he stands possessed of: Let him taste The misery of want, and his vain riots Like to so many walking Ghosts affright him Where ere he sets his desperate foot. Who is't That does command you? Is this the reward For all my service, and the rape I made On fair Paulina. Drag him hence, he dies That dallies but a minute. What's become Of our shares now Master. Would he had been borne dumb: The beggar's cure, patience is all that's left us. 'twas but intemperance of speech, excuse him Let me prevail so far. Fame gives him out For a deserving fellow. At Aleppo I durst not press you so far, give me leave To use my own will and command in Tunis And if you please my privacy. I will see you When this high wind's blown over. So shall you find me Ready to do you service. Rage now leave me Stern looks, and all the ceremonious forms Attending on dread Majesty, fly from Transformed Asambeg, why should I hug So near my heart, what leads me to my prison? Where she that is enthralled commands her keeper, And robs me of the fierceness I was borne with. Stout men quake at my frowns, and in return I tremble at her softness. Base Grimaldi But only named Paulina, and the charm Had almost choked my fury ere I could Pronounce his sentence. Would when first I saw her Mi eyes had met with lightning, and in place Of hearing her enchanting tongue, the shrieks Of Mandrakes had made music to my slumbers, For now I only walk a loving dream And but to my dishonour never wake, And yet am blind, but when I see the object, And madly dote on it. Appear bright spark Of all perfection: any simile Borrowed from Diamonds, or the fairest stars To help me to express, how dear I prize The unmatched graces, will rise up and chide me For poor detraction. I despise thy flatteries Thus spit at'em, and scorn 'em, and being armed In the assurance of my innocent virtue I stamp upon all doubts, all fears, all tortures Thy barbarous cruelty, or what's worse, thy dotage (The worthy parent of thy jealousy) Can shower upon me. If these bitter taunts Ravish me from myself, and make me think My greedy ears receive Angelical sounds, How would this tongue tuned to a loving note Invade, and take possession of my soul Which then I durst not call mine own.
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Thinke not therefore sir, That you alone are Giants, and such Pigmies You war vpon. Villaine Ile make thee know Thou hast blasphemde the Ottoman power, and safer At noone day might haue giuen fire to St Markes Your proud Venetian Temple. Ceize vpon him; I am not so neere reconcild to him To bid him die: that were a benefit The dog's vnworthy off, to our vse confiscate All that he stands possesde of: Let him tast The miserie of want, and his vaine riots Like to so many walking Ghosts affright him Where ere he sets his desperate foote. Who is't That does command you? Is this the reward For all my seruice, and the rape I made On fayre Paulina. Drag him hence, he dies That dallies but a minute. What's become Of our shares now Master. Would he had been borne dumbe: The beggers cure, patience is all that's left vs. Twas but intemperance of speech, excuse him Let me preuaile so far. Fame giues him out For a deseruing fellow. At Aleppo I durst not presse you so far, giue me leaue To vse my owne will and command in Tunis And if you please my priuacie. I will see you When this high wind's blowne ore. So shall you find me Ready to doe you seruice. Rage now leaue me Sterne lookes, and all the ceremonious formes Attending on dread Maiestie, flie from Transformed Asambeg, why should I hug So neere my hart, what leades me to my prison? Where she that is inthrald commands her keeper, And robs me of the fiercenesse I was borne with. Stout men quake at my frownes, and in returne I tremble at her softnesse. Base Grimaldi But only nam'd Paulina, and the charme Had almost chok'd my fury ere I could Pronounce his sentence. Would when first I saw her Mi eyes had met with lightning, and in place Of hearing her inchanting tongue, the shrikes Of Mandrakes had made musicke to my slumbers, For now I only walke a louing dreame And but to my dishonour neuer vvake, And yet am blind, but vvhen I see the obiect, And madly dote on it. Appeare bright sparke Of all perfection: any siile Borow'd from Diamonds, or the fayrest stars To helpe me to expresse, how deere I prize The vnmatcht graces, vvill rise vp and chide me For poore detraction. I despise thy flatteries Thus spit at'em, and scorne 'em, and being arm'd In the assurance of my innocent vertue I stampe vpon all doubts, all feares, all tortures Thy barbarous cruelty, or vvhat's vvorse, thy dotage (The vvorthy parent of thy iealousie) Can showre vpon me. If these bitter taunts Rauish me from my selfe, and make me thinke My greedy eares receiue Angelicall sounds, How vvould this tongue tunde to a louing note Inuade, and take possession of my soule Which then I durst not call mine owne.