The Renegado, or The Gentleman of Venice · chunk 18 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 T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
I enjoin you not To go, but send. That were a petty trial Not worth one so long taught, and exercised Under so grave a master. Reverend Francisco My friend, my father, in that word, my all; Rest confident, you shall hear something of me That will redeem me in your good opinion, Or judge me lost for ever. Send Gazet (She shall give order that he may have entrance) To acquaint you with my fortunes. Go and prosper, Holy Saints guide and strengthen thee. Howsoever As my endeavours are, so may they find Gracious acceptance. Now you do not roar sir You speak not tempests, nor take ear-rent from A poor shopkeeper. Do you remember that sir, I wear your marks here still. Can this be possible? All wonders are not ceased then. Do, abuse me, Spit on me, spurn me, pull me by the nose, Thrust out these fiery eyes, that yesterday Would have looked thee dead. O save me sir. Fear nothing, I am tame, and quiet, there's no wrong can force me To remember what I was. I have forgot, e'er had ireful fierceness, a steeled heart, Insensible of compassion to others, Nor is it fit that I should think myself Worth mine own pity, Oh. Grows this dejection, From his disgrace do you say? Why he's cashiered sir, His ships, his goods, his livery-punks confiscate, And there is such a punishment laid upon him, The miserable rogue must steal no more, Nor drink, nor drab. Does that torment him? O Sir! Should the State take order to bar men of acres, From those two laudable recreations, Drinking, and whoring, how should Panders purchase, Or thrifty Whores build Hospitals? slid if I That since I am made free, may write myself, A City gallant, should forfeit two such charters I should be stoned to death, and ne'er be pitied, By the liveries of those companies. You'll be whipped sir, If you bridle not your tongue. Haste to the Palace Your Master looks for you. My quondam Master, Rich sons forget they ever had poor fathers, In servants 'tis more pardonable; as a companion, Or so, I may consent, but is there hope sir, He has got me a good chapwoman? pray you write A word or two in my behalf. Out rascal. I feel some insurrections. Hence. I vanish. Why should I study a defence, or comfort? In whom black guilt, and misery if balanced, I know not which would turn the scale, look upward I dare not, for should it but be believed, That I (died deep in hell's most horrid colours,) Should dare to hope for mercy, it would leave No check or feeling, in men innocent To catch at sins, the devil ne'er taught mankind yet, No, I must downward, downward, though repentance Could borrow all the glorious wings of grace, My mountainous weight of sins, would crack their pinions, And sink them to hell with me.
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I inioyne you not To goe, but send. That were a pettie triall Not worth one so long taught, and exercisde Vnder so graue a master. Reuerende Francisco My friend, my father, in that word, my all; Rest confident, you shall heare something of mee That will redeeme me in your good opinion, Or iudge me lost for euer. Send Gazet (Shee shall giue order that hee may haue enterance) To acquaint you with my fortunes. Goe and prosper, Holy Saints guide and strengthen thee. Howsoeuer As my endeauours are, so may they find Gracious acceptance. Now you doe not rore sir You speake not tempests, nor take eare-rent from A poore shopkeeper. Doe you remember that sir, I vveare your marks heere still. Can this be possible? All vvonders are not ceas'd then. Doe, abuse me, Spit on me, spurne me, pull me by the nose, Thrust out these fiery eies, that yesterday Would haue lookde thee dead. O saue me sir. Feare nothing, I am tame, and quiet, there's noe vvrong can force me To remember vvhat I vvas. I haue forgot, ere had irefull fiercenesse, a steelde heart, Insensible of compassion to others, Nor is it fit that I should thinke my selfe Worth mine owne pittie, Oh. Growes this deiection, From his disgrace doe you say? Why hees cassherde sir, His ships, his goods, his liuery-puncks confiscate, And there is such a punishment laid vpon him, The miserable rogue must steale no more, Nor drinke, nor drab. Does that torment him? O Sir! Should the State take order to bar men of acres, From those two laudable recreations, Drinking, and vvhoring, how should Panders purchase, Or thrifty Whores build Hospitals? slid if I That since I am made free, may write my selfe, A Citty gallant, should forfeit two such charters I should be ston'd to death, and nere be pittied, By the lieries of those companies. You'll be whip'd sir, If you bridle not your tongue. Haste to the Palace Your Master lookes for you. My quondam Master, Rich sonnes forget they euer had poore fathers, In seruants tis more pardonable; as a companion, Or so, I may consent, but is there hope sir, He has got me a good chapwoman? pray you write A word or two in my behalfe. Out rascall. I feele some insurrections. Hence. I vanish. Why should I study a defence, or comfort? In whom blacke guilt, and misery if ballanc'd, I know not which would turne the scale, looke vpward I dare not, for should it but be beleeu'd, That I (dide deepe in hells most horrid colours,) Should dare to hope for mercy, it would leaue No checke or feeling, in men innocent To catch at sinnes, the diuell nere taught mankind yet, No, I must downeward, downeward, though repentance Could borrow all the glorious wings of grace, My mountainous waight of sins, would cracke their pinions, And sincke them to hell with me.