DONUSA

And is she such a wonder As 'tis reported? We enjoy no more That are of the Oath man raze, though our Religio Allows all pleasure. I am dull, some Music Take my Chiapines off. So, a lusty strai e Who knocks there? Reach a chair. Receive him Like our self, and not depart with One piece of Ceremony, stare, and greatness That may beget respect, and erence In one that's born our Vassal. Now admit him: Rise, the sign That we vouchsafe his presence. His sacred Majesty writes here that your valour Against the Persian hath so won upon him That there's no grace, or honour in his gift Of which he can imagine you unworthy. And what's the greatest you can hope, or aim at, It is his pleasure you should be received Into his Royal Family, Provided For so far I am unconfined, that I Affect and Like your person. I expect not The Ceremony which he uses in Bestowing of his Daughters, and his nieces. As that he should present you for my slave, To love you, if you pleased me: or deliver A Ponyarde on my least dislike to kill you. Such tyranuie and pride agree not with My softer disposition. Let it suffice For my first answer, that thus far I grace you. ereafter some time spent to make inquire Of the good parts, and faculties of your mind You shall hear further from me. Let us find Some other subject, too much of one Theme cloys me Is't a full Mars: I know not. I feel a Virgins longing to descend So far from mine own greatness, as to be Thoughnot a buyer, yet a looker on Their strange commodities. I embrace it. Provide my vail; and at the Postern Gate Convey us out unseen: I trouble you. Is this the Christians custom In the venting their commodities. Yes, for varieties sake pray you show us, friends, The chiefest of your Wares. How movingly could this fellow treat upon A worthy subject, that finds such discourse To grace a trifle! You are partial In the cause of those you favour I believe, I instantly could show you one, to theirs Not much inferior. Can you match me this! Are you amazed e bring you to your self. No, I assure you. Bid him bring his bill To morrow to the Palace and inquire For one Donusa: That word gives him passage through all the guard; Say there he shall receive full satisfaction. Now when you please What Magicque hath transformed me from my self? Where is my Virgin pride? How have I lost My boasted freedom? what new fire burns up My scorched entrails. What unknown desires Invade, and take possession of my soul; All virtuous objects vanished? Have I stood The shock of fierce temptations, stopped mine ears Against all Siren notes lust ever sung, To draw my bark of chastity (that with wonder Hath kept, a constant, and and honoured course.) Into the gulf of a deserved ill fame? Now fallen unpitied? And in a moment With mine own hands dig up a graven to bury The monumental heap of all my years, Imployde in Noble actions? Oh my fate! But there is no resisting. I obey thee Imperious God of love, and willingly Put mine own Petterson, to grace thy triumph; It therefore more then cruelty in thee To use me Like a tyrant. What poor means Must I make use of now? And flatter such, To whom; till I betrayed my liberty, One gracious look of mine, would have erected And altar to my service. How now Manto! My ever careful woman, and Carazie Thou hast been faithful too. I am comforted, In the tender of your service, but shall be Confirmed in my full joys, in the performance Yet trust me: I will not impose upon you But what you stand ingagde for, to a Mistress, (Such as I have been to you.) All I ask Is faith, and secrecy. You have my ends. Banish amazement, You, wake; your debtor tells you so, your debtor, And to assure you that I am a substance And no aaeriall figure, thus I raise you. Why do you shake? My soft touch brings no Ague, No biting frost is in this palm: Nor are My looks Like to the Gorgons head, that turn Men into Statues, rather they have power (Or I have been abused) where they bestow Their influence (let me prove it truth in you) To g we to dead men motion. I am she. I am the same. How the abundance of good flowing to thee, Is wrongde in this simplicity: and these bounties Which all our astern Kings have kneeled in vain for, Do by thy ignorance, or wilful fear, Meet with a false construction. Christian, know (For till thou art mine by a nearer name, That title though abhorred here, takes not from Thy entertainment) that 'tis not the fashion Among the greatest and the fairest Dams, This Turkish Empire gladly owes, and bows to: To punish where theres no offence, or nourish Displeasures against those, without who e mercy They partly with all felicity. Prithee be wise, And gently understand me; Do not force her That never knew ought but to command, not ere read The elements of affection, but from such As gladly sued to her, in the infancy Of her new born desires, to be at once Importunate, and immodest. Sport? thou art cruel, If that thou canst interpret my descent, From my high birth and greatness? But to be A partly in which I truly act my self. And I must hold thee for a dull spectator If it stir not affection, and invite Compassion for my sufferings. Be thou taught By my example, to make satisfaction For wrongs unjustly offered. Willingly I do confess my fault; injured thee In some poor petty