Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

A Christian Turned Turk (The Two Famous Pirates) · chunk 8 of 38

Daborne, Robert · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1612] (Annals)
tragedy · Unknown
T57 Ships, merchants and pirates typicality 0.79 · 489 words

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

My valiant friends this 4 years' Dansiker Hath led you proudly through a sea of terror, Through deeds so full of prowess they might have graced The brow of worthiness, had justice to our cause Given life and action. But since the breach of laws Of Nations, civil society, justly entitles us With the hateful style of robbers, let's redeem our honour And not return into our country, with the names Of pardoned thieves, but by some worthy deed, Daring attempt, make good unto the world Want of employment, not of virtue forced Our former act of spoil and rapine. Set the design down may regain us credit Deserve this grace so freely offered us we'll or accomplish it, or with our lives Seal the attempt. Brave Captain, through death we'll follow thee, Then thus, that with the same weapon, we may Our country cure, with which we wounded her, My purpose is to ruin all the Pirates Lie in the harbour here. Rarely it may be easy done, observe the wind And firing but of one consume the rest. We must not trust to such incertainties. Thus I have plotted it: we first will set afire Some house i'th' town, to which when each man makes, As they will be enforced from the haven To yield their helps, with much facility We may perform our purpose. How? undescried, shall we attempt the town? That charge be mine, the Renegado Iew, You know gives free and open entertain To all of our profession. In some outhouse of his I will convey a pot of wildfire to it, I'll make a train of match, that at three hours Shall give it fire. Excellent! The time sir. Tomorrow night: mean time make ready For our departure, but with such secrecy Suspicions self may not descry it: provide the balls We must bestow upon the ships. That care be ours. The rest leave unto me, we'll return nobly, or else nobly die. Reuben, what news? My master sir, desires your company, there's a new Pirate landed, his name is Gallop. More yet? do they come on so fast? Your master would in gross his prize. He would: and for your courtesy herein, He will forbear three months the crowns you owe him: I'll use my Art sir to his benefit, And for the Crowns, no longer I'll delay him, Here is my hand tomorrow night I'll pay him. Speak freely, what think you of the newcome Captain, Voada? He looks as if his father and mother had got him in fear: his eyes go like a City Catchpoles, several ways at once, there's no stuff in him. Give me the Dutch Cavalier Dansiker. Out upon him puff-paste, he was spoiled in his infancy, ill-bred. How? spoiled with ill bread? it was ill drink spoiled him. I am of my masters mind, the newcome pirate is a reasonable handsome man of a Christian.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
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 418–476 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 8 of 38 in this edition
Length489 words · 629 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T57 — Ships, merchants and pirates reviewed — decision pending · typicality 0.785 (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)
My valiant friends this 4 years Dansiker Hath led you proudly through a sea of terrour, Through deeds so full of prowesse they might haue grac'd The brow of worthinesse, had iustice to our cause Giuen life and action. But since the breach of lawes Of Nations, ciuill society, iustly intitles vs With the hatefull stile of robbers, let's redeeme our honour And not returne into our country, with the names Of pardoned theeues, but by some worthy deed, Daring attempt, make good vnto the world Want of imployment, not of vertue forct Our former act of spoyle and rapine. Set the designe downe may regaine vs credit Deserue this grace so freely offer'd vs Weel or accomplish it, or with our liues Seale the attempt. Braue Captaine, through death wee'le follow thee, Then thus, that with the same weapon, we may Our country cure, with which we wounded her, My purpose is to ruine all the Pyrats Lie in the harbour here. Rarelit may be easy done, obserue the wind And firing but of one consume the rest. We must not trust to such incertainties. Thus I haue plotted it: we first will set a fire Some house ith' towne, to which when each man makes, As they will be inforced from the hauen To yeeld their helps, with much facility We may performe our purpose. How? vndiscri'd, shall we attempt the towne? That charge be mine, the Renegado Iew, You know giues free and open entertaine To all of our profession. In some out-house of his I will conuey a pot of wild-fire to it, I'le make a traine of match, that at three howres Shall giue it fire. Excellent! The time sir. To morrow night: meane time make ready For our departure, but with such secresie Suspitions selfe may not discry it: provide the balles We must bestow vpon the ships. That care be ours. The rest leaue vnto me, Wee'l returne nobly, or else nobly dye. Ruben, what newes? My maister sir, desires your company, Ther's a new Pyrat landed, his name is Gallop. More yet? do they come on so fast? Your maister would in grosse his prize. He would: and for your curtesie herein, He will forbeare three months the crownes you owe him: Il'e vse my Art sir to his benefit, And for the Crownes, no longer Ile delay him, Heere is my hand to morrow night Ile pay him. Speake freely, what think you of the new-come Captaine, Voada? Hee lookes as if his father and mother had got him in feare: his eyes go like a Citie Catch-poles, severall wayes at once, ther's no stuffe in him. Giue me the Dutch Cavaliere Dansiker. Out vpon him puffe-paste, he was spoild in his infancy, ill-bied. How? spoil'd with ill bread? it was ill drinke spoyl'd him. I am of my maisters mind, the new-come Pyrate is a reasonable handsome man of a Christian.