A Christian Turned Turk (The Two Famous Pirates) · chunk 35 of 38
Daborne, Robert · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1612] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.81 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
why now my brow begins to smooth. How lik'st this Tragedy, Rabshake? Rarely, if it do not prove a Tragedy to us sir, it's but a Comedy hitherto: the setting off is all. Tush, the best is behind man: dost think I do not bear a brain about me? Beware a politician, man: here, bind me, bind me, hard, hard. I marry sir, I like this well, a man may trust you when your hands are tied behind you. I cannot choose but laugh to think how happy I am in my project: it will amaze thee when thou hear'st it Rabshake, we shall so gull the innocent world, laugh at the silly world. If you gull me now, I'll give you leave to make mummy of me: what's next sir? Here, take this dagger, stab me an inch into the breast and arm. Do you call this gulling of the world? I cannot but laugh at the gentleman's lecherous voyage to Lucifer: there, there. Now Rabshake let me bind thee. How? bind me? Thou art not capable of the mystery, thou art shallow Rabshake. I do not desire to wade deeper in I thank you sir, I am no politician, bear no brain about me sir; yet I can dive into a knaves pockets as well as any man, your worship knows. What dost thou mean by this? To rob you as I am a Turk, & cut your throat as I am a Iew, you have forgot your equivocation; I'll chop logic with you. Come, your rings, your chain: do you not laugh? have you not guled the world fairly? Thou hast mistaken me: know thou art all my care. And you would be rid of me, I conceive you sir, though I am no politician: I have seen the play of Pedringano sir, of Pedringano sir. Dear Rabshake, upon my knees I do entreat thee hear me. For whom have I ta'en thought, outwatched the night Out-toiled the day, but for my Rabshake? what friend, What kinsman, what heir had I but Rabshake? Yes, you meant I should have been your heir. Nay, thou shouldst have had all in possession, my purpose was to have lived a private life, done penance for my sins, and given thee all. You would have parted with this chain, these rings and gold. They are thine own, on whom should I bestow them else? And you have a trick to come off clear with this business. In spite of jealousy, without suspicion man: you being bound, your head thrust in this circle, as if tied up for starting, I had cried out thieves, murder, raised the street, transferred the act upon some stranger. And I should have been your heir. Thou wrong'st me to make question of't. If I should try him, it is beyond my compass if he outsail me: this chain and gold is mine.
nodes 1738–1766 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 35 of 38 in this edition
Length
486 words · 639 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.813 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
why now my brow begins to smooth. How lik'st this Tragedy, Rabshake? Rarely, if it do not proue a Tragedy to vs sir, i'ts but a Comedy hitherto: the setting off is all. Tush, the best is behind man: doe'st thinke I doe not beare a braine about me? Beware a polititian, man: heere, binde me, binde me, hard, hard. I mary sir, I like this well, a man may trust you when your hands are tyed behinde you. I cannot choose but laugh to thinke how happy I am in my proiect: it will amaze thee when thou hear'st it Rabshake, wee shall so gull the innocent world, laugh at the silly world. If you gull me now, Il'e giue you leaue to make mummy of me: what's next sir? Heere, take this dagger, stabbe mee an ynch into the breast and arme. Do you call this gulling of the world? I cannot but laugh at the gentlemans lecherous voyage to Lucifer: there, there. Now Rabshake let me binde thee. How? binde me? Thou art not capable of the mistery, thou art shallow Rabshake. I doe not desire to wade deeper in I thank you sir, I am no polititian, beare no braine about me sir; yet I can diue into a knaues pockets as well as any man, your worship knows. What doest thou meane by this? To rob you as I am a Turke, & cut your throat as I am a Iew, you haue forgot your equivocation; Il'e chop logicke with you. Come, your rings, your chaine: do you not laugh? haue you not gul'd the world fairely? Thou hast mistaken me: know thou art all my care. And you would be rid of me, I conceiue you sir, though I am no polititian: I haue seene the play of Pedringano sir, of Pedringno sir. Deere Rabshake, vpō my knees I do intreat thee heare me. For whom haue I tane thought, out-watcht the night Out-toyl'd the day, but for my Rabshake? what friend, What kinsman, what heire had I but Rabshake? Yes, you meant I should haue beene your heire. Nay, thou shouldst haue had all in possession, my purpose was to haue liu'd a private life, done penance for my sins, and given thee all. You would haue parted with this chaine, these rings and gold. They are thine own, on whom should I bestow thē else? And you haue a trick to come off cleere with this businesse. In spight of ielousie, without suspition man: you being bound, your head thrust in this circle, as if tied vp for starting, I had cried out theeues, murder, rais'd the street, transferd the act vpon some stranger. And I should haue beene your heire. Thou wrongst me to make question of't. If I should try him, it is beyond my compasse if hee out-saile me: this chaine and gold is mine.