GRIMALDI

Thy Mother for a Bavvde, or if thou hast A handsome one thy sister for a Whore, Without these do not tell me of your trash Or I shall spoil your Market. Zounds wherefore do we put to Sea, or stand The Raging winds aloft, or piss upon The Fomie waves when they rage most? deride The thunder of the enemies shot, board bold lie A Merchants ship for prize, though we behold The desperate Gunner ready to give fire And blow the deck up? Wherefore shake we off Those scrupulous rags of charity, and conscience, Invented only to keep Churchmen warm, Or feed the hungry months of famished beggars; But when we touch the shore to wallovve in All sensual pleasures. Hang consideration: When this is spent is not our ship the same? Our courage too the same to fetch in more? The earth where it is fertilest returns not More then three harvest's, while the glorious Sun Posts through the Zodiac, and makes up the year: But the Sea, which is our Mother, (that embraceth Both the rich Indies in her outstrecht arms) Yields every day a crop if we dare reap it. No, no my Mates, let Tradesmen think of thrift, And Usurers hoard up, let our expense Be as our comings in are without bounds: We are the Neptune's of the Ocean, And such as trastique, shall pay sacrifice Of their best lading; I'll have this Canvas Your boy wears linde with Tissue, and the cates You taste, served up in gold; though we carouse The tears of Orphans in our Greekish wines, The sighs of undone Widows, paying for The music bought to cheer us; rauishde Virgins To slavery sold for Coin to feed our riots, We will have no compunction. What will you do? By the ears, Thus sir, by the ears. Come let's be drunk? then each man to his whore, Slight how do you look, you had best go find a Corner To pray in, and repent. Do, do, and cry It will show fine in Pirates. Let him be damned too I'll look on him though he stard as wild as hell, Nay I'll go near to tell him to his teeth If he mends not suddenly, and proves more thankful, We do him too much service, were't not for shame now I could turn honest and forswear my trade, Which next to being trust up at the main yard By some low country butterbox, I hate As deadly as I do fasting, or long grace When meat cools on the table. Let his Whores And Catamites, know't, I understand my self, And how unmanly 'tis to fit at home And rail at us, that run abroad all hazards: If every week we bring not home new pillage, For the fatting his Seraglio. To such as fear him: The viceroy Asambeg were he the Sultans self He will let us know a reason for his fury, Or we must take leave without his allowance To be merry with our ignorance. That would not I. Yet I dare as much As any of the Sultans boldest sons, (Whose heaven, and hell, hang on his frown, or smile,) His warlike Janissaires. Let it open, I'll stand the hazard, those contemned thieves Your fellow Pirates Sir, the bold Malteze Whom with your looks you think to quell, at Rhodes Laugh'de at great Soliman's anger: and if treason Had not deliuerde them into his power, He had grown old in glory as in years. At that so fatal siege, or risne with shame His Hope's, and threats deluded. Think not therefore sir, That you alone are Giants, and such Pigmies You war upon. Why should I study a defence, or comfort? In whom black gilded, and misery if balanced, I know not which would turn the scale, look upward I dare not, for should it but be believed, That I (died deep in hells most horrid colours,) Should dare to hope for mercy, it would leave No check or feeling, in men innocent To catch at sins, the devil never taught mankind yet, No, I must downward, downward, though repentance Could borrow all the glorious wings of grace, My mountainous weight of sins, would crack their pini ons, And sink them to hell with me. Serve me? I am a devil already, leave me, Stand further off, you are blasted else, I have herd Schoolmen affirm men body is composed Of the four elements, and as in league together They nourish life; So each of them affords Liberty to the soul, when it grows weary Of this fleshy prison. Which shall I make choice of? The fire? n (I shall feel that hereafter) The earth will not receive me Should some whirlwind Snatch me into the air: and I hang there, Perpetual plagues would dwell upon the earth. And those superior bodies that pour down Their cheerful influence deny to pass it, Through those vast regions I have infected. The (Sea) I that is justice there, I ploude up Mischief as deep as Hell there: there l'le hide This cursed lump of clay may it turn Rocks Where plummets weight could never reach the sands. And grind the ribs of all such barks as press The Ocean's breast in my unlawful course. I haste then to thee, let thy ravenous womb Whom all things else deny, be now my tomb. For theft! he that restores treble the valve, Makes satisfaction, and for want of means To do so, as a slave must serve it out Till he hath