A Christian Turned Turk (The Two Famous Pirates) · chunk 37 of 38
Daborne, Robert · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1612] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.80 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Unheard of Monster! Cast his loathed carcase Unto the common air. Never did day discover Two such inhuman Caitiffs, stretch out his arms, You have your trains and fireworks, apply your Torches Unto his breast. we'll know what project now Lead you unto this second venture. I will confess it willingly: It was to have conveyed This Iew from hence, have made a massacre Of the whole Town, dashed out the miscreant brains Of your young Infidels. And art not sorry, Dog? Yes Dog, I am sorry, and confess my crimes Prevented such a merit: I was not worthy To do heaven so good a service. Pull off his hateful flesh, dig out his heart By piece-meal. Wilt thou turn Turk, and save thy soul yet? Yes Pagan, villain, I will. Forgiveness heaven, Let my example move all Pirates, Robbers To think how heavy thy revenging hand Will sit upon them. I feel thy justice now, Receive my soul, accept my intended vow. So, convey his hateful body to the same place, The Iew doth lie unburied. justice, let me have justice, worthy Governor. Give her no ear, she is all woman dissimulation. I am a Turk, and I do crave the law. He hath wounded here a Turk, a Lady, and We crave sentence according to his merit. He may receive the Bastinado, pay a fine. Pay a fine, what fine, from one that's famished, For want of a poor asper. set me to sea again, The tenth of what I'll bring you in, shall countervail The revenue of the Indies. The slave is mad, we'll send you far enough, Lady depose the for't, you shall have justice. By our great Prophet Mahomet. You do me wrong, let me in private speak to her Ere she betray my life, it is no less Than your own law affords me. The weakness of her body brooks it not. How say you Voada, can you afford him speech? I'll give his vain words hearing, though to much pain Oh my deep wound let all remove from hence. Had she a heart of brass I'd pierce it, leave us all. Now sir your motion, Wherein hath my desert strewed so much ill To strain thy hate, to this a high beyond, What we seem malice, I loved that face so well To purchase it I exchanged my heaven with hell. And to be barred what I so dearly paid for, is't not a plague sufficient? but thy faith Must now be sold, to be a vengeance greater, To pay me ungrateful hire, canst thou behold These eyes stroke inward, as ashamed to view The fires which first betrayed them, this mind, body, That doth contain a soul more black and dismal Then is the raven night, these arms, that have so oft Made to thee rules of love, now famished For want of what thou surfeits on, canst without tears Behold my miseries? Ha, ha, ha. Prodigy of woman, dost laugh?
nodes 1817–1879 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 37 of 38 in this edition
Length
499 words · 655 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.797 (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)
Vnheard of Monster! Cast his loathed carkasse Vnto the common aire. Never did day discover Two such inhumane Caitifes, stretch out his armes, You haue your traines and fire-workes, apply your Torches Vnto his breast. Wee'l know what proiect now Lead you vnto this second venter. I will confesse it willingly: It was to haue conueid This Iew from hence, haue made a massacre Of the whole Towne, dasht out the miscreant braines▪ Of your yong Infidels. And art not sorry, Dogge? Yes Dogge, I am sorry, and confesse my crimes Preuented such a merit: I was not worthy To do heaven so good a seruice. Pull off his hatefull flesh, digge out his heart By peece-meal. Wilt thou turne Turke, and saue thy soule yet? Yes Pagan, villaine, I will. Forgiuenesse heauen, Let my example moue all Pyrates, Robbers To thinke how heavy thy revenging hand Will sit vpon them. I feele thy iustice now, Receiue my soule, accept my intended vow. So, convey his hatefull body to the same place, The Iew doth lye vnburied. Iustice, let mee haue Iustice, worthy Gouernour. Giue her no eare, she is all woman dissimulation. I am a Turke, and I do craue the law. He hath wounded heere a Turke, a Lady, and We craue sentence acording to his merit. He may receiue the Bastinado, pay a fine. Pay a fine, what fine, from one that's famished, For want of a poore asper, set me to sea againe, The tenth of what I'le bring you in, shall connteruaile The reuenew of the Indies. The slaue is mad, we'le send you far enough, Lady depose the for't, you shall haue iustice. By our great Prophet Mahomet. You do me wrong, let me in priuate speake to her Ere she betray my life, it is no lesse Then your owne law affoords me. The weakenesse of her body brookes it not. How say you Voada, can you afford him speech? I'le giue his vaine words hearing, though to much paine Oh my deepe wound let all remoue from hence. Had she a heart of brasse I' de pierce it, leaue vs all. Now sir your motion, Wherein hath my desert stro'd so much ill To straine thy hate, to this a high beyond, What we seeme malice, I lou'd that face so well To purchase it I exchang'd my heauen with hell. And to be bar'd what I so deerely paid for, I'st not a plague sufficient? but thy faith Must now be sold, to be a vengeance greater, To pay me vngratefull hire, canst thou behold These eyes stroke inward, as asham'd to view The fires which first betraid them, this mind, body, That doth conteine a soule more blacke and dismall Then is the rauen night, these armes, that haue so oft Made to thee rules of loue, now famished For want of what thou surfets on, canst without teares Behold my miseries? Ha, ha, ha. Prodigy of woman, dost laugh?