Greene, Robert · published 1630 · first performed or written 1589 [1586-1590] (Annals) comedy · Queen Elizabeth's Men T20 Hercules: labours, suffering and virtue typicality 0.74 · 516 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T20: hercules, hercles, ioue, deianeira, alcides, hand, lo, death, skies, hell.
Rather these earthly geomantic spirits, Are dull and like the place where they remain: For when proud Lucifer fell from the heavens, The spirits and Angels that did sin with him, Retained their local essence as their faults, All subjects under Lunas Continent, The which offended less, hang in the fire, And second faults did rest within the air, But Lucifer and his proud-hearted fiends, Were thrown into the Centre of the earth, Having less understanding than the rest, As having greater sin, and lesser grace. Therefore such gross and earthly spirits do serve, For jugglers, Witches, and vild Sorcerers, Whereas the pyromantic Genij, Are mighty, swift, and of far reaching power. But grant that Geomancy hath most force, Bungay, to please these mighty Potentates, Prove by some instance what thy Art can do. I will. Now English Harry, here begins the game, We shall see sport between these learned men. What wilt thou do? Show thee the Tree leaved with refined gold, Whereon the fearful Dragon held his seat, That watched the Garden called Hesperides, Subdued and won by conquering Hercules. Well done. What say you Royal Lordlings to my friar? Hath he not done a point of cunning skill? Each Scholar in the Necromantic spells Can do as much as Bungay hath performed. But as Alcmena's bastard raised this Tree, So will I raise him up as when he lived, And cause him pull the Dragon from his seat, And tear the branches piecemeal from the root, Hercules, Prodi, Prodi, Hercules. Quis me vult? Ioues bastard son, thou Libyan Hercules, Pull off the sprigs from off the Hesperian Tree, As once thou didst to win the golden fruit. Hercules. Fiat. Now Bungay, if thou canst by Magic charm The Fiend, appearing like great Hercules, From pulling down the branches of the Tree, Then art thou worthy to be counted learned. I cannot. Cease Hercules, until I give thee charge. Mighty Commander of this English I'll, Henrie, come from the stout Plantagenets, Bungay is learned enough to be a friar: But to compare with Iaques Vandermast, Oxford and Cambridge must go seek their Cells, To find a man to match him in his Art. I have given nonplus to the Paduans, To them of Sien, Florence, and Bologna, Rheims, Louvain, and fair Rotterdam, Franckford, Utrecht, and Orleans: And now must Henrie, if he do me right, Crown me with Laurel, as they all have done. All hail to this Royal Company, That sit to hear and see this strange dispute: Bungay, how standst thou as a man amazed? What, hath the German acted more than thou? What art thou that question'st thus? Men call me Bacon. Lordly thou look'st, as if that thou wert learned? Thy countenance, as if science held her seat Between the circled arches of thy brows. Now monarchs, hath the German found his match? Bestir thee Iaques, take not now the foil, Lest thou dost lose, what foretime thou didst gain. Bacon, wilt thou dispute? No, unless he were more learned than Vandermast. For yet tell me, what hast thou done?
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Position
nodes 1016–1090 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 33 in this edition
Length
516 words · 722 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T20 — Hercules: labours, suffering and virtuecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.740 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T17 · seed 44: T19 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Rather theſe earthly Geomantike ſpirits, Are dull and like the place where they remaine: For when proud Lucifer fell from the heauens, The ſpirits and Angels that did ſin with him, Retain'd their locall eſſence as their faults, All ſubiects vnder Lunas Continent, The which offended leſſe, hang in the fire, And ſecond faults did reſt within the aire, But Lucifer and his proud-hearted fiends, Were throwne into the Center of the earth, Hauing leſſe vnderſtanding then the reſt, As hauing greater ſinne, and leſſer grace. Therefore ſuch groſſe and earthly ſpirits doe ſerue, For Iuglers, Witches, and vild Sorcerers, Whereas the Piromanticke Genij, Are mighty, ſwift, and of farre reaching power. But grant that Geomancie hath moſt force, Bungay, to pleaſe theſe mighty Potentates, Proue by ſome inſtance what thy Art can doe. I will. Now Engliſh Harry, here begins the game, We ſhall ſee ſport betweene theſe learned men. What wilt thou doe? Shew thee the Tree leau'd with refined gold, Whereon the fearefull Dragon held his ſeate, That watcht the Garden cald Heſperides, Subdued and wonne by conquering Hercules. Well done. What ſay you Royall Lordlings to my Fryer? Hath he not done a point of cunning skill? Ech Scholler in the Negromanticke ſpels Can doe as much as Bungay hath perform'd. But as Alemenas baſtard rais'd this Tree, So will I raiſe him vp as when he liued, And cauſe him pull the Dragon from his ſeate, And teare the branches piecemeale from the roote, Hercules, Prodi, Prodi, Hercules. Quis me vult? Ioues baſtard ſonne, thou Libian Heroules, Pull off the ſprigs from off the Heſperian Tree, As once thou didſt to win the golden fruit. Hercules. Fiat. Now Bungay, if thon canſt by Magicke charme The Fiend, appearing like great Hercules, From pulling downe the branches of the Tree, Then art thou worthy to be counted learned. I cannot. Ceaſe Hercules, vntill I giue thee charge. Mighty Commander of this Engliſh Ile, Henrie, come from the ſtout Plantagenets, Bungay is learned enough to be a Fryer: But to compare with Iaques Vandermaſt, Oxford and Cambridge muſt goe ſeeke their Celles, To find a man to match him in his Art. I haue giuen non-plus to the Paduans, To them of Sien, Florence, and Bologna, Rheims, Louain, and faire Roterdam, Franckford, Lutrech, and Orleance: And now muſt Henrie, if he doe me right, Crowne me with Lawrell, as they all haue done. All haile to this Royall Company, That ſit to heare and ſee this ſtrange diſpute: Bungay, how ſtandſt thou as a man amaz'd? What, hath the Germane acted more then thou? What art thou that queſtionſt thus? Men call me Bacon. Lordly thou look'ſt, as if that thou wert learn'd? Thy countenance, as if ſcience held her ſeate Betweene the circled arches of thy browes. Now Monarks, hath the Germane found his match? Beſtirre thee Iaques, take not now the foile, Leſt thou doeſt loſe, what foretime thou didſt gaine. Bacon, wilt thou diſpute? No, vnleſſe he were more learn'd then Vandermaſt. For yet tell me, what haſt thou done?