trifles; Thus I pay for The trespass I did to thee. Here recei e These bags stuffed full of our imperial coin, Or if this payment be too light, take here These Iems for which the slavish Indian dive To the bottom of the Main? Or if thou scorn These as base dross (which take but common minds) But fancy any honour in my gift (Which is unbounded as the Sultans Power) And be possessed of't. They are degrees, Not ends of my intended favors to thee. These seeds of bounty I yet scatter on A glebe I have not tried, but be thou thankful The harvest is to come. Thou and Italian? Nay more I know't, a natural Venetian, Such as are Courtiers born to please fair Ladies, Yet come thus slowly on? Or if thus she kiss you, Then tastes' your lips again. Say she points to Some private room, the Sun beams never enters, Provoking dishes, passing by to heighten Declined appetite, active Music ushering Your fainting steps, the waiters too as born dumb, Not daring to look on you. I am sure I was. I charge thee Manto tell me By all my favors, and my bounties truly Whither thou art a Virgin, or Like me Hast forfeited that name. And could thy friends Read in thy face, thy ma denhead gone, that thou Hadst parted with it? How now? If it had been My neat Italian, thou hadst met my wishes. Tell him we would be private. His entertainment Shall not invite a second visit, go Say we are pleased. Be sudden Was saucy rudeness in you sir to press On my retirements, but ridiculous folly To wast the time that might be better spent In complemental wishes. Come you here to stare? If you have lost your tongue, and use of speech, Resign your government, there's a mutes place void In my uncle's Court I hear, and you may work me To write for your preferment. To the purpose My will's a reason, and we stand not bound To yield account to you. How deserved? I have considered you from head to foot, And can find nothing in that waynscote face, That can teach me to dote, nor am I taken With your grim aspect, or toadepoole-like complexion, Those scars you glory in, I fear to look on; And had much rather hear a merry tale Then all your battles won with blood and sweat, Though you belch forth the stink too, in the service, And swear by your Mustachios all is true. You are yet too rough for me, purge and take physic, Purchase perfumers, get me some French taylor, To new create you; the first shape you were made with Is quite worn out, let your barbar wash your face too, You look yet Like a bugbear to fright children, Till when I take my leave, wait me Carazie. You must grant, If you hold that a lose to you, mine equals, If not transcends it. If you then first tasted That poison as you call it, I brought with me A palate unacquainted with the relish Of those delights which most (as I have herd) Greedily swallow; and then the offence (If my opinion may be believed) Is not so great: how ere, the wrong no more Then if Hippolli and the Virgin Huntress, Should meet and kiss together. Are you Marble? Who am I that you dare this? 'Tis I that do command you to forbear A touch of violence. For us? We'll bring you safe off, who dares contradict What is our pleasure? What bold presumption's this? under what law Am I to fallen that set my foot upon Your Statutes and decrees? Tush, who is here That is not Amurahs slave, and so unfit To fit a judge upon his blood? I do appeal to Amurah. We shall remember this. That you cloth me In this sad livery of death, assures me Your sentence is gone out before, and I To late am called, for, in my guilty cause To use qualification, or excuse— Yet must I not partly so with mine own strengths, But borrow from my modesty boldness, to Inquire by whose authority you fit My judges, and whose warrant digs my graven In the frowns you dart against my life? I lay hold on that clause and challenge from you The privilege of the Law. Grant me access and means, In l undertake To turn this Christian Turk, and marry him: This trial you cannot deny. You shall not fool me Out of my life, I claim the Law and sue for A speedy trial; if I fail, you may Determine of me as you please. I come sir, My suit is That you would quit your shoulders of a burden Under whose ponderous weight you wilfully Have too long groaned, to cast those fetters off, With which with your own hands you chain your free dome Forsake a severe, nay imperious mistress, Whose service does exact perpetual cares, Watchings, and troubles, and give entertainment To one that courts you, whose least favours are Variety, and choice of all delights Mankind is capable of. Those which your religion, The mistress you too long have served, compels you To bear with laue-like patience. 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 they, Look on our flourishing Empire; if the spl dor, The Majesty, and glory of it dim not Your feeble sighed; and then turn back, and see The narrow bounds of yours, yet that poor remnant Rend 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. This is unanswerable and there's something tells me I err in my opinion. I would be; but the means That may assure me? Then thus I spit at Mahomet. 