The Renegado, or The Gentleman of Venice · chunk 34 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 T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 519 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Note this, Manto. The pride, and scorn, with which she entertains us Now we are made hers by the viceroy's gift. Our sweet conditioned princess, fair Donusa, Rest in her death wait on her, never used us With such contempt. I would he had sent me To the Galleys, or the Gallows, when he gave me To this proud little devil. I expect All tyrannous usage, but I must be patient; And though ten times a day, she tears these locks, Or makes this face her footstool, 'tis but justice. 'tis a true story of my fortunes, father, My chastity preserved by miracle, Or your devotions for me; and believe it, What outward pride soe'er I counterfeit, Or state to these appointed to attend me, I am not in my disposition altered, But still your humble daughter and share with you In my poor brother's sufferings, all bells torments Revenge it on accursed Grimaldi's soul That in his rape of me gave a beginning To all the miseries that since have followed Be charitable, and forgive him gentle daughter; he's a changed man, and may redeem his fault In his fair life hereafter. You must bear too Your forced captivity (for 'tis no better, Though you wear golden fetters) and of him, Whom death affrights not, learn to hold out nobly. You are still the same good counsellor. And who knows (Since what above is purposed, is inscrutable) But that the viceroy's extreme dotage on you May be the parent of a happier birth Than yet our hopes dare fashion. Longer conference May prove unsafe for you, and me, however Perhaps for trial he allows you freedom. From this learn therefore what you must attempt, Though with the hazard of yourself, heaven guard you, And give Vitelli patience, than I doubt not But he will have a glorious day since some Hold truly, such as suffer, overcome. What we commanded, see performed, and fail not In all things to be punctual. We shall sir. 'tis strange that you should use such circumstance To a delinquent of so mean condition. Had he appeared in a more sordid shape Then disguised greatness ever deigned to mask in, The gallant bearing of his present fortune Aloud proclaims him noble. If you doubt him, To be a man built up for great employments, And as a cunning spy sent to explore The City's strength, or weakness, you by torture May force him to discover it. That were base; Nor dare I do such injury to Virtue And bold assured courage, neither can I Be won to think, but if I should attempt it, I shoot against the Moon. He that hath stood The roughest battery, that captivity Could ever bring to shake a constant temper, Despised the fawnings of a future greatness, By beauty in her full perfection tendered; That hears of death as of a quiet slumber, And from the surplusage of his own firmness Can spare enough of fortitude, to assure A feeble woman; will now, Mustapha Be altered in his soul for any torments We can afflict his body with?
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Note this, Manto. The pride, and scorne, with which she entertaynes vs Now we are made hers by the Viceroyes guift. Our sweete condition'd princesse, fayre Donusa, Rest in her death waite on her, neuer vs'd vs With such contempt. I would he had sent me To the Gallies, or the Gallows, when he gaue me To this proude little diuell. I expect All tyrannous vsage, but I must be patient; And though ten times a day, she teares these locks, Or makes this face her footstoole, tis but iustice. Tis a true story of my fortunes, father, My chastity preseru'd by miracle, Or your deuotions for me; and beleeue it, What outward pride so ere I counterfeite, Or state to these appoynted to attend me, I am not in my disposition alter'd, But still your humble daughter and share with you In my poore brothers sufferings, all bels torments Reuenge it on accurs'd Grimaldies soule That in his rape of me gaue a beginning To all the miseries that since haue follow'd Be charitable, and forgiue him gentle daughter; Hee's a chang'd man, and may redeeme his fault In his faire life heereafter. You must beare too Your forc'd captiuity (for tis no better, Though you weare golden fetters) and of him, Whom death affrights not, learne to hold out nobly. You are still the same good counsellor. And who knowes (Since wat aboue is purpos'd, is inscrutable) But that the Viceroyes extreme dotage on you May be the parent of a happier birth Then yet our hopes dare fashion. Longer conference May prooue vnafe for you, and me, howeuer Perhaps for triall he allowes you freedome. From this learne therefore what you must attempt, Though with the hazarde of your selfe, heauen gard you, And giue Vitelli patience, then I doubt not But he will haue a glorious day since some Hold truely, such as suffer, ouercome. What we commanded, see perform'd, and fayle not In all things to be punctuall. We shall sir. Tis strange that you should vse such circumstance To a delinquent of so meane condition. Had he appear'd in a more sordid shape Then disguis'd greatenes euer dain'd to maske in, The gallant bearing of his present fortune Aloud proclaimes him noble. If you doubt him, To be a man built vp for great imployments, And as a cunning spie sent to explore The Cities strength, or weakenesse, you by torture May force him to discouer it. That were base; Nor dare I doe such iniury to Vertue And bold assured courage, neither can I Be wonne to thinke, but if I should attempt it, I shoote against the Moone. He that hath stood The roughest battery, that captiuity Could euer bring to shake a constant temper, Despis'd the fawnings of a future greatnesse, By beauty in her full perfection tender'd; That heares of death as of a quiet slumber, And from the surplusage of his owne firmenesse Can spare enough of fortitude, to assure A feeble woman; vvill now, Mustapha Be alter'd in his soule for any torments We can afflict his body vvith?