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A Christian Turned Turk (The Two Famous Pirates) · chunk 1 of 38

Daborne, Robert · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1612] (Annals)
tragedy · Unknown
T57 Ships, merchants and pirates typicality 0.88 · 525 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.

ALL fair content dwell here, & may our strains Give you that choice delight which crowns our pains. Our subject's low, yet to your eyes presents Deeds high in blood, in blood of Innocents: Transcends them low, and your invention calls To name the sin beyond this black deed falls. What heretofore set others pens awork, Was ward turned pirate, ours is ward turned Turk. Their trivial scenes might best afford to show The baseness of his birth, how from below Ambition oft takes root, makes men forsake The good the'enjoy, yet know not. Our Muse doth take A higher pitch, leaving his Piracy To reach the heart itself of villainy. What to that period makes the nearest way, Our scene pursues, you must suppose his stay Hath lately been upon the Irish Shore, Where wanting men he invites some stranger's ore Into his Bark, in height of wine and game, He slips his anchor, and reveals his name. There fate succeeds, and to your gentle view We give not what we could, but what know true. Our Ship's afloat, we fear nor rocks nor sands, Knowing we are environed with your helping hands. I'll play no more. Set but my hand out, here's 400. Crowns unlost yet, Fortune may make them yours. fortune's a Bitch, a mere strumpet, she hath turned up the Ace so long, I have ne'er an eye to see with, she hath soaked me. We came aboard to venture with you, Deal Merchant-like, put it upon one main, And throw at all. One cast, and we will leave you. Leave us yet? we have a cast worth two of the rest. 'Tis set, throw at it gentle Sir. We shall have time enough hereafter, You are too violent. I fear you'll not be half so forward anon when we should use you. A sail, a sail, a sail. Shout. Why stand you so amazed? conceive you not the language of the Sea? Now you may show yourselves gamesters, You shall have your bellies full of hazard. We are betrayed. Are you not Merchantmen? How else? and deal by wholesale, take up much at a long day. Do you know this honourable shape? Heroic Captain WARD, Lord of the Ocean, terror of Kings, Landlord to Merchants, rewarder of Manhood, conqueror of the Western world, to whose followers the Lands and Seas pay tribute, and they to none, but once in their lives to the manor of Wapping, and then are free ever after. This is he my noble mummers. We are for ever lost. If't be our moneys that you covet, willingly we give it up, only deprive us not of our fair home, our Country: do but land us. Know we have other use for you, Have not enticed you hither for your gold, It is the man we want. Is't not a shame, Men of your qualities and parsonage, Should live as cankers, eating up the soil That gave you being, like beasts that ne'er look further Then where they first took food, that men call home, Which gives them means equal unto their minds, Puts them in action.
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PlayA Christian Turned Turk (The Two Famous Pirates)
AuthorDaborne, Robert
Publication year (edition)1612
First performance / composition (Annals)1610 [1609-1612]
First performance (BritDrama)1611 [1610-1612]
Company (BritDrama)Unknown
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 698 · TCP A19757 · DEEP 576
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 0–54 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 1 of 38 in this edition
Length525 words · 688 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T57 — Ships, merchants and pirates reviewed — decision pending · typicality 0.885 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T55 · seed 44: T46 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
ALL faire content dwell here, & may our straines Giue you that choice delight which crownes our paines. Our subiect's low, yet to your eyes presents Deeds high in bloud, in bloud of Innocents: Transcends them low, and your invention calles To name the sinne beyond this blacke deed falles. What heretofore set others pennes aworke, Was ward turn'd Pyrate, ours is ward turn'd Turke. Their triviall Scoenes might best affoord to show The basenesse of his birth, how from below Ambition oft takes roote, makes men forsake The good the'enioy, yet know not. Our Muse doth tak A higher pitch, leauing his Pyracy To reach the heart it selfe of villany. VVhat to that period makes the neerest way, Our Scoene pursues, you must supose his stay Hath lately beene vpon the Irish Shore, VVhere wanting men he inuites some strangers or Into his Barke, in height of wine and game, He slips his anchor, and reveales his name. There fate succedes, and to your gentle view VVe giue not what we could, but what know true. Our Ship's aflote, we feare nor rockes nor sands, Knowing we are inviron'd with your helping hands. IL'e play no more. Set but my hand out, heer's 400. Crowns vnlost yet, Fortune may make them yours. Fortun's a Bitch, a meere strumpet, she hath turn'd vp the Ace so long, I haue ne'r an eye to see with▪ she hath sok't me. We came aboard to venture with you, Deale Merchant-like, put it vpon one maine, And throw at all. One cast, and we will leaue you. Leaue vs yet? we haue a cast worth two of the rest. 'Tis set, throw at it gentle Sir. We shall haue time enough hereafter, You are too violent. I feare you'l not be halfe so forward anon when we should vse you. A saile, a saile, a saile. Shoute. Why stand you so amaz'd? conceiue you not the language of the Sea? Now you may shew your selues gamesters, You shall haue your bellies full of hazard. We are betraid. Are you not Merchant-men? How else? and deale by whole-sale, take vp much at a long day. Do you know this honourable shape? Heroicke Captaine WARD, Lord of the Ocean, terror of Kings, Landlord to Merchants, rewarder of Man-hood, conqueror of the Westerne world, to whose followers the Lands and Seas pay tribute, and they to none, but once in their liues to the manor of Wpping, and then are free euer after. This is he my noble mummers. We are for euer lost. I't be our moneyes that you covet, willingly wee giue it vp, onely depriue vs not of our faire home, our Country: do but land vs. Know we haue other vse for you, Haue not intic'd you hither for your gold, It is the man we want. Is't not a shame, Men of your qualities and personage, Should liue as cankers, eating vp the soile That gaue you being, like beasts that ne're looke further▪ Then where they first tooke food, that men call home, Which giues them meanes equall vnto their minds, Puts them in action.