Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Old Fortunatus · chunk 5 of 48

Dekker, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Nov 9-30, payment] (Annals)
romance · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · before the Court
T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions typicality 0.76 · 500 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.

This travel now expires: yet from this circle, Where I and these with fairy troops abide, Thou canst not stir, unless I be thy guide. I the world's Empress am Fortune my name, This hand hath written in thick leaves of steel, An everlasting book of changeless Fate. Showing who's happy, who unfortunate. I fevery name (dread Queen) be there writ down. I am sure mine stands in Characters of black, Though happiness herself lie in my name, I am sorrows heir, and eldest son to shame. No, we are sons to shame, and sorrows heirs. Thou shalt be one of Fortune's minions: Behold these four chained like Tartarian slaves, These I created Emperors and Kings, And these are now my basest underlings: This sometimes was a German Emperor, Henry the fift, who being first deposed, Was after thrust into a dungeon, And thus in silver chains shall rot to death. This Frederick Barbarossa Emperor Of Almain once: but by Pope Alexander Now spurned and trod on when he takes his horse, And in these fetters shall he die his slave. This wretch once wore the diadem of France, (Lewes the meek) but through his children's pride, Thus have I caused him to be famished, Here stands the very soul of misery Poor Bajazet old Turkish Emperor, And once the greatest Monarch in the East; Fortune herself is said to view thy fall, And grieves to see thee glad to lick up crumbs At the proud feet of that great Scythian swain, Fortune's best minion, warlike Tamberlaine: Yet must thou in a cage of Iron be drawn In triumph at his heels, and there in grief Dash out thy brains. Oh miserable me. No tears can melt the heart of destiny: These have I reined and exalted those: These hands have conquered Spain, these brows fill up The golden circle of rich Portugal. Viriat a Monarch now, but borne a shepherd. This Primislaus (a Bohemian king) Last day a Carter: this Monk Gregorie Now lifted to the Papal dignity, Wretches, why gnaw you not your fingers off, And tear your tongues out, seeing yourselves trod down, And this Dutch-botcher wearing Munster's crown? Iohn Leyden borne in Holland poor and base, Now rich in Empery and Fortune's grace. As these I haue aduaunc'd, so will I this▪ Six gifts I spend upon mortality, Wisdom, strength, health, beauty, long life, and riches, Out of my bounty: one of these is thine, Choose then which likes thee best. Oh most divine: Give me but leave to borrow wonders eye, To look (amazed) at thy bright majesty, Wisdom, strength, health, beauty, long life and riches, Before thy soul (at this deep Lottery) Draw forth her prize, ordained by destiny, Know that here's no recanting a first choice. Choose then discreetly (for the laws of Fate, Being graven in steel, must stand inviolate) Daughters of Ioue and the unblemished night, Most righteous Parce, guide my Genius right, Wisdom, strength, health, beauty, long life, and riches.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayOld Fortunatus
AuthorDekker, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1600
First performance / composition (Annals)1599 [Nov 9-30, payment]
First performance (BritDrama)1599 [Dec]
Company (BritDrama)Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men
Theaterbefore the Court;
Genre (British Drama)romance
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 364 · TCP A20076 · DEEP 283
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 190–257 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 5 of 48 in this edition
Length500 words · 691 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T19 — Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions reviewed — decision pending · typicality 0.764 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T13 · seed 44: T16 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
This trauell now expires: yet from this circle, Where I and these with fairie troopes abide, Thou canst not stir, vnlesse I be thy guide. I the worlds Empresse am Fortune my name, This hand hath written in thicke leaues of stéele, An euerlasting booke of changelesse Fate. Showing whoo's happie, who vnfortunate. I feuerie name (dread Quéene) be there writ down. I am sure mine stands in Caracters of blacke, Though happines her selfe lie in my name, I am sorrowes heire, and eldest sonne to shame. No, we are sons to shame, and sorrowes heires. Thou shalt be one of Fortunes minions: Behold these foure chain'd like Tartarian slaues, These I created Emperours and Kings, And these are now my basest vnderlings: This sometimes was a Germane Emperour, Henry the fift, who being first depos'd, Was after thrust into a dungeon, And thus in siluer chaines shall rot to death. This Frederick Barbarossa Emperour Of Almaine once: but by Pope Alexander Now spurn'd and trod on when he takes his horse, And in these fetters shall he die his slaue. This wretch once wore the diademe of Fraunce, (Lewes the méeke) but through his childrens pride, Thus haue I caused him to be famished, Here stands the verie soule of miserie Poore Basazet old Turkish Emperour, And once the greatest Monarch in the East; Fortune her selfe is said to veiw thy fall, And grieues to sée thée glad to licke vp crommes At the proud féete of that great Scithian swaine, Fortunes best minion, warlike Tamberlaine: Yet must thou in a cage of Iron be drawne In triumph at his héeles, and there in griefe Dash out thy braines. Oh miserable me. No teares can melt the heart of destinie: These haue I rain'd and exalted those: These hands haue conquerd Spaine, these browes fill vp The golden circle of rich Portugall. Uiriat a Monarch now, but borne a shepherd. This Primislaus (a Bohemian king) Last day a Carter: this Monke Gregorie Now lifted to the Papall dignitie, Wretches, why gnaw you not your fingers off, And teare your tongues out, séeing your selues trod downe, And this Duch-Botcher wearing Munsters crowne? Iohn Leyden borne in Holland poore and base, Now rich in Emperie and Fortunes grace. As these I haue aduaunc'd, so will I this▪ Six gifts I spend vpon mortalitie, Wisedome, strength, health, beautie, long life, and riches, Out of my bountie: one of these is thine, Choose then which likes thée best. Oh most diuine: Giue me but leaue to borrow wonders eye, To looke (amaz'd) at thy bright maiestie, Wisedome, strength, health, beautie, long life and riches, Before thy soule (at this déepe Lotterie) Draw foorth her prize, ordain'd by destinie, Know that heres no recanting a first choice. Choose then discréetly (for the lawes of Fate, Being grauen in stéele, must stand inuiolate) Daughters of Ioue and the vnblemisht night, Most righteous Parce, guide my Genius right, Wisedome, strength, health, beautie, long life, and riches.