The Renegado, or The Gentleman of Venice · chunk 36 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 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Speak, 'tis granted. We being now to take our latest leave And grown of one belief, I do desire I may have your allowance to perform it But in the fashion which we Christians use Upon the like occasions. 'tis allowed of. My service; haste Gazet to the next spring, And bring me of it. Would I could as well Fetch you a pardon, I would not run but fly, And be here in a moment. What's the mystery Of this? discover it? Great sir, I'll tell you, Each country hath its own peculiar rites, Some when they are to die drink store of wine, Which poured in liberally does oft beget A bastard valour, with which armed, they bear The not to be declined charge of death With less fear, and astonishment; Others take Drugs to procure a heavy sleep, that so They may insensibly receive the means That casts them in an everlasting slumber; Others— O welcome. Now the use of yours? The clearness of this is a perfect sign Of innocence, and as this washes off Stains, and pollutions from the things we wear, Thrown thus upon the forehead, it hath power To purge those spots that cleave upon the mind, If thankfully received. 'tis a strange custom! How do you entertain it my Donusa? Feel you no alteration? No new motives? No unexpected aids that may confirm you In that to which you were inclined before? I am another woman, till this minute I never lived, nor durst think how to die. How long have I been blind? Yet on the sudden, By this blessed means I feel the films of error ta'en from my soul's eyes. O divine Physician, That hast bestowed a sight on me, which death, Though ready to embrace me in his arms, Cannot take from me. Let me kiss the hand That did this miracle, and seal my thanks Upon those Lips from whence these sweet words vanished That freed me from the cruelest of prisons, Blind ignorance, and misbelief: false Prophet, Impostor Mahomet. I'll hear no more; You do abuse my favours, sever 'em: Wretch if thou hadst another life to lose, This Blasphemy deserved it, instantly Carry them to their deaths. we part now, blessed one, To meet hereafter in a Kingdom, where hell's malice shall not reach us. Ha, ha, ha. What means my Mistress? Who can hold her spleen, When such ridiculous follies are presented, The Scene too made religion: O my Lord, How from one cause two contrary effects Spring up upon the sudden. This is strange. That which hath fooled her in her death, Wins me, That hitherto have barred myself from pleasure, To live in all delight. There's Music in this. I now will run as fiercely to your arms As ever longing woman did, borne high On the swift wings of appetite. O Devil! Nay more, for there shall be no odds betwixt us, I will turn Turk.
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Speake, tis granted. We being now to take our latest leaue And growne of one beleefe, I doe desire I may haue your allowance to performe it But in the fashion vvhich vve Christians vse Vpon the like occasions. Tis allow'd of. My seruice; haste Gazet to the next spring, And bring me of it. Would I could aswell Fetch you a pardon, I vvould not run but flie, And be heere in a moment. What's the mystery Of this? discouer it? Great sir, I'll tell you, Each countrey hath it's owne peculiar rites, Some vvhen they are to die drinke store of vvine, Which powr'd in liberally does oft beget A bastarde valour, with which armde, they beare The not to bee declined charge of death With lsse feare, and astonishment; Others take Drugs to procure a heauie sleepe, that so They may insensibly receie the meanes That casts them in an euerlasting slumber; Others—O welcome. Now the vse of yours? The cleerenesse of this is a perfit signe Of innocence, and as this washes off Staines, and pollutions from the things we vveare, Throwne thus vpon the forehead, it hath power To purge those spots that cleue vpon the minde, If thankfully receiu'd. Tis a strange custome! How doe you entertaine it my Donusa? Feele you no alteration? No new motiues? No vnexpected ayds that may confirme you In that to which you were inclinde before? I am an other woman, till this minute I neuer liu'de, nor durst thinke how to dye. How long haue I beene blinde? Yet on the suddaine, By this blest meanes I feele the filmes of error Tane from my soules eyes. O diuine Physitian, That hast bestowde a sight on mee, which death, Though readie to embrace me in his armes, Cannot take from me. Let me kisse the hand That did this miracle, and seale my thanks Vpon those Lips from whence these sweet words vanishde That freede me from the cruellest of prisons, Blinde ignorance, and misbeliefe: false Prophet, Impostor Mahomet. I'll heare no more; You doe abuse my fauors, seuer 'em: Wretch if thou hadst another life to loose, This Blasphemie deseru'de it, instantly Carry them to their deaths. Wee part now, blest one, To meet hereafter in a Kingdome, where Hells malice shall not reach vs. Ha, ha, ha. What meanes my Mistres? Who can hold her spleene, When such ridiculous follies are presented, The Scene too made religion: O my Lord, How from one cause two contrary effects Spring vp vpon the suddaine. This is strange. That which hath foolde her in her death, Winnes me, That hitherto haue barde my selfe from pleasure, To liue in all delight. There's Musicke in this. I now will runn as fiercely to your armes As euer longing woman did, borne high On the swift wings of appetite. O Diuell! Nay more, for there shall be no ods betwixt vs, I will turne Turke.