Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Fuimus Troes (The True Trojans) · chunk 14 of 34

Fisher, Jasper · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1611-1633] (Annals)
history · at University
T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.67 · 487 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.

Iulius, stay here: Thy friend Camillus speaks. O thou Preserver of our present Race, Our City's Second founder! What dire fate Troubles Thy Rest, that thou shouldst trouble Mine? Only to bid thee fight. Thou shalt not need. And bid thee take a full Revenge on this, This Nation, which did sack and burn down Rome, Quenching the coals with blood, and kicked Our ashes, Trampling upon the ruins of our state. Then led the Gaules in triumph thorough Greece, To fix their Tents beside Euxinus' gulf. Is this that Northern rout, the Scourge of kingdoms? Whose names till now unknown, We judged Gaules; Their Tongue and Manners not unlike. Gaules were indeed the Bulk, but Brennus lead Then Brother to the Britain King, those armies, Backed with great troops of warlike islanders. To thee belongs, To render Bad for Ill: O be my Spirit doubled in thy breast, With all the Courage of three Scipioes, Marius, and Sulla: That this nation fierce In feats of war, be forced to bear our Yoke. So mayst thou sweetly rest, as I shall strive To trace your steps: Nor let me live, If I Thence disappointed ever seem to fly, Ancient Bards have sung, With lips dropping honey, And a sugared tongue, Of our worthy Knights. How Brute did Giants tame, And by Isis' current, A second Troy did frame; A Centre of Delights. Locrinus eldest son Did drown the furious Hunne, But burned himself with Elstrid's love, Leist, Rex Pacificus. Elud, judicious, How heavenly Bodies roll above. Wise Bladud founded hath, Both Soul and Body's Bath: Like Icarus he flew. How first Mulmutius wears A golden crown: whose heirs More than half the World subdue. Thou nurse of Champions, O thou Spring Whence Chivalry did flow: Thou Diamond of the world's great Ring, Thy glorious virtue show: Thou many a Lord hast bred, In Catalogue of Fame read: And still we have As Captains Brave, As ever Britain's led. Then dub-a-dub, dub. The Armies join, Tantara. Cassibelane with armour gay, And strongly couched lance: His courser white turned into bay, On carcasses shall prance. What a crimson stream, the Blade Of Nennius' sword hath made. Black Allia's day, And Cannae's Fray, Have for a Third long stayed. Then dub-a-dub, dub. The Armies join, Tantara. Our Landing cost us dearly, many lives Between the ships and shore being sacrificed. Our men with heavy armour clogged, and ignorant Of all the flats, and shallows, were compelled To wade and fight, like Tritons half above, Half under water. Now we surer tread, Though much diminished by so many lost. Come on. Come on. So, let them land. No matter which they choose Fishes or Crows to be Executers: They'll find the Land as dangerous as the Sea. The Nature of our Soil won't bear a Roman, As Irish earth doth poison poisonous beasts. On then: charge close, before they gather head.
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PlayFuimus Troes (The True Trojans)
AuthorFisher, Jasper
Publication year (edition)1633
First performance / composition (Annals)1625 [c.1611-1633]
First performance (BritDrama)1619 [1607-1624]
Theaterat University;
Genre (British Drama)history
Play typeUniversity/Inns of Court;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1005 · TCP A00760 · DEEP 819
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 882–961 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 14 of 34 in this edition
Length487 words · 697 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil war cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.670 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T1 · seed 44: T2 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Iulius, stay heere: Thy friend Camillus speaks. O thou Preseruer of our present Race, Our Cities Second founder! What dire fate Troubles Thy Rest, that thou shouldst trouble Mine? Only to bid thee fight. Thou shalt not need. And bid thee take a full Reuenge on this, This Nation, which did sacke and burne downe Rome, Quenching the coales with blood, and kickt Our ashes, Trampling vpon the ruines of our state. Then led the Gaules in triumph thorow Greece, To fixe their Tents beside Euxinus gulph. Is this that Northerne route, the Scourge of kingdomes? Whose names till now vnknowne, We iudged Gaules; Their Tongue and Manners not vnlike. Gaules were indeed the Bulke, but Brennus lead Then Brother to the Britaine King, those armyes, Backt with great troopes of warlike Ilanders. To thee belongs, To render Bad for Ill: O bee my Spirit doubled in thy breast, With all the Courage of three Scipioes, Marius, and Sylla: That this nation fierce In feats of warre, be forc'd to beare our Yoake. So mayst thou sweetly rest, as I shall striue To trace your steps: Nor let mee liue, If I Thence disappointed euer seeme to flye, Antient Bards haue sung, With lips dropping hony, And a sugred tongue, Of our worthy Knights. How Brute did Gyants tame, And by Isis current, A second Troy did frame; A Center of Delights. Locrinus eldest sonne Did drowne the furious Hunne, But burnt himselfe with Elstrids loue, Leist, Rex Pacificus. Elud, Iudicious, How heauenly Bodies rowle aboue. Wise Bladud founded hath, Both Soule and Bodies Bath: Like Icarus he flew. How first Mulmutius weares A golden crowne: whose heyres More than halfe the World subdue. Thou nurse of Champions, O thou Spring Whence Chiualry did flow: Thou Diamond of the worlds great Ring, Thy glorious vertue show: Thou many a Lord hast bred, In Catalogue of Fame read: And still we haue As Captaines Braue, As euer Britaines led. Then dub a dub, dub. The Armies ioyne, Tantara. Cassibelane with armour gay, And strongly couched launce: His courser white turn'd into bay, On carkesses shall praunce. What a crimzon streame, the Blade Of Nennius sword hath made. Blacke Alliaes day, And Cannaes Fray, Haue for a Third long stayd. Then dub a dub, dub. The Armies ioyne, Tantara. Our Landing cost vs deerely, many liues Betweene the ships and shoare being sacrific'd. Our men with heauy armour clogg'd, and ignorant Of all the flats, and shallowes, were compell'd To wade and fight, like Tritons halfe aboue, Halfe vnder water. Now we surer tread, Though much diminisht by so many lost. Come on. Come on. So, let them land. No matter which they chuse Fishes or Crowes to be Executers: They'le find the Land as dangerous as the Sea. The Nature of our Soyle won't beare a Romane, As Irish earth doth poyson poysonous beasts. On then: charge close, before they gather head.