Anonymous · published 1608 · first performed or written 1602 [1599-1604] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · Globe T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.87 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Why comest thou in this stern and horrid shape? Not in familiar sort as thou wast wont. Because the date of thy command is out, And I am master of thy skill and thee. Coreb, thou angry and impatient spirit, I have earnest business for a private friend, Reserve me spirit until some further time. I will not for the mines of all the earth. Then let me rise, and ere I leave the world, Dispatch some business that I have to do, And in mean time repose thee in that chair. Fabell, I will. O that this soul that cost so great a price, As the dear precious blood of her redeemer, inspired with knowledge, should by that alone Which makes a man so mean unto the powers, Even lead him down into the depth of hell, When men in their own pride strive to know more than man should know! For this alone God cast the Angels down, The infinity of Arts is like a sea, Into which when man will take in hand to sail Further than reason, which should be his pilot, Hath skill to guide him, losing once his compass, He falleth to such deep and dangerous whirlpools, As he doth lose the very sight of heaven: The more he strives to come to quiet harbour, The further still he finds himself from land, Man striving still to find the depth of evil, Seeking to be a God, becomes a Devil. Come Fabell hast thou done? Yes, yes, come hither. Fabell, I cannot. Cannot, what ails your hollowness? Good Fabell help me. Alas where lies your grief? some Aquavitae, The devil's very sick, I fear he'll die, For he looks very ill. darest thou deride the minister of darkness? In Lucifer's dread name Coreb conjures thee To set him free. I will not for the mines of all the earth, Unless thou give me liberty to see, seven fiends more before thou seize on me. Fabell, I give it thee. Swear damned fiend. Unbind me, and by hell I will not touch thee, Till seven years from this hour be full expired. Enough, come out. A vengeance take thy art, Live and convert all piety to evil, Never did man thus overreach the Devil; No time on earth like phaetontic flames, Can have perpetual being. I'll return To my infernal mansion, but be sure Thy seven years done, no trick shall make me tarry, But Coreb, thou to hell shalt Fabell carry. Then thus betwixt us two this variance ends, Thou to thy fellow Fiends, I to my friends. WElcome good knight to the George at Waltham, My freehold, my tenements, goods, & chattels, Madam here's a room is the very Homer and Iliads of a lodging, it hath none of the four elements in it, I built it out of the Centre, and I drink near the less sack. Welcome my little waste of maidenheads, what? I serve the good Duke of Norfolk. God a mercy my good host Blague, Thou hast a good seat here.
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512 words · 663 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.865 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T23 · seed 44: T23 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Why comst thou in this sterne and horred shape? Not in familiar sort as thou wast wont. Because the date of thy command is out, And I am master of thy skill and thee. Coreb, thou angry and impatient spirit, I haue earnest busines for a priuate friend, Reserue me spirit vntill some further time. I will not for the mines of all the earth. Then let me rise, and ere I leaue the world, Dispatch some busines that I haue to doe, And in meane time repose thee in that chayre. Fabell, I will. O that this soule that cost so great a price, As the deere pretious blood of her redeemer, Inspirde with knowledge, should by that alone Which makes a man so meane vnto the powers, Euen lead him downe into the depth of hell, When men in their owne pride striue to know more then man should know! For this alone God cast the Angellēs downe, The infinity of Arts is like a sea, Into which when man will take in hand to saile Further then reason, which should be his pilot, Hath skill to guide him, losing once his compasse, He falleth to such deepe and dangerous whirlepooles, As he doth lose the very sight of heauen: The more he striues to come to quiet harbor, The further still he finds himselfe from land, Man striuing still to finde the depth of euill, Seeking to be a God, becomes a Deuill. Come Pabell hast thou done? Yes, yes, come hither. Fabell, I cannot. Cannot, what ailes your hollownes? Good Fabell helpe me. Alas where lies your griefe? some Aqua-vitae, The Deuil's very sicke, I feare hee'le die, For he lookes very ill. Darst thou deride the minister of darkenes? In Lucifers dread name Coreb comures thee To set him free. I will not for the mines of all the earth, Vnles thou giue me libertie to see, Seauen fiends more before thou sease on mee. Fabell, I giue it thee. Sweare damned fiend. Vnbind me, and by hell I will not touch thee, Till seauen yeares from this houre be full expirde. Enough, come out. A vengeance take thy art, Liue and conuert all piety to euill, Neuer did man thus ouer-reach the Deuill; No time on earth like Phaetentique flames, Can haue perpetuall being. Ile returne To my infernall mansion, but be sure Thy seauen yeeres done, noe tricke shall make me tarry, But Coreb, thou to hell shalt Fabell carry. Then thus betwixt vs two this variance ends, Thou to thy fellow Fiends, I to my friends. WElcome good knight to the George at Walthā, My free-hold, my tenements, goods, & chattels, Madam heer's a roome is the very Homer and Iliads of a lodging, it hath none of the foure elements in it, I built it out of the Center, and I drinke neere the lesse sacke. Welcome my little wast of maiden-heads, what? I serue the good Duke of Norfolke. God a mercie my good host Blague, Thou hast a good seate here.