The Courageous Turk, or Amurath the First · chunk 10 of 30
Goffe, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [Feb 24] (Annals) tragedy · at University T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.83 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Devil, Devil? What? Dar'st thou appear before an Angel (Fiend?) O Amurath, why doth intemperate Lust Raging within thy furious youthful veins, Burst through thy father's Tomb? Disturb his soul? Know, all the torments that the fabulous age Dreamt, did afflict deceased impious Ghosts, Hartbiting-hunger, and soul-searching thirst, The ne'er consumed, yet ever eaten prey That the devouring Vulture feeds upon, Are not such tortures as our offsprings crimes! They, they sit heavy on us, and no date Makes our compassionate affection cease. O thou hereditary Ulcer, hark By the name of Father, and by all those cares, Which brought me to my grave, to make thee great: Thou that hast nothing of me but my crown: My enterprise surpassed the boundless Sea, Cutting the churlish Waves of Hellespont, When the flood stood which wind for to obey! Euxinum groaned beneath my burdenous Ships; I was the first of all the Turkish Kings That Europe knew, and the fond Christians plague What coward blood ran flowing in my veins, When thou wert first begot: who marrest all Thy Father's acts, by thy untamed desires, Wherefore with Stygian curses I will lad thee First, may she prove a Strumpet to thy Bed Be her lips poison, and let her loose embrace, Be venomous as Scorpions! If she conceived, A Generation from thee, let it be As ominous as thou hast been to me! Rebellious to thy Precepts, printing cares, Upon thy aged brows, O may they prove, As Fairies for to lash thee in thy rest! But Amurath, if thou canst quench this flame, If thou wilt cut this Gordian thread, and rend hence, That putrid Wen which cleaves unto thy flesh, Be all thine actions prosperous! Mahomet, Shall be auspicious unto each design; Fortune to show thee favour shall be proud, Farewell! if that men do speak last, before They die, take root, then dead men's should take more. What art thou vanished? Know (thou careful spirit) Thou shalt no sooner pierce the wand'ring Clouds With unperceived flight, than my resolve Shall expiate my former Vanity! Look on thy son thou (airy intellect) And see him sacrifice to thy command! Now Titan turn thy breathing curses back! Start hence bright day, a sable Cloud invade This Universal Globe, break every prop, And every hinge that doth sustain the Heavens: For strait must dye a woman, I have named A crime, that may accuse all Nature guilty. The Sex wisely considered, deserves a death; For think this (Amurath) this woman may, Prostrate her delicate and Ivory limbs, To some base Page, or Scul, or shrunk up Dwarf: Or let some Groom lie feeding on her lips, She may devise some misshapen trick, To satiate her goatish Amurath, And from her bended knees at Meditation, Be taken by some slave toth' deep of Hell! thouart a brave Creature, were thou not a woman: Come! thou shalt see my well-kept vow, And know my hate, which saw me dote but now: Schahin! Eurenoses! Captains ho!
nodes 564–631 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 30 in this edition
Length
502 words · 712 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.830 (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)
Divel, Divel? What? Dar'st thou appeare before an Angell (Fiend?) O Amurath, why doth intemperate Lust Raging within thy furious youthfull veines, Burst through thy fathers Tombe? Disturbe his soule? Know, all the torments that the fabulous age Dream't, did afflict deceased impious Ghosts, Hartbiting-hunger, and soule-searching thirst, The nere consumed, yet ever eaten prey That the devouring Vulture feeds upon, Are not such tortures as our off-springs crimes! They, they sit heavy on us, and no date Makes our compassionate affection cease. O thou hereditary Vlcer, hearke By the name of Father, and by all those cares, Which brought me to my grave, to make thee great▪ Thou that hast nothing of me but my crowne: My enterprise surpast the boundlesse Sea, Cutting the churlish Waves of Hellespont, When the flood stood which wind for to obey! Euxinum groan'd beneath my burdenous Ships; I was the first of all the Turkish Kings That Europe knew, and the fond Christians plagu What coward blood ran flowing in my veines, When thou wert first begot: who marrest all Thy Fathers acts, by thy untam'd desires, Wherefore with Stygian curses I will lade thee First, may she prove a Strumpet to thy Bed Be her lips poyson, and let her loose embrace, Be venemous as Scopions! If he conceiv'd, A Generation from thee, let it be As ominous as thou hast beene to me! Rebellious to thy Praecepts, printing care, Vpon thy aged browes, O may they prove, As Faeries for to lash thee in thy rest! But Amurath, if thou canst quench this flame, If thou wilt cut this Gordian thred, and rend hence, That putrid Wenne which cleaves unto thy flesh, Be all thine actions prosperous! Mahomet, Shal be auspitious unto each designe; Fortune to shew thee favour shall be proud, Farewell! if that men doe speake last, before They dye, take root, then dead mens should take more. What art thou vanisht? Know (thou carefull spright) Thou shalt no sooner pierce the wandring Clouds With unperceived flight, than my resolue Shall expiate my former Vanity! Looke on thy sonne thou (aery intellect) And see him sacrifice to thy command! Now Titan turne thy breathing curses backe! Start hence bright day, a sable Cloud invade This Vniversall Globe, breake every prop, And every hndge that doth sustaine the Heavens: For straight must dye a woman, I have named A crime, that may accuse all Nature guilty. The Sexe wisely considered, deserves a death; For thinke this (Amurath) this woman may, Prostrate he delicate and Ivory limbes, To some base Page, or Scul, or shrunk up Dwarf: Or let some Groome lye feeding on her lips, She may devise some mishapen trick, To satiate her goatish Amurath, And from her bended knees at Meditation, Be taken by some slave toth' deepe of Hell! Th'art a brave Creature, were thou not a woman: ! Come! thou shalt see my well-kept vow, And know my hate, which saw me dote but now: Schahin! ! Captaines ho!