The Renegado, or The Gentleman of Venice · chunk 32 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 T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat typicality 0.78 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
I came here to take you, But I perceive a yielding in myself To be your prisoner. 'tis an overthrow That will outshine all victories. O Donusa, Die in my faith like me, and 'tis a marriage At which celestial Angels shalt be waiters, And such as have been Sainted welcome us, Are you confirmed? I would be; but the means That may assure me? Heaven is merciful, And will not suffer you to want a man, To do that sacred office, build upon it. Then thus I spit at Mahomet. Stop her mouth: In death to turn Apostata! I'll not hear One syllable from any; wretched creature! With the next rising Sun prepare to die. Yet Christian, in reward of thy brave courage, be thy faith right, or wrong, receive this favour. In person I'll attend thee to thy death, And boldly challenge all that I can give But what's not in my grant, which is to live. You are wondrous brave, and jocund. Welcome Father. Should I spare cost, or not wear cheerful looks Upon my wedding day, it were ominous And showed I did repent it, which I dare not, It being a marriage, howsoever sad In the first ceremonies that confirm it, That will for ever arm me against fears, Repentance, doubts, or jealousies, and bring Perpetual comforts, peace of mind, and quiet To the glad couple. I well understand you; And my full joy to see you so resolved Weak words cannot express. What is the hour Designed for this solemnity? The sixth, Something before the setting of the Sun We take our last leave of his fading light, And with our souls eyes seek for beams eternal, Yet there's one scruple with which I am much Perplexed, and troubled, which I know you can Resolve me of. What is't? This sir, my Bride Whom I first courted, and then won (not with Loose lays, poor flatteries, apish compliments, But Sacred, and Religious zeal) yet wants The holy badge that should proclaim her fit For these Celestial Nuptialls; willing she is, I know, to wear it, as the choicest jewel Or her fair forehead; but to you, that well Could do that work of Grace, I know the Viceroy Will never grant access. Now in a case Of this necessity, I would gladly learn, Whether in me a layman, without orders, It may not be religious, and lawful As we go to our deaths to do that office? A question in itself, with much ease answered; Midwiues vpon necessity performe t, And Knights that in the Holy-Land fought for The freedom of Jerusalem, when full Of sweat, and enemy's blood, have made their Helmets The fount, out of which with their holy hands They drew that heavenly liquour, 't was approved then By the Holy Church, nor must I think it now In you a work less pious. You confirm me, I will find a way to do it. In the mean time Your holy vows assist me.
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I came heere to take you, But I perceiue a yeelding in my selfe To be your prisoner. Tis an ouerthrow That will outshine all victories. O Donusa, Dye in my faith like me, and tis a marriage At vvhich celestiall Angels shalt be vvaiters, And such as haue beene Sainted vvelcome vs, Are you confirm'd? I vvould bee; but the meanes That may assure mee? Heauen is mercifull, And vvill not suffer you to vvant a man, To doe that sacred office, build vpon it. Then thus I spit at Mahomet. Stoppe her mouth: In death to turne Apostata! I'll not heare One sillable from any; wretched creature! With the next rising Sunne prepare to die. Yet Christian, in reward of thy braue courage, Bee thy faith right, or vvrong, receiue this fauour. In person Ile attend thee to thy death, And bouldly challenge all that I can giue But what's not in my grant, which is to liue. You are wondrous braue, and iocound. Welcome Father. Should I spare cost, or not weare cheerefull lookes Vpon my wedding day, it were omenous And shew'd I did repent it, which I dare not, It being a marriage, howsoeuer sad In the first ceremonies that confirme it, That will for euer arme me against feares, Repentance, doubts, or iealousies, and bring Perpetuall comforts, peace of minde, and quiet To the glad couple. I well vnderstand you; And my full ioy to see you so resolu'd Weake words cannot expresse. What is the howre Design'd for this solemnity? The sixth, Something before the setting of the Sun We take ur last leaue of his fading light, And with our soules eies seeke for beames eternall, Yet there's one scruple with which I am much Perplex'd, and troubl'd, which I know you can Resolue me of. What is't? This sir, my Bride Whm I first courted, and then wonne (not with Loose layes, poore flatteries, apish complements, But Sacred, and Religious zeal) yet wants The holy badge that should proclaime her fit For these Celestiall Nuptialis; vvilling she is, I know, to weare it, as the choicest iewell Or her fayre forehead; but to you, that well Could doe that vvorke of Grace, I know the Viceroy Will neuer grant accesse. Now in a case Of this necessity, I vvould gladly learne, Whether in me a layman, vvithout orders, It may not be religious, and lawfull As vve goe to our deaths to doe that office? A question in it selfe, vvith much ease answer'd; Midwiues vpon necessity performe t, And Knights that in he oly-and fought for The freedom of Hierusalem, vvhen ful Of sweat, and enemies blood, haue made their Helmets The fount, out of vvhich vvith their holy hands They drew that heauenly liquor, 't vvas approu'd then By the Holy Church, nor must I thinke it now In you a vvorke lesse pious. You confirme me, I vvill find a way to doe it. In the meane time Your holy vowes assist me.