FRANCISCO

May I impute it to your ignorance In Marines actions, or the daring spirit, That bars my right in thy achieved prize. A little calmer sir, you are not now in Kenned, Crying herrings seven a penny, nay we have herd of you You can bawl well, you have served a prenticeship Unto the trade, affrighting of whole streets With your full Oyster voice. Poor fishers brat, that never didst aspire Above a mus e boat, that Wertenberg not born Unto a fortune above two cades of sprats, And those smoked in thy father's bedchamber That by a beggar in mere charity Being made drunk, steed of a mariner Wertenberg stole aboard, and being awake didst smell Worse then thy shell commodity at midsummer, That desperate through fear Wertenberg made a Captain, When to have be a shore again, thou wouldst have turned Swabber unto a Peterman. Thou barkest too much to bite. Give a charge there, say your prayers Knight, doom's day is nigh Flatter no more thy self, wilt thou deliver A moiety of thy prize up? Wilt thou yet yield me right? I do applaud thee, and that thou well mayest know All valor's not confined within thy breast I thus oppose thee, fortune shall have no share In what I conquer. Take it I dare thy let. Your love, I ask no more. You are too violent. Forbear I say, and let us turn our anger On the next passenger. Near doubt it sir, next prize we take forthwith We'll make to Tunis, mean time let revenge sleep Those tides most violent are, which winds back keep, The to ̄ gues of ravens are too mild to speak it, The very thought where of methinks should turn Your hair to quils of Porcupines, it's the denial Of your Redeemer Religion, Country, Of him that gave you being. If none of these move, let the example Of that contempt is thrown on runagates by these Turks themselves, at least move you To this slavery. Too fair a name to cloak so great a foe, This instant makes a trial of your virtue, Think on Ulysses constancy. Alas! how can he, being so near to hell? You have not mine, think it's heavens hand does stay you Against a men own soul, no oath can tie. You cast your eyes too much upon the flame Proves your destruction. As I from hence, so thou art thrust from joy, eternal joys. Will you yet hear me? yet heaven hath mercy. If none of these move, let the example Of that contempt is thrown on runagates by these Turks themselves, at least move you To this slavery. Alas! how can he, being so near to hell? You have not mine, think it's heavens hand does stay you Against a men own soul, no oath can tie. You cast your eyes too much upon the flame Proves your destruction. As I from hence, so thou art thrust from joy, eternal joys. Will you yet hear me? yet heaven hath mercy. This shows the greatest plague heaven keeps in store Falls, when a man is linked unto a whore. The worst your ears can hear, our ships You dazzle your own eyes, that villain Dansiker Hath grappled them and fled. What mean you sir? could you expect a good, A happiness from hell? she is a whore. You parcel haud, all usher, answer directly who it's bears a way the prize in your Mistress's raze, or Il'e spoil your footing, cut you off by the hammes. Il'e make you have needs of a Surgeon ere I have done with you. How do you know he is a Barber? This dog deludes us, Il'e tear thy throat out vil lain, unless e thou instantly name him she loves. Contain your self a while, this slave can speak One of her dialogues. Good. Jew, slave, dog. First repossess your self of your strong hold, I fear some treachery: the Governor With all the Janissaires of the town I met in their way thither. Were you entitled to no other gilded, How willing for you should my blood be spilled? Here sir, accept this poor relief Bootless alas distress recounts those errors To think what might have been cures, not the terror Of present suffering. You are too low dejected. Men that with sufferance their wrongs do bear Are held but weak, and States more oft for fear Then love unto the right, redress men's ils. Who stoutly down his enemies, malice kills, Who basely wounds himself. Stay see the strumpets love, Fidelio, Whither tends this? what passage, come you for him? Speak it. Wouldst have her kill her to. My soul to gage. Art thou the chief and guider of this Bark? Heaven stop mine ears from hearing thy dishonour. Upon my knees I do conjure you sir, Fell not your soul for such a vanity, As that which you term Beauty, eye-pleasing Idol, Should you with the renouncing of your God Taking the abhorred name of Turk upon you, Purchase a little shameful being here, your case Might be compared to his, who adjudged to death By his heads lose, should rave (stead of one stroke) To die a lingering torment on the rack. Even such would be your life, whose gilded each hour Would strike your conscious soul with terrors. Your passio ̄ does transport you, here comes her pander, One that knows all her secrets: examine him, If she stand clear, let my life answer it. Where shall I find this most unfortunate wretch? There is a partly in him called man, which we should pity How ere his merit stands, nor will I leave him, Though he hath left himself. See where he lies Best suiting with his Fortune's, could we our fate for know Men were as Gods, nor needs we have lain so low. How fare you brother? why with so sad and eye Do you behold me, that in your Misery's Bear equal partly? I saw him leave her now. How dost thou kow she loves him? Too fair a name to cloak so great a foe, This instant makes a trial of your virtue, Think on Ulysses constancy.