The Renegado, or The Gentleman of Venice · chunk 29 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 T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 497 words
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If any Virgin of what degree or quality soever, borne a natural Turk, shall be convicted of corporal looseness, and incontinence, with any Christian, she is by the decree of our great Prophet Mahomet to lose her head. Mark that, then tax our justice. Ever provided that if she, the said offender, by any reasons, arguments or persuasion, can win and prevail with the said Christian offending with her, to alter his religion, and marry her, that then the winning of a soul to the Mahometan sect, shall acquit her from all shame, disgrace and punishment whatsoever. I lay hold on that clause and challenge from you The privilege of the Law. What will you do? Grant me access and means, I'll undertake To turn this Christian Turk, and marry him: This trial you cannot deny. O base! Can fear to die make you descend so low From your high birth, and brand the ottoman line With such a mark of infamy? This is worse Than the parting with your honour, better suffer Ten thousand deaths, and without hope to have A place in our great prophet's Paradise, Then have an act to after times remembered So foul as this is. Cheer your spirits Madam, To die is nothing, 'tis but parting with A mountain of vexations. Think of your honour; In dying nobly you make satisfaction For your offence, and you shall live a story Of bold Heroic courage. You shall not fool me Out of my life, I claim the Law and sue for A speedy trial; if I fail, you may Determine of me as you please. Base woman! But use thy ways, and see thou prosper in 'em For if thou fall again into my power Thou shalt in vain after a thousand tortures Cry out, for death, that death which now thou fliest from Unloose the prisoners chains, go lead her on To try the Magic of her tongue; I follow: I am on the rack, descend my best Paulina. I come not empty handed, I will purchase Your favour at what rate you please. There's gold. 'tis the best oratory. I will hazard A check for your content below there? Welcome. Art thou the happy messenger that brings me News of my death? Your hand. Now if you please, A little privacy. You have bought it sir, Enjoy it freely. O my dearest pupil, Witness these tears of joy, I never saw you Till now look lovely; nor durst I ere glory In the mind of any man I had built up With the hands of virtuous, and religious precepts, Till this glad minute. Now you have made good My expectation of you. By my order, All Roman Caesars, that led kings in chains Fast bound to their triumphant chariots, if Compared with that true glory, and full luster You now appear in, all their boasted honours Purchased with blood, and wrong, would lose their names And be no more remembered.
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If any Virgin of what degree or quality soeuer, borne a naturall Turke, shall bee conuicted of corporall loosenesse, and incontinence, with any Christian, she is by the decree of our great Prophet Mahomet to loose her head. Marke that, then taxe our iustice. Euer prouided that if shee, the sayd offender, by any reasons, arguments or perswasion, can win and preuaile with the sayd Christian offending with her, to alter his religion, and marry her, that then the winning of a soule to the Mahometan sect, shall acquit her from all shame, disgrace and punishment whatsoeuer. I lay hold on that clause and challenge from you The priueledge of the Law. What will you doe? Grant me accesse and meanes, I'l vndertake To turne this Christian Turke, and marry him: This triall you cannot denie. O base! Can feare to die make you descend so low From your high birth, and brand the Ottaman line With such a marke of infamy? This is worse Then the parting with your honour, better suffer Ten thousand deaths, and without hope to haue A place in our great Prophets Paradice, Then haue an acte to after times remembred So foule as this is. Cheere your spirits Madam, To die is nothing, tis but parting with A mountaine of vexations. Thinke of your honour; In dying nobly you make satisfaction For your offence, and you shall liue a story Of bould Heroicke courage. You shall not foole me Out of my life, I claime the Law and sue for A speedy triall; if I fayle, you may Determine of me as you please. Base woman! But vse thy wayes, and see thou prosper in 'em For if thou fall againe into my power Thou shalt in vaine after a thousand tortures Cry out, for death, that death which now thou fliest from Vnloose the prisoners chaynes, goe leade her on To try the Magique of her tongue; I follow: I am on the racke, descend my best Paulina. I come not empty handed, I will purchase Your fauour at what rate you please. There's gold. Tis the best oratory. I will hazard A checke for your content below there? Welcome. Art thou the happy messenger that brings me Newes of my death? Your hand. Now if you please, A little priuacie. You haue bought it sir, Enioy it freely. O my deerest pupill, Witnesse these teares of ioy, I neuer saw you Till now looke louely; nor durst I ere glory In the mind of any man I had built vp With the hands of vertuous, and religios precepts, Till this glad minute. Now you haue made good My expectation of you. By my order, All Roman Caesars, that ledde kings in chaines Fast bound to their triumphant chariots, if Compar'd with that true glory, and full luster You now appeare in, all their boaste honors Purchas'd with blood, and wrong, would loose their names And be no more remembred.