made full payment. Ther's hope left here Oh with what will ingnesse would I give up My liberty to those that I have pillaged And wish the numbers of my years though wasted In the most sordid slavery might equal The rapines I have made, till with one voice My patient sufferings, might exact from my Most cruel creditors, a full remission, And eyes lose with and eye, limbs with a limb, A sad account! yet to find peace within here, Though all such as I have maimed, and dismembered In drunken quarrels, or overcome with rage When they were given up to my power, stood here now And cried for restitution; to appease they, I would do a bloody justice on my self; Pull out these eyes that guided me to ravish Their sighed from others; lop these legs that boar me To barbarous violence, with this land cut off This instrument of wrong, till nought were left me But this poor bleeding limbless trunk, which gladly I would divide among them. Would! what think I Of petty forfeitures, in this reverend habit, (All that I am turned into eyes) I look on A deed of mine so fiendlike, that repentance, Though with my tears I taught the sea new tides, Can never wash off; all my thefts, my rapes Are venial trespasses compared to what I offered to that shape, and in a place too Where I stood bound to kneel to't. Can it be! Dare I believe this vision, or hope A pardon ere may find me? What celestial balm I feel now poured into my wounded conscience? What penance is there I'll not undergo Though never so sharp and rugged, with more pleasure Then flesh and blood ere tasted, show me true sorrow, Armed with and iron whip, and I will meet The stripes she brings along with her, as if They were the gentle touches of a hand, That comes to cure me. Can good deeds redeem me? I will rise up a wonder to the world, When I have given strong proofs how I am altered, I that have sold such as professed the Faith, That I was born in, to captivity, Will make their number equal, that I shall Deliver from the oar; and win as many By the clearness of my actions, to look on Their misbelief, and loath it. I will be A convoy for all Merchants: and thought worthy To be reported to the world hereafter, The child of your devotion, nursed up And made strong by your charity, to break through All dangers Hell can bring forth to oppose me; Nor am I though my Fortune's were thought desperate, Now you have reconciled me to my self, So void of worldly means, but in despite Of the proud Viceroys, wrongs I can do something To witness of my change; when you please try me, And I will perfect what you shall enjoin me, Or fallen a joyful Martyr. I must be honest too And you shall wear that shape, you shall observe me, If that you purpose to continue mine, Think you ingratitude can be the parent To our unfeigned repentance? do I owe A peace within here, Kingdoms could not purchase, To my religious creditor, to leave him Open to danger, the great benefit Never remembered? no, though in her bottom. We could stow up the tribute of the Turk, Nay, grant the passage safe too: I will never Consent to weigh and Anchor up, till he, That only must, commands it. Find it and use it on thy flatterers: And not upon thy friends that dare speak truth, These Knights of Malta but a handful to Your armies that drink rivers up, have stood Your fury at the height, and with their crosses Struck pale your horned moons; These men of Malta Since I took pay from you, I have met and fought with. Upon advantage too. Yet to speak truth By the soul of honour, I have ever found them As provident to direct, and bold to do As any traynde up in your discipline: Rauishde from other nations. Good sir deny not, But that there is no punishment beyond Damnation. Is this the reward For all my service, and the rape I made On fair Paulina. Do, abuse me, Spit on me, spurn me, pull me by the nose, Thrust out these fiery eyes, that yesterday Would have lookde thee dead. I'll attend All your commands with patience; come my Mates, I hitherto have lived and ill example, And as your Captain led you on to mischief, But now will truly labour, that good men May say hereafter of me to my glory, Let but my power and means, hand with my will, His good endeavours, did weigh down his ill. Humh. My Father! Days, nor years, Provided, that my stay may do you service, But to me shall be minuits. I am nothing, But what you please to have me be. Sir, all things are in readiness, the Turks That seized upon my Ship stowed under hatches, My men resolved, and cheerful. Use but means To get out of the Ports, we will be ready To bring you aboard, and then (heaven be but pleased) This for the Viceroys fleet. We will be careful. Fear nothing, I am tame, and quiet, there's no wrong can force me To remember what I was. I have forgotten, ere had ireful fierceness, a steelde heart, Insensible of compassion to others, Nor is it fit that I should think my self Worth mine own pity, O.