Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Soliman and Perseda (Zulziman) · chunk 15 of 35

Anonymous · published 1592 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1589-1592] (Annals)
tragedy · Unknown
unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 497 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.

Nay I use not to go without a pair of false Dice. Here are tall men and little men. Hie men and low men, thou wouldst say. Come sirs let's go, Drummer pray for me, And i'll reward thee: and sirrah Pistrn, Mar not our sport with your foolery. I warrant you sir, they get not one wise word of me, I marry, this shows that Charlemagne is come, What shall we play here? content, Since signor Ferdinand will have it so. I were it Cleopatra's union: signor Fernando, I am sure 'tis you, And Gentlemen, unmask ere you depart, That I may know to whom my thanks is due, For this so courteous and unlooked for sport: No wilt not be, then sup with me tomorrow, Well then i'll look for you, till then farewell. Gentlemen, each thing hath sorted to our wish, She took me for Fernando, marked you that: Your gold shall be repaired with double thanks, And fellow Drummer, I'll reward you well. But is there no reward for my false dice? Yes sir, a guarded suit from top to toe. dazzle mine eyes, or is't Lucina's chain, False treacher, lay down the chain that thou hast stole, He lewdly lies that calls me treacherous. That lie my weapon shall put down thy throat: Fly Erastus, ere the Governor have any news, Whose near ally he was, and chief delight, Nay Gentlemen, fly you and save yourselves, lest you partake the hardness of my fortune. Ah fickle and blind guidress of the world, What pleasure hast thou in my misery? Wast not enough when I had lost the Chain, Thou didst bereave me of my dearest love, But now when I should repossess the same, To cross me with this hapless accident: Ah if but time and place would give me leave, Great ease it were for me to purge myself, And to accuse fell Fortune, Love and Death. For all these three conspire my tragedy, But danger waits upon my words and steps, I dare not stay, for if the Governor Surprise me here, I die by martial law, Therefore I go. But whether shall I go? If into any stay adjoining Rhodes, They will betray me to Philippo's hands, For love, or gain, or flattery. To Turkey must I go, the passage short, The people warlike, and the king renowned, For all heroical and kingly virtues, Ah hard attempt, to tempt a foe for aid, Necessity yet says it must be so, Or suffer death for Ferdinando's death, Whom honours title forced me to misdo, By checking his outrageous insolence. Piston, here take this chain, and give it to Perseda, And let her know what hath befallen me, When thou hast delivered it, take ship and follow me, I will be in Constantinople. Farewell my country dearer than my life; Farewell sweet friends, dearer than country soil, Farewell Perseda, dearest of them all, Dearer to me, than all the world beside.
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PlaySoliman and Perseda (Zulziman)
AuthorAnonymous
Publication year (edition)1592
First performance / composition (Annals)1592 [c.1589-1592]
First performance (BritDrama)1588 [1588-1589]
Company (BritDrama)Unknown
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 188 · TCP A12578 · DEEP 147
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 897–960 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 15 of 35 in this edition
Length497 words · 675 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T57 — Ships, merchants and pirates at 0.770
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Nay I vse not to go without a paire of false Dice. Heere are tall men and little men. Hie men and low men, thou wouldst say. Come sirs lets go, Drumsler pray for me, And ile reward thee: and sirra Pistrn, Mar not our sport with your foolery. I warrant you sir, they get not one wise word of me, I marrie, this showes that Charleman is come, What shall we play heere? content, Since Signior Ferdinand will haue it so. I were it Cleopatraes vnion: Signior Fernando, I am sure tis you, And Gentlemen, vnmaske ere you depart, That I may know to whom my thankes is due, For this so courteous and vnlookt for sport: No wilt not be, then sup with me tomorrow, Well then ile looke for you, till then farewell. Gentlemen, each thing hath sorted to our wish, She tooke me for Fernando, markt you that: Your gould shall be repairde with double thankes, And fellow Drumsler, ile reward you well. But is there no reward for my false dice? Yes sir, a garded sute from top to toe. Dasell mine eyes, or ist Lucinas chaine, False treacher, lay downe the chaine that thou hast stole, He lewdly lyes that cals me treacherous. That lye my weapon shall put downe thy throate: Flie Erastus, ere the Gouernour haue any newes, Whose neere alye he was, and cheefe delight, Nay Gentlemen, flie you and saue yourselues, Least you pertake the hardnes of my fortune. Ah fickle and blind guidresse of the world, What pleasure hast thou in my miserie? Wast not enough when I had lost the Chaine, Thou didst bereaue me of my dearest loue, But now when I should reposesse the same, To crosse me with this haplesse accedent: Ah if but time and place would giue me leaue, Great ease it were for me to purge my selfe, And to acuse fell Fortune, Loue and Death. For all these three conspire my tragedie, But danger waites vppon my words and steps, I dare not stay, for if the Gouernour Surprise me heere, I die by marshall law, Therefore I go. But whether shall I go? Ifinto any stay a dioyning Rhodes, They will betray me to Phyllippos hands, Forloue, or gaine, or flatterie. To Turkie must I go, the passage short, The people warlike, and the king renownd, For all heroyicall and kingly vertues, Ah hard attempt, to tempt a foe for ayde, Necessitie yet sayes it must be so, Or suffer death for Ferdinandos death, Whom honors title forst me to misdoe, By checking his outragious insolence. Piston, heere take this chaine, and giue it to Perseda, And let her know what hath befallen me, When thou hast deliuered it, take ship and follow me, I will be in Constantinople. Farewell my countrie dearer then my life; Farewell sweete friends, dearer then countrey soyle, Farewell Perseda, dearest of them all, Dearer to me, then all the world besides.