Greene, Robert · published 1630 · first performed or written 1589 [1586-1590] (Annals) comedy · Queen Elizabeth's Men T20 Hercules: labours, suffering and virtue typicality 0.77 · 514 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.
Raised Hercules to ruinate that tree, That Bungay mounted by his Magic spells. Set Hercules to work. Now Hercules, I charge thee to thy task, Pull off the golden branches from the root. I dare not. Seest thou not great Bacon here, Whose frown doth act more than thy Magic can? By all the Thrones, and Dominations, Virtues, Powers, and mighty Hierarchies, I charge thee to obey to Vandermast. Bacon, that bridles headstrong Belcephon, And rules Asmenoth guider of the North: Binds me from yielding unto Vandermast. How now, Vandermast, have you met with your match? Never before was't known to Vandermast, That men held Devils in such obedient awe. Bacon doth more than Art, or else I fail. Why, Vandermast, art thou overcome? Bacon dispute with him, and try his skill; I come not, monarchs, for to hold dispute With such a Novice as is Vandermast; I came to have your Royalties to dine With friar Bacon here in Brazen-nose; And, for this German troubles but the place, And holds the Audience with a long suspense, I'll send him to his Academy hence. Thou Hercules, whom Vandermast did raise, Transport the German unto Hapsburg straight, That he may learn by travel 'gainst the Springs, More secret dooms and Aphorisms of Art, Vanish the Tree, and thou away with him. Why, Bacon, whither dost thou send him? To Hapsburg, there your Highness at return, Shall find the German in his Study safe. Bacon, thou hast honoured England with thy skill, And made fair Oxford famous by thine Art, I will be English Henry to thyself. But tell me, shall we dine with thee today? With me, my Lord; and while I fit my cheer, See where Prince Edward comes to welcome you: Gracious as the morningstar of heaven. Is this Prince Edward, Henry's Royal son? How martial is the figure of his face! Yet lovely and beset with Amorets. Ned, where hast thou been? At Framingham, my Lord, to try your Bucks, If they could scape the teasers or the toil: But hearing of these Lordly Potentates Landed, and progressed up to Oxford town, I posted to give entertain to them, Chief to the Almain Monarch, next to him, And joint with him, Castile, and Saxonie, Are welcome as they may be to the English Court. Thus for the men. But see, Venus appears, Or one that overmatcheth Venus in her shape, Sweet Eleanor, beauties highswelling pride, Rich nature's glory, and her wealth at once: Fair of all fairs, welcome to Albion, Welcome to me, and welcome to thine own, If that thou deign'st the welcome from myself. Martial Plantagenet, Henry's high-minded son, The mark that Eleanor did count her aim, I liked thee 'fore I saw thee; now I love, And so as in so short time I may: Yet so, as time shall never break that so, And therefore so accept of Eleanor. Fear not, my Lord, this couple will agree, If love may creep into their wanton eyes: And therefore, Edward, I accept thee here, Without suspense, as my adopted son.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1091–1160 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 20 of 33 in this edition
Length
514 words · 721 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T20 — Hercules: labours, suffering and virtuecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.772 (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)
Rais'd Hercules to ruinate that tree, That Bungay mounted by his Magicke ſpels. Set Hercules to worke. Now Hercules, I charge thee to thy taske, Pull off the golden branches from the roote. I dare not. Seeſt thou not great Bacon here, Whoſe frowne doth act more then thy Magicke can? By all the Thrones, and Dominations, Vertues, Powers, and mightie Hierarchies, I charge thee to obey to Vandermaſt. Bacon, that bridles headſtrong Belzephon, And rules Aſmenoth guider of the North: Binds me from yeelding vnto Vandermaſt. How now, Ʋandermaſt, haue you met with your match? Neuer before was't knowne to Ʋandermaſt, That men held Deuils in ſuch obedient awe. Bacon doth more then Art, or elſe I faile. Why, Vandermaſt, art thou ouercome? Bacon diſpute with him, and try his skill; I come not, Monarks, for to hold diſpute With ſuch a Nouice as is Vandermaſt; I came to haue your Royalties to dine With Fryer Bacon here in Brazen-noſe; And, for this Germane troubles but the place, And holds the Audience with a long ſuſpence, Ile ſend him to his Academie hence. Thou Hercules, whom Vandermaſt did raiſe, Tranſport the Germane vnto Haſpurge ſtraight, That he may learne by trauell 'gainſt the Springs, More ſecret doomes and Aphoriſmes of Art, Vaniſh the Tree, and thou away with him. Why, Bacon, whither doeſt thou ſend him? To Haſpurge, there your Highneſſe at returne, Shall finde the Germane in his Study ſafe. Bacon, thou haſt honoured England with thy skill, And made faire Oxford famous by thine Art, I will be Engliſh Henry to thy ſelfe. But tell me, ſhall we dine with thee to day? With me, my Lord; and while I fit my cheere, See where Prince Edward comes to welcome you: Gracious as the morning-ſtarre of heauen. Is this Prince Edward, Henries Royall ſonne? How martiall is the figure of his face! Yet louely and beſet with Amorets. Ned, where haſt thou beene? At Framingham, my Lord, to trye your Buckes, If they could ſcape the teiſers or the toile: But hearing of theſe Lordly Potentates Landed, and progreſt vp to Oxford towne, I poſted to giue entertaine to them, Cheefe to the Almaine Monarke, next to him, And ioynt with him, Caſtile, and Saxonie, Are welcome as they may be to the Engliſh Court. Thus for the men. But ſee, Ʋenus appeares, Or one that ouermatcheth Ʋenus in her ſhape, Sweet Ellinor, beauties high-ſwelling pride, Rich natures glorie, and her wealth at once: Faire of all faires, welcome to Albion, Welcome to me, and welcome to thine owne, If that thou dain'ſt the welcome from my ſelfe. Martiall Plantagenet, Henries high-minded ſonne, The marke that Ellinor did count her aime, I lik't thee 'fore I ſaw thee; now I loue, And ſo as in ſo ſhort time I may: Yet ſo, as time ſhall neuer breake that ſo, And therefore ſo accept of Ellinor. Feare not, my Lord, this couple will agree, If loue may creepe into their wanton eyes: And therefore, Edward, I accept thee here, Without ſuſpence, as my adopted ſonne.