A Christian Turned Turk (The Two Famous Pirates) · chunk 10 of 38
Daborne, Robert · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1612] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.87 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
It seems this Iew keeps a Bawdy-house, I like his wife well, I could find in my heart to cast away half a Ducat on her. You are of a noble mind sir, courtly and high, It's want of merit that breeds jealousy, From which I know you clear. As I am from covetousness: how their eyes strike each other? Rabshake— Here sir. Captain, your gold. He saw our eyes meet, no matter, may I cool my heat Let the world burn. Thy counsel Voada. I do not like this fellows looks, Rabshake. He hath a hanging countenance indeed sir, Tush, my wiseman, thou hast forgot how dear I bought my liberty, renounced my law, The Law of Moses, turned Turk, all to keep My bed free from these Mahometan Dogs. I would not be a monster Rabshake, a man-beast, A Cuckold. I have not forgotten sir that you damned yourself because you would not be a Cornuto: If every man should fine so dear for his horns, we should have but a few Christians left: but seeing you fear your vessel hath a leak, wherefore do you put her to sea, man her thus? For commodity: thou seest rich shopkeepers set their wives at sale to draw in custom, utter their wares, yet keep that gem untouched: all for profit man. I am not of your mind sir, there is no profit without some pain. No more villain: should I suspect myself to have that disease, I would run mad, first fury of my horns should light on thee: look to't, thou art no longer living than my wife is honest. I fear my days are but short then, if my life lasts no longer than I can keep a Woman honest against her will. It is a lovely boy, rare featured, would he were mine. It is so Voada, he hath made the slave my jailor. I have not seen so much of beauty in a man. You lose yourself. What man? what beauty? I tell thee I am undone, Rabshake is made my overseer. I would use him like an overseer then, he should stand by whilst the Executioner opened the bags: I must enjoy his love, though quenching of my lust did burn the world beside. It's right Captain. Yes, 'tis right. But that's the wrong way sir, your followers expect their equal shares. The fellow raves: talk to a Captain of equal sharing, I'll take order for landing the goods, & be with you presently. Rabshake, thou knowest thy doom slave, look to't, thine eyes, villain thine eyes. I'll warrant you sir, I'll look to't. Here, carry'em these two ducats to drink upon receipt of the whole, I'll deal like a commander with 'em, as men do with their followers: that is, as you have followed me to earn means, so now you shall follow me as long to get your earnings, you shall be followers still, I will discharge none of you.
nodes 511–542 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 38 in this edition
Length
498 words · 647 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.875 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T11 · seed 44: T14 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
It seemes this Iew keeps a Bawdy-house, I like his wife well, I could finde in my heart to cast away halfe a Ducket on her. You are of a noble minde sir, courtly and high, It's want of merit that breeds ielousie, From which I know you cleare. As I am from couetousnesse: how their eyes strike each other? Rabshake— Here sir. Captaine, your gold. He saw our eyes meet, no matter, may I coole my heate Let the world burne. Thy counsell Voada. I do not like this fellowes lookes, Rabshake. He hath a hanging countenance indeed sir, Tush, my wifeman, thou hast forgot how deere I bought my liberty, renounc'd my law, The Law of Moses, turn'd Turke, all to keepe My bed free from these Mahometan Dogges. I would not be a monster Rabshake, a man-beast, A Cuckold. I haue not fogotten sir that you damned your selfe because you would not be a Cornuto: If euery man should fine so deere for his hornes, we should haue but a few Christians left: but seeing you feare your vessell hath a leake, wherefore do you put her to sea, man her thus? For commodity: thou seest rich shop-keepers set their wiues at sale to draw in custome, vtter their wares, yet keepe that Iem vntouch't: all for profite man. I am not of your minde sir, there is no profite without some paine. No more villaine: should I suspect my selfe to haue that disease, I would run mad, first fury of my hornes should light on thee: looke too't, thou art no longer living then my wife is honest. I feare my dayes are but short then, if my life lasts no longer then I can keepe a Woman honest against her will. It is a louely boy, rare featur'd, would he were mine. It is so Voada, he hath made the slaue my Iaylor. I haue not seene so much of beauty in a man. You loose your selfe. What man? what beauty? I tell thee I am vndone, Rabshake is made my ouer-seer. I would vse him like an ouer-seer then, he should stand by whil'st the Executioner opened the bagges: I must enioy his loue, though quēching of my lust did burn the world besides. It's right Captaine. Yes, 'tis right. But that's the wrong way sir, your followers expect their equall shares. The fellow raues: talke to a Captaine of equall sharing, I'le take order for landing the goods, & bee with you presently. Rabshake, thou knowest thy doome slaue, looke too't, thine eyes, villaine thine eyes. I'le warrant you sir, I'le looke toot. Here, carry'em these two duckets to drinke vpon receit of the whole, Il'e deale like a commander with 'em, as men doe with their followers: that is, as you haue followed me to earne meanes, so now you shall follow mee as long to get your earnings, you shall be followers still, I will discharge none of you.