The Renegado, or The Gentleman of Venice · chunk 20 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 T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
I then again repeat it If Mustapha dares with malicious breath (On jealous suppositions) presume To blast the blossom of Donusa's Fame Because he is denied a happiness Which men of equal, nay of more desert, Have sued in vain for. More? More. 'twas I spoke it, The bassa of Natolia and myself Were Rivals for her, either of us brought More Victories, more Trophies, to plead for us To our great Master, than you dare lay claim to, Yet still by his allowance she was left To her election, each of us owed nature As much for outward form, and inward worth To make way for us to her grace and favour, As you brought with you. We were heard, repulsed Yet thought it no dishonour to sit down, With the disgrace; if not to force affection, May merit such a name. Have you done yet? Be therefore more than sure the ground on which You raise your accusation, may admit No undermining of defence in her, For if with pregnant and apparent proofs Such as may force a judge, more than inclined Or partial in her cause to swear her guilty; You win not me to set off your belief, Neither our ancient friendship, nor the rites, Of sacred hospitality (to which I would not offer violence) shall protect you: Now when you please. I will not dwell upon Much circumstance, yet cannot but profess With the assurance of a loyalty, Equal to yours, the reverence I owe, The Sultan, and all such his blood makes sacred; That there is not a vein of mine which yet is Unemptied in his service, but this moment Should freely open, so it might wash off The stains of her dishonour, could you think? Or though you saw it credit your own eyes? That she, the wonder and amazement of Her sex, the pride, and glory of the empire, That hath disdained you, slighted me, and boasted A frozen coldness which no appetite, Or height of blood could thaw, should now so far Be hurried with the violence of her lust, As in it burying her high birth and fame, Basely descend to fill a Christians' arms And to him yield her Virgin honour up, Nay sue to him to take't. A Christian? Temper Your admiration: and what Christian think you? No Prince disguised; no man of mark, nor honour, No daring undertaker in our service, But one whose lips her foot should scorn to touch, A poor mechanic-pedlar. He? Nay more, Whom do you think she made her scout, nay bawd, To find him out but me? What place makes choice of To wallow in her foul and loathsome pleasures, But in the palace? Who the instruments Of close conveyance, but the captain of Your guard the Aga, and that man of trust The warden of the inmost port? I'll prove this, And though I fail to show her in the act, Glued like a neighing jennet to her Stallion, Your incredulity shall be convinced With proofs I blush to think on.
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I then againe repeate it If Mustapha dares with malitious breath (On iealous suppositions) presume To blast the blossome of Donusas Fame Because he is denide a happinesse Which men of equall, nay of more desert, Haue su'd in vaine for. More? More. Twas I spake it, The Basha of Natolia and my selfe Were Riualls for her, either of vs brought More Victories, more Trophies, to pleade for vs To our great Master, then you dare lay claime to, Yet still by his allowance she was left To her election, each of vs ow'd nature As much for outward forme, and inward vvorth To make vvay for vs to her grace and fauour, As you brought with you. We vvere heard, repuls'd Yet thought it no dishonour to sit downe, With the disgrace; if not to force affection, May merit such a name. Haue you done yet? Be therfore more then sure the ground on which You rayse your accusation, may admit No vndermining of defence in her, For if with pregnant and apparent proofes Such as may force a iudge, more then inclin'd Or partiall in her cause to sweare her guilty; You win not me to set off your beleefe, Neither our ancient friendship, nor the rites, Of sacred hospitality (to which I would not offer violence) shall protect you: Now vvhen you please. I will not dwell vpon Much circumstance, yet cannot but professe With the assurance of a loyalty, Equall to yours, the reuerence I owe, The Sultan, and all such his blood makes sacred; That there is not a veyne of mine vvhich yet is Vnemptied in his seruice, but this moment Should freely open, so it might vvash off The staynes of her dishonor, could you thinke? Or though you saw it credit your owne eyes? That she, the wonder and amazement of Her sex, the pride, and glory of the empire, That hath disdain'd you, sleighted me, and boasted A frozen coldnesse which no appetite, Or height of blood could thaw, should now so far Be hurried vvith the violence of her lust, As in it burying her high birth and fame, Basely descend to fill a Christians armes And to him yeeld her Virgin honour vp, Nay sue to him to take't. A Christian? Temper Your admiration: and vvhat Christian thinke you? No Prince disguis'd; no man of marke, nor honour, No daring vndertaker in our seruice, But one vvhose lips her foote should scorne to touch, A poore Mechanicke-Pedler. Hee? Nay more, Whom doe you thinke she made her scout, nay baude, To finde him out but me? What place makes choyce of To wallow in her foule and lothsome pleasures, But in the pallace? Who the instruments Of close conueyance, but the captaine of Your gard the Aga, and that man of trust The warden of the inmost port? I'll proue this, And though I fayle to shew her in the act, Glew'd like a neighing Gennet to her Stallion, Your incredulity shall be conuinc'd With proofes I blush to thinke on.