Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Turk (Muleasses the Turk) · chunk 32 of 35

Mason, John · published 1610 · first performed or written 1607 [1607-1608] (Annals)
tragedy · Children of the King's Revels
unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 444 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.

Heart of all mischief see the Court is up, Hell and the darkness keep me from their sight. At midnight did Ferrara leave his chamber, Heavens be his safety. A ghost a ghost. Pursue it where it goes: fear shall not stop me. Follow me sir, I'll speak to it, though death Cease on my life: it shall not lose mine eyes Unless it sink into the earth. 'Sfoot my office is italianated, I am feign to come behind. Was ever man thus distracted between the flesh and the spirit? 'sfoot this Pill hath so fired my mansion that unless I light on some waterwork, I shall lose the rains like a second Phaeton, and burn my Fabric. Surely I am that Tantalus the hungry Poets talk of, and am as dry as an Eel in a sandbag, and yet want water for the reaching: Let me see, why should I fear spirits that have raised up such an able one at my pleasure, that like a bold Orator stands on tiptoes to speak in Bar: and yet methinks he should be no good pleader, he was so suddenly dejected and out of countenance with an apparition. I would the case were laid open, that I might see how my young mooter would bestir himself: Ha: who is this? no more ghosts I hope: if it be it is the more womanly of the two. She lies as if she knew the end of her creation. On my life some waiting maid that hath a Court Epilepsy come upon her: I'll see if she foam at the mouth. Out & alas, the heavens have conspired poor bordelloes overthrow. The virtuous Timoclea wretched and most accursed hands, that have trust up my fortunes in thy elf-knot. THese apparitions do import more weight Than our distracted judgements can yet poise, Yet mighty Duke suspend a while all fear If both my power in state and worth in honour May be sufficient gage to be your guard Then think you are in safety. Sir we thank you: neither is there one Known unto us in Florence, on whose worth, I dared assure such safety as from you, And to that end I brought this gentleman, As well to acquaint you with this deep occurrence, That much concerns your present state, as crave A guard for our security 'gainst danger. Respect your guard great Duke. Villain what art thou A most dejected parcel of man's flesh. Lend your eyes and see A deed as black as is the time that hides it: A murdered gentlewoman. Ignoble villain, could thy coward-arm Presume the least wrong to her feeble sex?
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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 1816–1846 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 32 of 35 in this edition
Length444 words · 559 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honour at 0.669
Other seedsseed 43: T0 · seed 44: T0 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Heart of all mischiefe see the Court is vp, Hell and the darkenes keepe me from their sight. At midnight did Ferrara leaue his chamber, Heauens be his safety. A ghost a ghost. Pursue it where it goes: feare shall not stop me. Followe me sir, Ile speake to it, though death Ceaze on my life: it shall not loose mine eies Vnlesse it sincke into the earth. S'foot my office is italianated, I am faine to come behinde. Was euer man thus distracted betweene the flesh and the spirit? s'foot this Pill hath so fiered my mansion that vnlesse I light on some water-worke, I shall loose the rains like a second Phaeton, and burne my Fabricke. Surely I am that Tantalus the hungry Poets talke of, and am as dry as an Eele in a sand-bagge, and yet want water for the reaching: Let me see, why should I feare spirits that haue raised vp such an able one at my pleasure, that like a bold Orator stands on tip-toes to speake in Barre: and yet me thinkes he should be no good pleader, he was so suddenly deiected and out of countenance with an apparition. I would the case were laid open, that I might see how my young mooter would bestir himselfe: Ha: who is this? no more ghosts I hope: if it be it is the more womanlie of the two. She lyes as if she knewe the end of her creation. On my life some wayting mayde that hath a Court Epilepsie come vpon her: Ile see if she fome at the mouth. Out & alas, the heauens haue conspired poore Bordellos ouerthrowe. The vertuous Timoclea wretched and most accursed hands, that haue trust vp my fortunes in thy Elfe-knot. THese apparitions doe import more weight Then our distracted iudgements can yet poize, Yet mighty Duke suspend a while all feare If both my power in state and worth in honor May be sufficient gage to be your guarde Then thinke you are in safety. Sir we thanke you: neither is there one Knowne vnto vs in Florence, on whose worth, I dard assure such safety as from you, And to that end I brought this gentleman, As well to acquaint you with this deepe occurrence, That much concernes your present state, as craue A guard for our security gainst daunger. Respect your guard great Duke. Villaine what art thou A most deiected parcell of mans flesh. Lend your eyes and see A deede as blacke as is the time that hides it: A murdered gentlewoman. Ignoble villaine, could thy coward-arme Presume the least wrong to her feeble sexe?