The Renegado, or The Gentleman of Venice · chunk 23 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 T39 Profit, conscience and dishonest dealing · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T39: conscience, lucre, usury, lucar, fraud, dissimulation, simony, london, lady, nemo.
And salary of your lust: or thus unclothe me Of sins gay trappings, (the proud livery Of wicked pleasure) which but worn, and heated With the fire of entertainment, and consent, Like to Alcides' fatal shirt, tears off Our flesh, and reputation both together, Leaving our ulcerous follies bore, and open, To all malicious censure. You must grant, If you hold that a loss to you, mine equals, If not transcends it. If you then first tasted That poison as you call it, I brought with me A palate unacquainted with the relish Of those delights which most (as I have heard) Greedily swallow; and then the offence (If my opinion may be believed) Is not so great: howe'er, the wrong no more than if Hippolitus and the Virgin Huntress, Should meet and kiss together. What defences Can lust raise to maintain a precipice To the Abyss of looseness? but affords not The least stair, or the fastening of one foot, To reascend that glorious height we fell from. By Mahomet she courts him. Nay kneels to him; Observe the scornful villain turns away too, As glorying in his conquest. Are you Marble? If Christians have mothers, sure they share in The tigress' fierceness, for if you were owner Of humane pity, you could not endure A Princes to kneel to you, or look on These falling tears which hardest rocks would soften, And yet remain unmoved. Did you but give me A taste of happiness in your embraces That the remembrance of the sweetness of it Might leave perpetual bitterness behind it? Or showed me what it was to be a wife, To live a widow ever? She has confessed it; seize on him villains. O the furies. How! Are we betrayed? The better, I expected A Turkish Faith. Who am I that you dare this? 'tis I that do command you to forbear A touch of violence. We already Madam Have satisfied your pleasure further than we know to answer it. Would we were well off, We stand too far engaged I fear. For us? We'll bring you safe off, who dares contradict What is our pleasure? Spurn the dog to prison, I'll answer you anon. What punishment soe'er I undergo, I am still a Christian. What bold presumption's this? under what law Am I to fall that set my foot upon Your Statutes and decrees? The crime committed Our Alcoran calls death. Tush, who is here That is not Amurath's slave, and so unfit To sit a judge upon his blood? You have lost And shamed the privilege of it, robbed me to Of my soul, my understanding to behold Your base unworthy fall, from your high virtue. I do appeal to Amurah. We will offer No violence to your person, till we know His sacred pleasure, till when under guard You shall continue here. Shall? I have said it. We shall remember this.
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And salarie of your lust: or thus vncloth me Of sins gay trappings, (the proud liuery Of wicked pleasure) which but worn, and heated With the fire of entertaynement, and consent, Like to Alcides fatall shirt, teares off Our flesh, and reputation both together, Leauing our vlcerous follies bare, and open, To all malicious censure. You must grant, If you hold that a losse to you, mine equals, If not transcends it. If you then first tasted That poyson as you call it, I brought with me A palat vnacquainted with the rellish Of those delights which most (as I haue heard) Greedily swallow; and then the offence (If my opinion may be beleeu'd) Is not so greate: how ere, the wrong no more Then if Hippolli and the Virgin Huntresse, Should meete and kisse together. What defences Can lust rayse to maintaine a precipice To the Abisse of loosenes? but affords not The least stayre, or the fastening of one foote, To reascend that glorious height we fell from. By Mahomet she courts him. Nay kneeles to him; Obserue the scornefull villaine turnes away too, As glorying in his conquest. Are you Marble? If Christians haue mothers, sure they share in The tigresse fiercenesse, for if you were owner Of humane pitty, you could not indure A Princes to kneele to you, or looke on These falling teares which hardest rocks would soften, And yet remaine vnmou'd. Did you but giue me A tast of happinesse in your embraces That the remembrance of the sweetenesse of it Might leaue perpetuall bitternes behind it? Or shew'd me vvhat it vvas to be a vvife, To liue a vvidow euer? She has confest it; Ceise on him villaines. O the furies. How! Are we betray'd? The better, I expected A Turkish Faith. Who am I that you dare this? Tis I that doe command you to forbeare A touch of violence. We already Madam Haue satisfied your pleasure further then Wee know to answere it. Would we vvere vvell off, We stand too far ingag'd I feare. For vs? We'll bring you safe off, who dares contradict What is our pleasure? Spurne the dog to prison, I'll answere you anon. What punishment So ere I vndergoe, I am still a Christian. What bold presumption's this? vnder what law Am I to fall that set my foote vpon Your Statutes and decrees? The crime committed Our Alcoran calls death. Tush, vvho is heere That is not Amurahs slaue, and so vnfit To sit a iudge vpon his blood? You haue lost And sham'd the priueledge of it, rob'd me to Of my soule, my vnderstanding to behold Your base vnworthy fall, from your high vertue. I doe appeale to Amurah. We will offer No violence to your person, till we know His sacred pleasure, till when vnder gard You shall continue heere. Shall? I haue said it. We shall remember this.