Dekker, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1611-c.1613; re-licensed for stage, Aug 21, 1623] (Annals) tragicomedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · Red Bull T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.86 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Wilt help me to a fit Circle to play the Devil in? I'll place thee, I'll put thy foot into the stirrup. And I will rid the world of one of his diseases, a loose woman. Farewell, eat her very heart. As we feed one upon another, hungerly— Dost thou tell me of thy Proclamations that I am banished from the Court, that Court where I came to thee, was none of thine, it belongs to a King that keeps open Court, one that never wronged a poor Beggar, never took away any man's wife, unless he sent his Pursuivant death for her: oh thou daring Sacrilegious royal Thief; wilt thou rob the Church too, as thou hast me! thrust me out of that house too in the Sanctuary, turned Devil in a crowd of Angels! Why didst not kill her? I had no power to kill her Charms of Divinity pulled back mine Arm, She had Armour of proof on, (reverence of the place) She is not married, is she, shorten my pains; Heaven came itself down, and forbade the Banes. You must both to th' King. Must! we are for him. Now do I look for a fig. Chew none, fear nothing. Has heaven left chiding yet! there's in thy voice A thunder that worse frights me, didst thou swear In bed to kill me, had I married thee? It was my vow to do so. And did that Villain, That Lupo Vindicado's, thrust this vengeance Into thy desperate hand? That Villain swore me To speed you, I had died else; me had he murdered, When in a doctor's shape he came to cure The madness which in me was counterfeit, Only to shun-your touches. Strange preservation! Here comes the traitor! Devil, didst thou tempt this woman 'gainst my life? Has she betrayed me, yes, hence Antic vizors I'll now appear myself. Gazetto! The same. I ha' warmed a Snake in my bosom. This is he, To whom by promise of my mouth, (not hers) Tormiella should ha' been married, but flying him To run away with this, he in disguise Has followed Both thus long to be revenged. And were not my hands tied by your prevention: It should go forward yet, my plot lay there (King) to have her kill thee; this Cuckold her, Then had I made him Hawks-meat. Bloody Varlet. Rare Providence, I thank thee, what a heap Of mischiefs have I brought upon my Kingdom, By one base Act of lust, and my greatest horror Is that for her I made away my Queen By this destroyer's hand, this crimson Hellhound That laughs at nothing but fresh Villainies. The laughing days I wished for, are now come sir I am glad that leaping into such a Gulf, I am not drowned, your Queen lives. Ha! She lives; I had no reason to kill her.
1611 [c.1611-c.1613; re-licensed for stage, Aug 21, 1623]
First performance (BritDrama)
1621 [1621-1622]
Company (BritDrama)
Red Bull (Revels) Company (first)
Theater
Red Bull;Phoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
tragicomedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 953 · TCP A20088 · DEEP 764
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 2101–2157 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 35 of 36 in this edition
Length
481 words · 639 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.856 (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)
Wilt helpe me to a fit Circle to play the Diuell in? Ile place thee, Ile put thy foot into the stirrup. And I will rid the world of one of his diseases, a loose woman. Farewell, eate her very hart. As we feed one vpon another, hungerly— Dost thou tell me of thy Proclamations that I am banisht from the Court, that Court where I came to thee, was none of thine, it belongs to a King that keepes open Court, one that neuer wrong'd a poore Begger, neuer tooke away any mans wife, vnlesse he sent his Purseuant death for her: oh thou daring Sacrilegious royall Theefe; wilt thou rob the Church too, as thou hast me! thrust me out of that house too in the Sanctuary, turn'd Diuell in a crowd of Angels! Why didst not kill her? I had no power to kill her Charmes of Diuinity pull'd backe mine Arme, She had Armor of proofe on, (reuerence of the place) She is not married, is she, shorten my paines; Heauen came it selfe downe, and forbade the Banes. You must both to th' King. Must! we are for him. Now doe I looke for a fig. Chew none, feare nothing. Has heauen left chiding yet! there's in thy voice A thunder that worse frights mee, didst thou sweare In bed to kill me, had I married thee? It was my vow to doe so. And did that Villaine, That Lupo Vindicado's, thrust this vengeance Into thy desperate hand? That Villaine swore me To speed you, I had dy'd else; me had he murdered, When in a Doctors shape he came to cure The madnesse which in me was counterfeit, Onely to shun-your touches. Strange preseruation! Here comes the traytor! Diuell, didst thou tempt this woman 'gainst my life? Has she betray'd me, yes, hence Anticke vizors Ile now appeare my selfe. Gazetto! The same. I ha warm'd a Snake in my bosome. This is he, To whom by promise of my mouth, (not hers) Tormiella should ha' beene married, but flying him To runne away with this, he in disguise Has followed Both thus long to be reueng'd. And were not my hands ty'd by your preuention: It should goe forward yet, my plot lay there (King) to haue her kill thee; this Cuckold her, Then had I made him Hawkes-meat. Bloudy Varlet. Rare Prouidence, I thanke thee, what a heape Of mischiefes haue I brought vpon my Kingdome, By one base Act of lust, and my greatest horror Is that for her I made away my Queene By this destroyers hand, this crimson Hell-hound That laughes at nothing but fresh Villanies. The laughing dayes I wisht for, are now come sir I am glad that leaping into such a Gulph, I am not drown'd, your Queene liues. Ha! She liues; I had no reason to kill her.