The Renegado, or The Gentleman of Venice · chunk 39 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 T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Break the watch up, What should we fear in the midst of our own strengths? 'tis but the Basha's jealousy. Farewell soldiers. There's something more in this then means to cloy A hungry appetite, which I must discover. she, willed me search the midst. Thus, thus I pierce it: Ha! what is this? a scroll bound up in packthread? What may the mystery be? Son, let down this packthread, at the West window of the Castle. By it you shall draw up a Ladder of ropes, by which you may descend, your dearest Donusa with the rest of your friends, below attend you. Heaven prosper you. O best of men! he that gives up himself To a true religious friend, leans not upon A false deceiving reed, but boldly builds Upon a rock, which now with joy I find In reverend Francisco. Whose good vows, Labours, and watchings in my hoped-for freedom Appear a pious miracle. I come, I come, good man, with confidence, though the descent Were steep as hell, I know I cannot slide Being called down, by such a faithful guide. Excuse me Mustapha, though this night to me Appear as tedious as that treble one Was to the world, when love on fair Alcmena Begot Alcides. Were you to encounter Those ravishing pleasures, which the slow paced hours (To me they are such) bar me from, you would With your continued wishes strive to imp New feathers to the broken wings of Time And chide the amorous Sun, for too long dalliance In Thetis watery bosom. You are to violent In your desires, of which you are yet uncertain Having no more assurance to enjoy 'em Then a weak woman's promise, on which wisemen Faintly rely. Tush she is made of truth And what she says she will do, holds as firm. As laws in brass that know no change, what's this? Some new prize brought in sure. Why are thy looks So ghastly. Villain speak. Great sir hear me Then after kill me, we are all betrayed, The false Grimaldi sunk in your disgrace With his confederates, have seized his ship And those that guarded it stowed under hatches With him the condemned Princess, and the Merchant That with a ladder made of ropes descended From the black Tower in which he was enclosed, And your fair mistress, Ha! With all their train And choicest jewels are gone safe aboard, Their sails spread forth and with a fore-gale Leaving our cost, in scorn of all pursuit As a farewell they showed a broad side to us. No more. Now note your confidence. No more. O my credulity! I am too full Of grief, and rage to speak. Dull, heavy fool Worthy of all the tortures that the frown Of thy incensed Master can throw on thee Without one man's compassion, I will hide This head among the deserts, or some cave Filled with my shame and me, where I alone May die without a partner in my moan.
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Breake the watch vp, What should we feare in the midst of our owne strengths? Tis but the Bashas iealousie. Farewell souldiers. There's something more in this then meanes to cloy A hungry appetite, which I must discouer. Shee, will'd me search the midst. Thus, thus I pierce it: Ha! what is this? a scrole bound vp in packthread? What may the misterie be? Sonne, let downe this packethread, at the West window of the Castle. By it you shall draw vp a Ladder of ropes, by which you may descend, your deerest Donusa with the rest of your friends, below attend you. Heauen prosper you. O best of men! he that giues vp himselfe To a true religious friend, leanes not vpon A false deceiuing reede, but boldly builds Vpon a rocke, which now with ioy I finde In reuerend Francisco. Whose good vowes, Labors, and watchings in my hopd-for freedome Appeare a pious miracle. I come, I come, good man, with confidence, though the descent Were steepe as hel, I know I cannot slide Beeing cal'd downe, by such a faithfull guide. Excuse me Mustapha, though this night to me Appeare as tedious as that treble one Was to the world, when oue on faire Alcmena Begot Alcides. Were you to encounter Those rauishing pleasures, which the slow pac'd howres (To me they are such) bar me from, you would With your continued wishes striue to impe New feathers to the broken wings of Time And chide the amorous Sun, for too long dalliance In Thetis watry bosome. You are to violent In your desires, of which you are yet vncertaine Hauing no more assurance to enioy 'em Then a weake womans promise, on vvhich vvisemen Faintely relye. Tush she is made of truth And vvhat she says she vvill doe, holds as firme. As laws in brasse that know no change, what's this? Some new prize broght in sure. Why are thy looks So ghastly. Villaine speake. Great sir heare me Then after kill me, vve are all betrayde, The alse Grimaldi suncke in your disgrace With his confederates, haue seas'd his ship And those that garded it stow'd vnder haches With him the condemn'd Princesse, and the Marchant That vvith a ladder made of ropes descended From the blacke Tower in which he was inclos'd, And your fayre mistresse, Ha! With all their trayne And choysest iewels are gone safe aboard, Their sayles spread forth and with a fore-gale Leauing our cost, in scorne of all pursuite As a farewell they shew'd a broad side to vs. No more. Now note your confidence. No more. O my credulity! I am too full Of griefe, and rage to speake. Dull, heauy foole Worthy of all the tortures that the frowne Of thy incensed Master can throw on thee Without one mans compassion, I will hide This head among the desarts, or some caue Fi'd with my shame and me, where I alone May dye without a partner in my mone.