A Christian Turned Turk (The Two Famous Pirates) · chunk 16 of 38
Daborne, Robert · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1612] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.80 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Here under this table, did you think I am so branched No roof would give me covering, I am but a pricket, A mere sorrel, my head's not hardened yet Though thanks unto your mastership your fire was not wanting You speak in Hebrew I understand you not. Yet you can speak the whoremasters language passing well; what made you sir take my wife for a flesh-seller, a whore? You are abused sir. By thee lecher, you know not this purse, this gold? You have your tricks to climb up cuckolds haven, Your ladder of ropes, you had best keep that hour, My wife this night expects you: my absence Will be enforced, she bid me tell you so, Insatiate goat thou thinkst our wives are such, As are your holy sisters, religious Votaries, Your spital nuns, here take your ill got trash, May I but know thou once more temp'st my wife, You shall not need a ladder, I'll mount you sir a Christians I will, you oxgall, I will. Ha, this is gold. Do you hear sir, hereafter know a Turk's wife from You are one of those hold all women bound Under the domination of the Moon; All wavering, now you have seen one of the Sun sir, Constant you slave, and as she is, with us are millions more. Benwash, brother, 'Sfoot I have sought each nook of the house for you. It is beyond my thoughts, imaginations drowned in't. Rare, doth she plead chastity? Like a bawd that would put off a virginity, the knight is as good as ours already, beside I have procured the Governor in person to regreet him All that art can by ambition, lust, or flattery do, Assure yourself this brain shall work him to. Nay if the flesh take hold of him, he's past redemption he's half a Turk already, it's as good as done Woman is hell out, in we near return. Were not I confident of my good parts, this gold would buy me out of my five senses, a full purse, a ladder of ropes, and his wife in the tail on't able to overcome any man breathing, yet what should I fear that have so many good Angels about me? sure she's in love with me, it is no other, and out of her honesty it seems she hath vowed to do nothing, but what she dares acquaint her husband with, if she have made him usher his own crest I'll swear she is a woman of the Sun, she hath dazzled his eyes well, this night makes the trial, I'll take your instructions Iew, climb the matter of preferment. It may be 'twas my destiny gave me this crown, Women and ropes should raise me, that put others down. I am o'ercharged sir with so high a favour As your descending thus to visit me.
nodes 773–810 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 16 of 38 in this edition
Length
481 words · 611 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.798 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T28 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Heere vnder this table, did you thinke I am so branch No roofe would giue me couering, I am but a pricket, A meere sorrell, my head's not hardened yet Though thanks vnto your maistership your fire was not wanting You speake in Hebrew I vnderstand you not. Yet you can speak the whoore-maisters language passing wel; what made you sir take my wife for a flesh-seller, a whore? You are abused sir. By thee letcher, you know not this purse, this gold? You haue your tricks to climbe vp cuckolds hauen, Your ladder of ropes, you had best keepe that houre, My wife this night expects you: my absence Will be inforst, she bid me tell you so, Insatiat goat thou thinkst our wiues are such, As are your holy fisters, religious Votaries, Your spittle nuns, heere take your ill got trash, May I but know thou once more tempst my wise, You shall not need a ladder, I'le mount you sir a Christians I will, you oxgall, I will. Ha, this is gold. Do you heare sir, hereafter know a Turks wife from You are one of those hold all women bound Vnder the domination of the Moone; All wauering, now you haue seene one of the Sunne sir, Constant you slaue, and as she is, with vs are millions more. Benwash, brother, S'foote I haue sought each nooke of the house for you. It is beyond my thoughts, imaginations drown'd int▪ Rare, doth she plead chastity? Like a baud that would put off aviginity, the knight is as good as ours already, besides I haue procured the Gouernor in person to regreet him All that art can by ambition, lust, or attery do, Assure your selfe this braine shall worke him to. Nay if the flesh take hold of him, hee's past red emption Hee's halfe a Turke already, it's as good as done Woman is hell out, in we nere returne. Were not I confident of my good parts, this gold would buy me out of my fiue sences, a full purse, a ladder of ropes, and his wife in the taile on't able to ouercome any man breathing, yet what should I feare that haue so many good Angels about me? sure shee's in loue with mee, it is no other, and out of her honesty it seemes shee hath vow'd to doe nothing, but what she dares acquaint her husband with, if she haue made him vsher his owne crest I'le sweare she is a woman of the Sunne, she hath dazeld his eyes well, this night makes the tryall, I'le take your instructions Iew, climbe the matter of preferment. It may be 'twas my destiny gaue me this crowne, Woemen and ropes should raise me, that put others downe. I am orecharg'd sir with so high a auor As your descending thus to visite mee.