A Christian Turned Turk (The Two Famous Pirates) · chunk 29 of 38
Daborne, Robert · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1612] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.80 · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Can there remain a soul that will vouchsafe Compassion on me? thou dost but flatter, Or hast forgot, I have lost all, and poverty When no ill else will do't, makes all friends fly. Were you entitled to no other guilt, How willing for you should my blood be spilled? Here sir, accept this poor relief Bootless alas distress recounts those errors To think what might have been cures, not the terrors Of present suffering. True, true, Francisco, could I redeem the time, The world should speak my penitence. Could I call back but one seven years, Though all my life were servile after, Were my soul but free From innocent blood, and fearful blasphemy, On the condition I might live an age Tortured upon a wheel. I tell thee friend, Were I this City's Viceroy, I would give My crown, despoil myself of all, only to live One month with that content this soul did know When a poor Fisherman possessed it. You are too low dejected. Men that with sufferance their wrongs do bear Are held but weak, and States more oft for fear Then love unto the right, redress men's ills. Who stoutly down his enemies, malice kills, Who basely wounds himself. No less than truth, I have been too low indeed Each one the yielding grass doth dare to tread That flies resisting thorns, false Voada, Thy Lamb is turned a Lion, I feel revenge Give a new life to me, I'll only stay Till I have spoke thy brother, I think he'll blush To hear thy shame, tell thee thou hast not played A woman's part with me, suppose the worse That he turn villain to, he had better curse His grand sirs ashes, if once more I fall in I'll be unparalleled at least for sin. Stay see the strumpet's love, Fidelio, Captain, you are the man I seek, I have a suit to you, Concerning Voada, is't not? Concerning her that hates you for my sake Neglects your merit, this night gives full revenge To all her injuries. Repeat that happy word again, I am wholly thine. Know her vassaliat lust hath long pursued, And with such violence attempted me, That with my oaths this night to sate her heat I hardly have delayed her. What's this to my revenge? It follow's, give me but way Through your Castle there's a Hollander This evening makes from hence That gives them passage. I have tied him to't Thou art for ever free, the hour name, I'll speak your worth yet, in spite of fame About three, watch the word Fidelio. Avoid suspicion and till then be gone. Nay then my joys do flow, Whether tends this? what passage, come you for him? To heaven I once more must exact Thy trust and diligence. Speak it.
nodes 1436–1501 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 38 in this edition
Length
471 words · 606 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.800 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T7 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Can there remaine a soule that will vouchsafe Compassion on me? thou doest but flatter, Or hast forgot, I haue lost all, and pouerty When no ill else will doo't, makes all friends flye. Were you intitled to no other guilt, How willing for you should my bloud be spilt? Heere sir, accept this poore reliefe Bootlesse alas distresse recounts those errors To thinke what might haue been cures, not the terror Of present suffering. True, true, Francisco, could I redeeme the time, The world should speake my penitence. Could I call backe but one seven yeares, Though all my life were seruile after, Were my soule but free From innocent bloud, and fearefull blasphemy, On the condition I might liue an age Tortur'd vpon a wheele. I tell thee friend, Were I this Cities Vice-roy, I would giue My crowne, dispoyle my selfe of all, onely to liue One month with that content this soule did know When a poore Fisherman possest it. You are too low dejected. Men that with sufferance their wrongs do beare Are held but weake, and States more oft for feare Then loue vnto the right, redresse mens ils. Who stoutly downe his enemies, malice kils, Who basely wounds himselfe. No lesse then truth, I haue beene too low indeed Each one the yeelding grasse doth dare to tread That flies resisting thornes, falfe Voada, Thy Lambe is turn'd a Lyon, I feele reuendge Giue a new life to me, I'le onely stay Till I haue spoke thy brother, I thinke he'le blush To heare thy shame, tell thee thou hast not plaid A womans part with me, suppose the worse That he turne villane to, he had better curse His grand sirs ashes, if once more I fall in I'le be vnparaleld at least for sinne. Stay see the strumpets loue, Fidelio, Captaine, you are the man I seeke, I haue a suit to you, Concerning Voada, is't not? Concerning her that hates you for my sake Neglects your merit, this night giues full reuendge To all her iniuries. Repeat that happy word againe, I am wholly thine. Know her vassaliat lust hath long pursued, And with such violence attempted me, That with my oaths this night to sate her heate I hardly haue delaid her. What's this to my reuendge? It follow's, giue me but way Through your Castle there's a Hollander This euening makes from hence That giues them passage. I haue tied him to't Thou art for euer free, the houre name, I'le speak your worth yet, in spight of fame About three, watch the word Fidelo. Avoid suspicion and till then be gone. Nay then my ioyes do flow, Whether tends this? what passage, come you for him? To heauen I once more must exact Thy trust and diligence. Speake it.