'Tis enough my dearest; I dare not doubt you, as your humble shadow Lead where you please, I follow. I am and other 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 Taken from my souls eyes. Oh divine Physician, That hast bestowed a sighed 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 vanishde That Freed me from the cruelest of prisons, Blind ignorance, and misbelief: false Prophet, Impostor Mahomet. Peace in death denied me? I believe you. I rejoice in't But what's this to his freedom? for my self, Were he well off, I were secure. She that's now Your slave was once mine, had I twenty lives I durst commit them to her trust. Good fortune with thee. The time we thus abuse We might employ much better. Heaven be gracious to us. Have you seen the Christian Captive, The great Basham is so enamoured of? Come you flatter me, But I forgive it, we that are born great Seldom distaste our servants, though they give us More then we can pretend too. I have herd That Christian Ladies live with much more freedom Then such as are born here. Our jealous Turks Never permit their air wives to be leene But at the public Bannias, or the Mosques And even then vaylde, and guarded. Thou Carazie Wertenberg born in England, what's the cust me there Among your women? Come be free and merry I am no severe Mistress, nor would to thou met with A heavy bondage. But your court Lady? What's that I prithee? He speaks well. Poetical too. The offence Looks not so far. The foolish p ultrie fellow Showed me some trifles, and demanded of me For what I valued at so many aspers, A thousand Ducats. I confess he moved me; Yet I should wrong my self should such a beggar Receive least lose from me. Thus then I Whisper Mine own shame to you.—Oh that I should blush To speak what I so much desire to do! And further— Think it not base Although I know the office undergoes A course construction. The tender of Myself. Why dost thou start! and in that gift, Full restitution of that Virgin freedom Which thou hast robbed me of. Yet I profess I so far prize the lovely thief that stole it, That were it possible thou couldst restore What thou unwittingly hast ravished from me, I should refuse the present. By instinct I'll teach thee, And with such ease as love makes me to ask it. When a young Lady wrings you by the hand thus, Or with and amorous touch presses your foot Looks babies in your eyes, plays with your locks, Do not you find without a tutors help What 'tis she looks for. When said he, he would come again? Am I grown Old, or deformed since yesterday? Whom do you fear? If you mean sir, To my embraces, you turn rebel to The laws of nature, the great Queen, and Mother Of all productions, and deny allegiance. Where you stand bound to pay it. Gentle sir, Though you deny to hear me, yet vouchsafe To look upon me. Though I use no language The grief for this unkind repulse, will print Such a dumb eloquence upon my face, As will not only plead, but prevail for me. How! Are we betrayed? Shall? Give me leave A little to complain, first of the hard Condition of my ortune, which may move you Though not to rise up intercessors for me (Yet in remembrance of my former life, This being the first pot, tainting mine honour) To be the means to bring me to his presence; And thou I doubt not, but I could allege Such reasons in mi e own defence, or plead So humbly (my tears helping) that it should Awake his sleeping pity. I would thus then First kneel, and kiss his feet, and after tell him How long I had been his darling, what delight My infant years afforded him; how deer He prizde his sister, in both bloods, my mother; That she Like him had frailty, that to me Descends as and inheritance, then conjure him By her blessed ashes, and his father's soul, The sword that rides upon his thigh, his right hand Holding the Sceptre and the Ottoman fortune, To have compassion on me. I then would thus rise up, And to his teeth tell him he was a tyrant, A most voluptuous, and insatiable Epicure In his own pleasures: which he hugs so dearly, As proper, and peculiar to himself, That he denies a moderate lawful use Of all delight to others. And to thee Unequal judge I speak as much, and charge thee But with impartial eyes to look into Thy self, and then consider with what justice Thou canst pronounce my sentence. Unkind nature, To make weak women servants, proud men Master's Indulgent Mahomet, do thy bloody laws Call my embraces with a Christian, death? Having my heat and May of youth to plead In my excuse? and yet want power to punish These that with scorn break through thy Cobweb edicts And laugh at thy decrees? to tame their lustest There's no religious bit, let her be fair And pleasing to the eye, though Persian, More, Idolatress, Turk, or Christian, you are privileged And freely may enjoy her. At this instant I know, unjust man, thou hast in thy power A lovely Christian Virgin; thy offence Equal, if not transcending mine, why then We being both guilty dost thou not descend From that usurped Tribunal and with me Walk hand in hand to death? Do, do, I stand resolved to suffer. I came here to take you, But I perceive a yielding in my self To be your prisoner. At your peril; There is no further danger can look towards me. Sing over the Ditty, that I last composed Upon my Lovesick passion suit, your Voice To the Music thats plac'de yonder, we shall hear you With more delght and pleasure. Oh Love what poor shifts thou dost force us too!