The Renegado, or The Gentleman of Venice · chunk 31 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 T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
You speak in riddles. What burden, or what mistress? or what fetters? Are those you point at? Those which your religion, The mistress you too long have served, compels you To bear with slave-like patience. Ha! How bravely That virtuous anger shows! Be wise and weigh The prosperous success of things, if blessings Are donatives from Heaven (which you must grant Were blasphemy to question) and that They are called down, and poured on such as are Most gracious with the great disposer of 'em, Look on our flourishing Empire; if the splendour, The Majesty, and glory of it dim not Your feeble sight; and then turn back, and see The narrow bounds of yours, yet that poor remnant Rent in as many factions, and opinions, As you have petty kingdoms, and then if You are not obstinate against truth and reason, You must confess the Deity you worship Wants care, or power to help you. Hold out now And then thou art victorious. How he eyes her! As if he would look through her His eyes flame too, As threatening violence. But that I know The Devil thy Tutor fills each part about thee, And that I cannot play the exorcist To dispossess thee, unless I should tear Thy body limb by limb, and throw it to The furies that expect it, I would now Pluck out that wicked tongue, that hath blasphemed That great omnipotency at whose nod The fabric of the World shakes. Dare you bring Your juggling Prophet in comparison with That most inscrutable, and infinite essence That made this all, and comprehends his work? The place is too profane to mention him Whose only name is sacred. O Donusa! How much in my compassion I suffer, That thou, on whom this most excelling form And faculties of discourse, beyond a woman, Were by his liberal gift conferred, shouldst still Remain in ignorance of him that gave it? I will not foul my mouth to speak the Sorceries Of your seducer, his base birth, his whoredoms, His strange impostures; nor deliver how He taught a Pigeon to feed in his ear, Then made his credulous followers believe It was an Angel that instructed him In the framing of his Alcoran. Pray you mark me. These words are death, were he in nought else guilty. Your intent to win me To be of your belief proceeded from Your fear to die. Can there be strength in that Religion, that suffers us to tremble At that which every day, nay hour we haste to? This is unanswerable and there's something tells me I err in my opinion. Cherish it It is a Heavenly prompter, entertain This holy motion, and wear on your forehead The Sacred badge he arms His servants with, You shall, like me, with scorn look down upon All engines tyranny can advance to batter Your constant resolution. Then you shall Look truly fair, when your mind's pureness answers Your onward beauties.
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You speake in riddles. What burthen, or what mistrisse? or what fetters? Are those you poynt at? Those which your religion, The mistresse you too long haue seru'd, compells you To beare with laue-like patience. Ha! How brauely That vertuous anger showes! Be wise and waigh The prosperous successe of things, if blessings Are donatiues from Heauen (which you must grant Were blasphemy to question) and that They are call'd downe, and powr'd on such as are Most gracious with the great disposer of 'em, Looke on our flourishing Empire; if the spldor, The Maiestie, and glory of it dimme not Your feeble sight; and then turne backe, and see The narrow bounds of yours, yet that poore remnant Rent in as many factions, and opinions, As you haue petty kingdomes, and then if You are not obstinate against truth and reason, You must confesse the Deity you worship Wants care, or power to helpe you. Hold out now And then thou art victorious. How he eies her! As if he would looke through her His eyes flame too, As threatning violence. But that I know The Diuell thy Tutor fills each part about thee, And that I cannot play the exorcist To dispossesse thee, vnlesse I should teare Thy body limbe by limbe, and throw it to The furies that expect it, I would now Plucke out that wicked tongue, that hath blasphem That great omnipotency at whose nod The fabricke of the World shakes. Dare you bring Your igling Prophet in comparison with inscrutable, and infinite essence made this all, and comprehends his vvorke? The place is too prophane to mention him Whose onely name is sacred. O Donusa! How much in my compassion I suffer, That thou, on whom this most excelling forme And faculties of discourse, beyond a vvoman, Were by his liberall guift confer'd, should'st still Remaine in ignorance of him that gaue it? I vvill not foule my mouth to speake the Sorceries Of your seducer, his base birth, his vvhoredomes, His strange impostures; nor deliuer how He taught a Pigeon to feede in his eare, Then made his credulous followers beleeue It vvas an Angell that instructed him In the framing of his Alcoran. Pray you marke me. These words are death, were he in nought else guilty. Your intent to winne me To be of your beleefe proceeded from Your feare to die. Can there be strength in that Religion, that suffers vs to tremble At that vvhich euery day, nay hower vvee hast to? This is vnanswerable and there's something tells mee I erre in my opinion. Cherish it It is a Heauenly prompter, entertaine This holy motion, and weare on your forehead The Sacred badge he armes His seruants vvith, You shall, like mee, vvith scorne looke downe vpon All engines tyranny can aduance to batter Your constant resolution. Then you shall Looke truely ayre, vvhen your minds purenesse wers Your onward beauties.