Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

A Christian Turned Turk (The Two Famous Pirates) · chunk 5 of 38

Daborne, Robert · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1612] (Annals)
tragedy · Unknown
unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 475 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.

Persuade no more, we have no will to act, Or not to act more, than those orbs we see, And planetary bodies, which in their offices Observe the will of fate: the difference is, They are confined, we are not: they are stars fixed, We wandering Run on thou purple line That drawest my lives fate out, thou that dost frown Upon the births of men, now Saturn smile. Those under milder Planets borne live, servile: good; Mars called our Birth, my race shall be through blood Abused knowledge that first wert given to man A light, now helpest to dazzle him, and whate'er want Befall through our own imperfect judgement, Unbridled will the throw on fortune, chance, I see man's happiness, were his ignorance, A board, aboard, aboard. Dear sir withdraw, you are deprived of sight So much the better, I see no fear in fight, Courage brave countrymen: what's nature's part May fall; what's heavens can never, it is the odds That just men have of bad, still to the gods They stand or fall. Enter, Enter, Enter. Zounds the slave winks and fights. A Ward, A Ward, A Ward, Down with them, down with them, away let him go overboard, where he a second Alexand'r, there's not a man of them lives, but shall go overboard, we'll offer them to our deceased friends in sacrifice. My brother, my dear dear brother. There were no conscience, no religion in't, How? Conscience, were't but to banish those two words they shall go overboard. They shall go overboard: suppose I speak the contrary. My Captain, my man of war speak the contrary they are as safe as the great Turk. Now they shall overboard. Out-swaggered? How many French are left? There's only five of four and twenty living. Never did men with equal spirit stand, A day so black and stormy: rob not yourself then, Of so brave witnesses of this days valour. How? dare you sir give us directions? How dare I sir? I am a Gentleman Equal unto yourself. Take that now, I am before you, You are, I'll not be long behind you. Know, that our word shall be a law, That may be, for he hath had conscience by the ears already. hoist me a vessel up of Maligo, we'll drink a health unto the wandering ghosts Of our slain followers, and every draft The Cannon makes report off, a Frenchman Shall overboard, who to our friends may tell, We drank a rouse to them, As low as hell. Francisco Captain of the man of war, pursued our prize, hath set a Pinnace forth, who according to the custom of the sea, demands half of the spoil, to your demand he threatens instant fight, force against force, or if you dare to accept it, he makes you offer of single opposition.
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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 238–290 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 5 of 38 in this edition
Length475 words · 625 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T50 — Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea and land at 0.826
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)
Perswade no more, we haue no will to act, Or not to act more, then those orbes we see, And planetary bodies, which in their offices Obserue the will of fate: the difference is, They are confin'd, we are not▪ they are stars fixt, We wandring Runne on thou purple line That draw'st my liues fate out, thou that dost frowne Vpon the births of men, now Saurne smile. Those vnder milder Planets borne liue, seruile: good; Mars cal'd our Birth, my race shall be through bloud Abused knowledge that first werst giuen to man A light, now helpst to dazell him, and what ere want Befall through our owne imperfect iudgement, Vnbridled will the throw on fortune, chance, I see mans happinesse, were his ignorance, A board, a board, a board. Deere sir withdraw, you are depriu'd of sight So much the better, I see no feare in fight, Courage braue countrymen: what's natures part May fall; what's heauens can neuer, it is the ods That iust men haue of bad, still to the gods They stand or fall. Enter, Enter▪ Enter. Zounds the slaue winkes and fights. A Ward, A Ward, A Ward, Downe with them, downe with them, away let him go ouerbord, where he a second Alexand'r, ther's not a man of them liues, but shall go ouer-board, wee'le offer them to our deceassed frindes in sacrifice. My brother, my deere deere brother. There were no conscience, no religion in't, How? Conscience, were't but to banish those two words they shall go ouer-board. They shall go ouer-board: suppose I speake the contrary. My Captaine, my man of warre speake the contrary they are as safe as the great Turke. Now they shall ouer-board. Out-swagered? How many French are left? There's onely fiue of foure and twenty liuing. Neuer did men with equall spirit stand, A day so blacke and stormy: rob not your selfe then, Of so braue witnesses of this daies valour. How? dare you sir giue vs directions? How dare I sir? I am a Gentleman Equall vnto your selfe. Take that now, I am before you, You are, I'le not be long behind you. Know, that our word shall be a law, That may be, for he hath had conscience by the eares already. Hoyst me a vessell vp of Maligo, Wee'le drinke a health vnto the wandring ghosts Of our slaine followers, and euery draught The Cannon makes report off, a French-man Shall ouer-board, who to our friends may tell, We dranke a rowse to them, As low as hell. Francisco Captaine of the man of warre, pursu'd our prize, hath set a Pinace forth, who according to the custome of the sea, demands halfe of the spoyle, to your demand hee threatens instant fight, force against force, or if you dare to accept it, he makes you offer of single opposition.