The Renegado, or The Gentleman of Venice · chunk 15 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 T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 537 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Thou art false, Falser than thy religion. Do but think me Something above a beast; nay more, a monster, Would fright the Sun to look on, and then tell me If this base usage, can invite affection? If to be mewed up, and excluded from Humane society; the use of pleasures; The necessary, not superfluous duties Of servants to discharge those offices, I blush to name. Of servants? can you think That I that dare not trust the eye of Heaven To look upon your beauties, that deny myself the happiness to touch your pureness Will ere consent an Eunuch, or bought handmaid Shall once approach you? there is something in you That can work Miracles, or I am cozened, Dispose and alter sexes. To my wrong In spite of nature. I will be your nurse, Your woman, your physician, and your fool, Till with your free consent, which I have vowed Never to force, you grace me with a name That shall supply all these. What is't? Your husband. My hangman when thou pleasest. Thus I guard me, Against your further angers. Which shall reach thee Though I were in the Centre. Such a spirit In such a small proportion I ne'er read of Which time must alter, ravish her I dare not The magic that she wears about her neck, I think defends her, this devotion paid To this sweet Saint, mistress of my sour pain 'tis fit I take mine own rough shape again. I think he's lost. 'tis ten to one of that, I ne'er knew Citizen turn Courtier yet, But he lost his credit, though he saved himself Why, look you sir, there are so many lobbies, Out offices, and disputations here Behind these Turkish hangings, that a Christian Hardly gets off but circumcised. I am troubled Troubled exceedingly. Ha! what are these? One by his rich suit should be some french Ambassador For his train I think they are Turks. Peace, be not seen. You are now past all the guards, and undiscovered You may return. There's for your pains, forget not My humblest service to the best of Ladies. Deserve her favour sir, in making haste For a second entertainment. Do not doubt me, I shall not live till then. The train is vanished They have done him some good office he's so free And liberal of his gold. Ha, do I dream, Or is this mine own natural Master; 'tis he, But strangely metamorphosed. You have made sir. A prosperous voyage, heaven grant it be honest, I shall rejoice then too. You make him blush To talk of honesty, you were but now In the giving vain, and may think of Gazet Your worship's prentice. There's gold, be thou free too And Master of my shop, and all the wares we brought from Venice. Rivo then. Dear sir This place affords not privacy for discourse But I can tell you wonders, my rich habit Deserves least admiration; there's nothing That can fall in the compass of your wishes Though it were to redeem a thousand slaves From the Turkish galleys, or at home to erect Some pious work, to shame all Hospitals, But I am master of the means.
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Thou art false, Falser then thy religion. Doe but thinke me Something aboue a beast; nay more, a monster, Would fright the Sun to looke on, and then tell me If this base vsage, can inuite affection? If to be mewde vp, and excluded from Humane society; the vse of pleasures; The necessary, not superfluous duties Of seruants to discharge those offices, I blush to name. Of seruants? can you thinke That I that dare not trust the eie of Heauen To looke vpon your beauties, that denie My selfe the happenesse to touch your purenesse Will ere consent an Eunuch, or bought handmaid Shall once approch you? there is something in you That can worke Miracles, or I am consende, Dispose and alter sexes. To my vvrong In spite of nature. I will be your nurse, Your woman, your physitian, and your foole, Till with your free consent, which I haue vowde Neuer to force, you grace me with a name That shall supplie all these. What is't? Your husband. My hangman when thou pleasest. Thus I garde me, Against your further angers. Which shall reach thee Though I were in the Center. Such a spirit In such a small proportion I nere reade of Which time must alter, rauish her I dare not The magique that she weares about her necke, I thinke defends her, this deuotion payde To this sweete Saint, mistresse of my sower payne Tis fit I take mine owne rough shape againe. I thinke hee's lost. Tis ten to one of that, I nere knew Cittizen turne Courtier yet, But he lost his credit, though he sau'd himselfe Why, looke you sir, there are so many lobbies, Out offices, and disputations heere Behind these Turkish hangings, that a Christian Hardly gets off but circumcised. I am troublde Troublde exceedingly. Ha! vvhat are these? One by his rich sute should bee some french Embassador For his trayne I thinke they are Turkes. Peace, be not seene. You are now past all the gards, and vndiscouerd You may returne. There's for your paynes, forget not My humblest seruice to the best of Ladies. Deserue her fauour sir, in making haste For a second entertainement. Doe not doubt me, I shall not liue till then. The trayne is vanish'd They haue done him some good office hee's so free And liberall of his gold. Ha, doe I dreame, Or is this mine owne naturall Master; Tis he, But strangely metamorphosde. You haue made sir. A prosperous voyage, heauen grant it be honest, I shall reioyce then too. You make him blush To talke of honesty, you were but now In the giuing vaine, and may thinke of Gazet Your worships prentice. There's gold, be thou free too And Master of my shop, and all the wares Wee brought from Venice. Riuo then. Deere sir This place affords not priuacie for discourse But I can tell you wonders, my rich habit Deserues least admiration; thers nothing That can fall in the compasse of your wishes Though it were to redeeme a thousand slaues From the Turkish gallies, or at home to erect Some pious worke, to shame all Hospitalls, But I am master of the meanes.