The Renegado, or The Gentleman of Venice · chunk 26 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 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
You will reap The comfort of it, live yet undiscovered, And with your holy meditations strengthen Your Christian resolution, ere long You shall hear further from me. I'll attend All your commands with patience; come my Mates, I hitherto have lived an ill example, And as your Captain lead you on to mischief, But now will truly labour, that good men May say hereafter of me to my glory, Let but my power and means, hand with my will, His good endeavours, did weigh down his ill. This penitence is not counterfeit, howsoever Good actions are in themselves rewarded, My travails to meet with a double crown, If that Vitelli come off safe, and prove Himself the Master of his wild affections, O I shall have intelligence, how now Gazet, Why these sad looks and tears? Tears sir? I have lost My worthy Master, your rich heir seems to mourn for A miserable father, your young widow Following a bedrid husband to his grave, Would have her neighbours think she cries, and roars, That she must part with such a goodman do nothing, When 'tis because he stays so long above ground, And hinders a rich suitor: all is come out sir, We are smoked for being coney-catchers, my master Is put in prison, his she customer Is under guard to, these are things to weep for; But mine own loss considered, and what a fortune I have, as they say, snatched our of my chops, Would make a man run mad. I scarce have leisure, I am so wholly taken up with sorrow, For my loved pupil to inquire thy fate, Yet I will hear it. Why sir, I had bought a place, A place of credit to, and had gone through with it I should have been made an Eunuch, there was honour, For a late poor prentice, when upon the sudden There was such a hurlyburly in the Court, That I was glad to run away and carry The price of my office with me. Is that all? You have made a saving voyage, we must think now, Though not to free, to comfort sad Vitelli, My grieved soul suffers for him. I am sad too; But had I been an Eunuch Think not on it. Be your own guard; obsequiousness, and service Shall win you to be mine. Of all restraint For ever take your leave, no threats shall awe you, No jealous doubts of mine disturb your freedom, No feed spies, wait upon your steps, your virtue And due consideration in yourself, Of what is Noble, are the faithful helps I leave you as supporters to defend you, From falling basely. This is wondrous strange Whence flows this alteration? From true judgement, And strong assurance, neither grates of iron, hemmed in with walls of brass, strict guards, high birth, The forfeiture of Honour, nor the fear Of infamy, or punishment, can stay A woman slaved to appetite from being False, and unworthy.
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You vvill reape The comfort of it, liue yet vndiscouer'd, And vvith your holy meditations strengthen Your Christian resolution, ere long You shall heare further from me. I'll attend All your commands with patience; come my Mates, I hitherto haue liu'd an ill example, And as your Captaine lead you on to mischiefe, But now vvill truely labour, that good men May say heereafter of me to my glory, Let but my power and meanes, hande vvith my vvill, His good endeuours, did waigh downe his ill. This penitence is not counterfeit, howsoeuer Good actions are in themselues rewarded, My trauailes to meete vvith a double crowne, If that Vitelli come off safe, and prooue Himselfe the Master of his vvilde affections, O I shall haue intelligence, how now Gazet, Why these sad lookes and teares? Teares sir? I haue lost My worthy Master, your rich heyre seemes to mourne for A miserable father, your young vvidow Following a bedrid husband to his graue, Would haue her neighbours thinke she cries, and rores, That she must part vvith such a goodman doe nothing, When t'is because he stayes so long aboue ground, And hinders a rich suitor: all is come out sir, We are smok'd for being cunnicatchers, my master Is put in prison, his she customer Is vnder garde to, these are things to weepe for; But mine owne losse considerd, and vvhat a fortune I haue, as they say, snatch'd our of my chops, Would make a man runne mad. I scarce haue leasure, I am so wholy taken vp vvith sorrow, For my lou'de pupill to enquire thy fate, Yet I vvill heare it. Why sir, I had boght a place, A place of credit to, and had gone through with it I should haue beene made an Eunuch, there was honour, For a late poore prentice, when vpon the suddaine There was such a hurleburley in the Court, That I was glad to runne away and carry The price of my office with me. Is that all? You haue made a sauing voyage, we must thinke now, Though not to free, to comfort sad Vitelli, My greeu'd loule suffers for him. I am sad too; But had I beene an Eunuch Thinke not on it. Be your owne gard; obsequiousnesse, and seruice Shall winne you to be mine. Of all restraint For euer take your leaue, no threats shall awe you, No iealous doubts of mine disturbe your freedome, No fee'd spies, wayte vpon your steps, your vertue And due consideration in your selfe, Of what is Noble, are the faithfull helps I leaue you as supporters to defend you, From falling basely. This is vvondrous strange Whence flowes this alteration? From true iudgement, And strong assurance, neither grates of iron, Hemde in vvith vvalls of brasse, stricte gards, high birth, The forfeiture of Honour, nor the feare Of infamie, or punishment, can stay A woman slaude to appetite from being False, and vnworthy.