The Renegado, or The Gentleman of Venice · chunk 28 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 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
See here This fatal sign, and warrant this brought to A General fighting in the head of his Victorious troops, ravishes from his hand His even then conquering sword; this shown unto The sultan's brothers, or his sons, delivers His deadly anger, and all hopes laid by Commands them to prepare themselves for heaven. Which would stand with the quiet of your soul To think upon, and imitate. Give me leave A little to complain, first of the hard Condition of my fortune, which may move you Though not to rise up intercessors for me (Yet in remembrance of my former life, This being the first spot, tainting mine honour) To be the means to bring me to his presence; And thou I doubt not, but I could allege Such reasons in mine own defence, or plead So humbly (my tears helping) that it should Awake his sleeping pity. 'tis in vain. If you have aught to say you shall have hearing, And in me think him present. I would thus then First kneel, and kiss his feet, and after tell him How long I had been his darling, what delight My infant years afforded him; how dear He prized his sister, in both bloods, my mother; That she like him had frailty, that to me Descends as an inheritance, then conjure him By her blessed ashes, and his father's soul, The sword that rides upon his thigh, his right hand Holding the Sceptre and the Ottoman fortune, To have compassion on me. But suppose (As I am sure) he would be deaf, what then Could you infer? I then would thus rise up, And to his teeth tell him he was a tyrant, A most voluptuous, and insatiable Epicure In his own pleasures: which he hugs so dearly, As proper, and peculiar to himself, That he denies a moderate lawful use Of all delight to others. And to thee Unequal judge I speak as much, and charge thee But with impartial eyes to look into thyself, and then consider with what justice Thou canst pronounce my sentence. Unkind nature, To make weak women servants, proud men Masters Indulgent Mahomet, do thy bloody laws Call my embraces with a Christian, death? Having my heat and May of youth to plead In my excuse? and yet want power to punish These that with scorn break through thy Cobweb edicts And laugh at thy decrees? to tame their lusts There's no religious bit, let her be fair And pleasing to the eye, though Persian, Moore, Idolatress, Turk, or Christian, you are privileged And freely may enjoy her. At this instant I know, unjust man, thou hast in thy power A lovely Christian Virgin; thy offence Equal, if not transcending mine, why then We being both guilty dost thou not descend From that usurped Tribunal and with me Walk hand in hand to death? She raves, and we Lose time to hear her: read the Law, Do, do, I stand resolved to suffer.
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See heere This fatall signe, and warrant this brought to A Generall fighting in the head of his Victorious troopes, rauishes from his hand His eu'n then conquering sword; this showne vnto The Sultans brothers, or his sonnes, deliuers His deadly anger, and all hopes lay'd by Commands them to prepare themselues for heauen. Which would stand with the quiet of your soule To thinke vpon, and imitate. Giue me leaue A little to complayne, first of the hard Condition of my ortune, which may moue you Though not to rise vp intercessors for me (Yet in remembrance of my former life, This being the first pot, tainting mine honor) To be the meanes to bring me to his presence; And thou I doubt not, but I could alleage Such reasons in mie owne defence, or pleade So humbly (my teares helpinge) that it should Awake his sleeping pitty. Tis in vayne. If you haue ought to say you shall haue hearing, And in me thinke him preent. I would thus then First kneele, and kisse his feete, and after tell him How long I had beene his darling, what delight My infant yeeres afforded him; how deere Hee prizde his sister, in both bloods, my mother; That she like him had frailety, that to me Descends as an inheritance, then coniure him By her blest ashes, and his fathers soule, The sword that rides vpon his thigh, his right hand Holding the Scepter and the Ottoman fortune, To haue compassion on me. But suppose (As I am sure) he would be deafe, what then Could you inferre? I then would thus rise vp, And to his teeth tell him he was a tyrant, A most voluptuous, and insatiable Epicure In his owne pleasures: which he hugs so deerely, As proper, and peculiar to himselfe, That he denies a moderate lawfull vse Of all delight to others. And to thee Vnequall iudge I speake as much, and charge thee But with impartiall eies to looke into Thy selfe, and then consider with what iustice Thou canst pronounce my sentence. Vnkind nature, To make weake women seruants, proud men Masters Indulgent Mahomet, doe thy bloudy lawes Call my embraces vvith a Christian, death? Hauing my heate and May of youth to pleade In my excuse? and yet want power to punish These that vvith scorne breake throgh thy Cobweb edicts And laugh at thy decrees? to tame their lusts There's no religious bit, let her be fayre And pleasing to the eye, though Persian, Moore, Idolatresse, Turke, or Christian, you are priueledg'd And freely may enioy her. At this instant I know, vniust man, thou hast in thy power A louely Christian Virgin; thy offence Equall, if not transcending mine, vvhy then We being both guilty doest thou not descend From that vsurp'd Tribunall and vvith me Walke hand in hand to death? She raues, and vve Loose time to heare her: reade the Law, Doe, doe, I stand resolu'd to suffer.