Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Turk (Muleasses the Turk) · chunk 20 of 35

Mason, John · published 1610 · first performed or written 1607 [1607-1608] (Annals)
tragedy · Children of the King's Revels
unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 492 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.

My uncle Borgias. Enough. O that the genius that attends on man, Should be a doubtful Oracle to the soul And whispering to our intellect what fate Hangs like a falling tower upon his state, Yet be no more of force to length our joy, Then were Cassandra's prophecies to Troy. Disloyal treacherous villain Borgias, Some Hydra's poison, or the blood of Nessus Cleave to thy flesh: Oh my blood swells beyond my power: my voice Louder than his that thunders through the clouds, Shall speak this monstrous murder to the world, I'll be thy Orator wrongd spirit and plead Blood and revenge for thee though thou best dead. Stay. What wouldst thou more? Hear and be advised: Tomorrow when the Senate sits be there, And in the ears of the whole state proclaim, And justify my words 'gainst Borgias: In this alone I will great Venice prove, Do it as ever thou didst Iulia love. I will. Whilst I borne upon air attend my bliss. Peace to thy soul: Adieu. Remember Iulia. Yet prosper and go on, for Julia's ghost My false shape takes: th'abused Duke's afire, Through Borgias blood I'll run to my desire. Whom have we here? Priapus thou woman's God assist me with a jovial ability: this night I may beget a Hercules: Fortune I must confess thou hast turned up thy muffler, and cast a gracious aspect on Bordello: for I am not only in the state of clean linen; but also thou hast made me gracious in the eye of signor Diaspermaton my Apothecary, who hath furnished me with this receipt: here is a compound of Cantharides Diositerion, marrow of an Ox, hairs of a Lion, stones of a Goat, Cock-sparrows brains, and such like this after an hours receipt, hath a fourfold operation: and lest I should be like a Peacock all tail and no heart, here is a distillation of ten pound a pint, that comforts the inward, fires the brains, cheers up the spirit, and makes a man lay about him like a dutchman. Let me see, it is more than time that I commit this divine pill to his hopeful working: lest my staff be out of the rest when my adversary is in the career. So Cupid's fair mother be thy mid wife: out and alas I am mare rid, what sumner's Ghost or limb of Lucifer, puts poor Bordello in mind of penance before he hath trespassed? I am espied: his fear doth apprehend me for a ghost, And I must feed it. See, it makes toward me: infortunate Bordello that the devil should be an enemy to lechery. Come let us set to our business, Phego, Lend us your wind to cool this posset. It is not the first time I have been constrained to puff and blow in your ladyships service. It hath oft come in my mind to know the derivation and denomination of this word posset?
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Turk (Muleasses the Turk)
AuthorMason, John
Publication year (edition)1610
First performance / composition (Annals)1607 [1607-1608]
First performance (BritDrama)1607 [1607-1608]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the King's Revels
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 673 · TCP A07217 · DEEP 553
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1080–1119 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 20 of 35 in this edition
Length492 words · 645 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T56 — Magic, spells and conjuring at 0.752
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)
My vncle Borgias. Enough. O that the genious that attends on man, Should be a doubtfull Oracle to the soule And whispering to our intellect what fate Hangs like a falling tower vpon his state, Yet be no more of force to length our ioy Then were Cassandras prophecies to Troy. Disloyall trecherous villaine Borgias, Some Hydras poyson, or the blood of Nessus Cleaue to thy flesh: Oh my blood swells beyond my power: my voyce Louder then his that thunders through the cloudes, Shall speake this monstrous murder to the world, Ile be thy Orator wrongd spirit and plead Blood and reuenge for thee though thou best dead. Stay. What wouldst thou more? Heare and be aduisde: To morrow when the Senate sits be there, And in the eares of the whole state proclaime, And iustifie my words gainst Borgias: In this alone I will great Venice proue, Do it as euer thou didst Iulia loue. I will. Whilst I borne vpon aire attend my blisse. Peace to thy soule Adieu. Remember Iulia. Yt prosper and go on, for Iulias ghost My false shape takes: th'abused Duke's afire, Through Borgias blood I'le runne to my desire. Whome haue we heere? Priapus thou womans God assist me with a Iouiall ability: this night I may beget a Hercules: Fortune I must confesse thou hast turnd vp thy muffler, and cast a gratious aspect on Bordello: for I am not onely in the state of cleane linnen; but also thou hast made me gratious in the eye of Signior Diaspermaton my Apothecary, who hath furnished me with this receipt: heere is a compound of Cantharids Diositerion, marrow of an Oxe, haires of a Lyon, stones of a Goate, Cock-sparrowes braines, and such like this after an houres receipt, hath a fourefold operation: and least I should be like a Peacocke all taile and no heart, heere is a distillation of ten pound a pinte, that comforts the inward, fires the braines, cheeres vp the spirit, and makes a man lay about him like a dutchman. Let me see, it is more then time that I commit this deuine pill to his hopefull working: least my staffe be out of the rest when my aduersary is in the carriere. So Cupids faire mother be thy mid wife: out and alas I am mare rid, what Somners Ghost or limme of Lucifer, puts poore Bordello in minde of pennance before he hath trespassed? I am espied: his feare doth apprehend me for a ghost, And I must feed it. Se, it makes toward me: infortunate Bordello that the deuill should be an enemy to lechery. Come let vs set to our businesse, Phego, Lend vs your wind to coole this posset. It is not the first time I haue bene constrained to puffe and blow in your Ladiships seruice. It hath oft come in my minde to knowe the deriuation and denomination of this word posset?