The Renegado, or The Gentleman of Venice · chunk 30 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 · 523 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
This applause Confirmed in your allowance joys me more, Than if a thousand full crammed Theatres Should clap their eager hands to witness that The Scene I act did please, and they admire it. But these are (father) but beginnings, not The ends of my high aims. I grant to have mastered The rebel appetite of flesh and blood Was far above my strength; and still owe for it To that great power that lent it. But when I Shall make't apparent, the grim looks of death Affright me not, and that I can put off The fond desire of life (that like a garment Covers, and clothes our frailty) hastening to My martyrdom, as to a heavenly banquet, To which I was a choice invited guest. Then you may boldly say, you did not plough Or trust the barren, and ungrateful lands With the fruitful grain of your religious counsels. You do instruct your teacher. Let the Sun Of your clear life (that lends to good men light) But set as gloriously, as it did rise, Though sometimes clouded) you may write nil vltra To humane wishes. I have almost gained The end of the race, and will not faint, or tire now. Sir by your leave (nay stay not) I bring comfort; The Viceroy taken with the constant bearing Of your afflictions, and presuming to You will not change your temper, does command Your irons should be ta'en off. Now arm yourself With your old resolution, suddenly You shall be visited, you must leave the room to And do it without reply. There's no contending, be still thyself my son. 'tis not in man To change or alter me. When do I look on? My brother? 'tis he! but no more my tongue, Thou wilt betray all. Let us hear this temptress, The fellow looks as he would stop his ears Against her powerful spells. He is undone else. I'll stand th'encounter, charge me home. I come sir, A beggar to you, and doubt not to find A good man's charity, which if you deny, You are cruel to yourself, a crime, a wiseman (And such I hold you) would not willingly Be guilty of, nor let it find less welcome Though I (a creature you contemn) now show you The way to certain happiness, nor think it Imaginary, or fantastical, And so not worth th'acquiring, in respect The passage to it is nor rough nor thorny; No steep hills in the way which you must climb up; No monsters to be conquered; no enchantments To be dissolved by counter charms, before You take possession of it. What strong poison Is wrapped up in these sugared pills? My suit is That you would quit your shoulders of a burden Under whose ponderous weight you wilfully Have too long groaned, to cast those fetters off, With which with your own hands you chain your freedom Forsake a severe, nay imperious mistress, Whose service does exact perpetual cares, Watchings, and troubles, and give entertainment To one that courts you, whose least favours are Variety, and choice of all delights Mankind is capable of.
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This applause Confirm'd in your allowane ioyes me more, Then if a thousand full cram'd Theaters Should clap their eager hands to witnesse that The Scene I act did please, and they admire it. But these are (father) but beginnings, not The ends of my high aimes. I grant to haue master'd The rebell appetite of flesh and blood Was far aboue my strength; and still owe for it To that great power that lent it. But when I Shall make't apparant, the grimme lookes of death Affright me not, and that I can put off The fonde desire of life (that like a garment Couers, and clothes our frailty) hastening to My Martirdome, as to a heauenly banquet, To which I was a choyce inuited guest. Then you may boldly say, you did not plough Or trust the barren, and vngratefull lands With the fruitfull graine of your religious counsels. You doe instrct your teacher. Let the Sun Of your cleere life (that lends to good men light) But set as gloriously, as it did rise, Though sometimes clouded) you may write il vltra To humane wishes. I haue almost gain'd The end of the race, and will not aynt, or tire now. Sir by your leaue (nay stay not) I bring comfort; The Viceroy taken with the constant bearing Of your afflictions, and presuming to You will not change your temper, does command Your irons should be tane off. Now arme your selfe With your olde resolution, suddenly You shall be visited, you must leaue the roome to And doe it without reply. There's no contending, Bee still thy selfe my sonne. Tis not in man To change or alter me. Whn doe I looke on? My brother? tis he! but no more my tongue, Thou wilt betray all. Let vs heare this temptresse, The fellow lookes as he would stop his eares Against her powerfull spels. He is vndone else. I'll stand th'incounter, charge me home. I come sir, A begger to you, and doubt not to finde A good mans charity, which if you denie, You are cruell to your selfe, a crime, a wiseman (And such I hold you) would not willingly Be guilty of, nor let it find lesse welcome Though I (a creature you contemne) now shew you The way to certaine happinesse, nor thinke it Imaginarie, or phantasticall, And so not vvorth th'acquiring, in respect The passage to it is nor rough nor thornie; No steepe hills in the way which you must climbe vp; No monsters to be conquer'd; no inchantments To be dissolu'd by counter charmes, before You take possession of it. What strong poyson Is wrap'd vp in these sugred pills? My suite is That you vvould quit your shoulders of a burthen Vnder vvhose ponderous vvaight you vvilfully Haue too long groan'd, to cast those fetters off, With vvhich vvith your own hands you chaine your freedome Forsake a seuere, nay imperious mistresse, Whose seruice does exact perpetuall cares, Watchings, and troubles, and giue entertainement To one that courts you, whose least fauours are Variety, and choyce of all delights Mankind is capable of.