If It Be Not Good, the Devil Is in It (If This Be Not a Good Play, the Devil Is in It) · chunk 3 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1612 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1612] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.76 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
But shoals of Sharks eat up the Fish at Sea. Brave pitchy villains there. Yet you playing here. No, No; most awful Pluto. Were you good Hellhounds, every day should be A Symon-and-Iude, to crown our board with Feasts A black-eyed-soul each minute: were you honest devil▪ Each officer in hell should have at least, A brace of whores to his breakfast: above us dwell, Devils braver and more subtle than in Hell. we'll fill thy palace with them. I'll try that: go: Rufman, take instantly a courtier's shape O any country: choose thine owne disguize And return swiftly. Yes. Shackle-soul wear thou A friars grave habit. Well. Grumshall walk thou In treble-ruffs like a Merchant. So: 'tis done. The bars of our litigious Courts had wont To crack with thronging pleaders, whose loud din Shook the infernal hell, as if 't had been An earthquake bursting from the deep Abyss, Or else Ioues thunder, thrown at the head of Dis (The God of gold,) for hiding it below, Thereby to tempt churls hither. Nor did we know What a Vacation meant: continual term fattened hell's Lawyers, and shall so again. Here. Here. Command us. Fly into the world: As you're in shapes transformed be so in name, For men are our sides only: be you the same; Have thee to Naples, (Rufman), thou shalt find A Prince there (newly crowned,) apply inclined de To any bendings▪ least his youthful brows Reach at Stars only, weigh down his loftiest boughs With leaden plomers poison his best thoughts with taste things most sensual; if the heart once waste The body feels consumption; good or bad kings Breed Subjects like them: clear streams flow from clear springs. Turn therefore Naples to a puddle: with a civil Much promising face, and well oiled play the court devil. I'll do't in bravery: if as deep as hell, Thy large ears hear a Land curse me, my part's played well. Fly Shackle-soul. Whither? To the friary, Best-famed in Naples for strict orders: throw What nets thou seest can catch them: Amongst 'em sow Seeds of contention, or whatever sin They most abhor, sweat thou to bring that in. A wolf in lamb skin leaps into the rout, Bell, book, or candle cannot curse me out: I'll curse faster than they. Do: Here. Be thou a city-devil, make thy hands O Harpyes clawes, which being on courtiers lāds Once fastened, ne'er let loose, the Merchant play, And on the Burse, see thou thy flag display. Of politic bankruptness: train up as many To fright under it, as thou canst, for now's not any That break, (they'll break their necks first) if, beside Thou canst not through the whole city meet with pride, Riot, lechery, envy, Avarice, and such stuff, Bring 'em all-in coached, the gares are wide enough. The spirit of gold instruct thee: hence all. Fly.
nodes 133–205 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 44 in this edition
Length
481 words · 682 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.760 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T23 · seed 44: T23 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
But sholes of Sharkes eate vp the Fish at Sea. Braue pitchy villaines there. Yet you playing here. No, No; most awefull Plut. Were you good Hell-hounds, euery day should bee A Symon-and-Iude, to crowne our bord with Feasts A blacke-eyde-soules each minute: were you honest diuel▪ Each officer in hell should haue at least, A brace of whores to his break-fast: aboue vs dwell, Diuells brauer and more subtill then in Hell. Weele fill thy pallace with them. Ile trye that: goe: Rufman, take instantly a Courtiers shape O any country: choose thine owne disguize And returne swiftly. Yes. Shackle-soule weare thou A Friers graue habit. Well. Grumshall walke thou In trebble-ruffes like a Merchant. So: tis don. The barres of our latigious Courts had wont To crack with thronging pleaders, whose lowde din Shooke the infernal hell, as if 't had bin An earth-quake bursting from the deepe Abisse, Or els Ioues thunder, throwne at the head of Dis (The God of gold,) for hiding it below, Thereby to tempt churles hither. Nor did we know What a Vacation ment: continuall terme Fattend hels Lawyers, and shall so againe. Here. Here. Command vs. Fly into the world: As 'are in shapes transformde be so in name, For men are our sides onely: be you the same; thee to Npls, (Rufmn), thou shalt finde A Prince there (newly crownde,) aply de To any bendin ▪ least his youthfull browes at Stars only, wey down his loftiest boughes leade plome poison his best thoughts with tast O thing most sensuall; if the heart once wast The body feeles consumption; good or bad kings Breede Subiects like them: cleere streames flow from cleere springs. Turne therefore Naples to a puddle: with a ciuill Much promising face, and well oylde play the court diuell. Ile doo' in brauery: if as deepe as hell, Th large eares heare a Land curse me, my part's playd well. Fly Shackle-soule. Whither? To the Friery, Best-samde in Naples for strict orders: throw What nts thou seest can catch them: Amongst 'em sow Seedes of contention, or what euer sin They most abhor, sweate thou to bring that in. A wolfe in lambe skin leapes into the rout, Bell, booke, or candle cannot curse me out: Ile curse aster than they. Doe: Here. Be thou a cittie-diuell, make thy hands O Harpyes clawes, which being on courtiers lāds Oce fastend, ne're let loose, the Merchant play, And on the Burse, see thou thy flag display. Of politicke bnk-ruptse: traine vp as many To fght vnder it, as th canst, for now's not any That breake, (theile breake their necks first) if, beside Thou canst no through the whole citie meete with pride, Riot, lechery, enu, , and such stuffe, Bing 'em all-in coach'd, the gares are wide enough. The spirit of gold instruct thee: hence all. Fly.