Heywood, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written c.1627 (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
'tis the care of Fathers; and the weakness Incident to youth, that wants experience. I was at the beginning of the Battle, But here comes some, that it seems Were at the rifling of the dead Carcases; For by their mirth, they have had part of the Spoil. Youare pleasant, Oendemen, what Might be the Subject of your pleasant sport, It promiseth some pleasure? If their recreation be, as I make no question, on truth grounded, 'twill beget sudden laughter. What's the Project? Who shall relate it. Master Geraldine, if there be any thing can please my Ear, With pleasant sounds, your Tongue must be the Instrument, On which the String must strike. Be't his then. Nay hear it, 'tis a good one. we entreat you, Possess us o'th' Novel, Speak, good Sir. I shall then, with a kind of Barbarism, Shadow a jest, that asks a smoother Tongue, For in my poor discourse, I do protest, 'twill but lose his luster. You are Modest. However speak, I pray; For my sake do't? This is like a hasty Pudding, longer in eating then it was in making. Then thus it was, this Gentleman and I, passed but just now, by your next neighbour's house, Where as they say, dwells one Young Lionell. Where I was tonight at Supper. An unthrift Youth, his Father now at Sea. Why that's they very Subject, upon which It seems, this jest is grounded, there this Night, Was a great feast. Why so I told you, Sir. be thou still dumb, 'tis he that I would hear. In the height of their Carousing, all their brains, Warmed with the heat of Wine; Discourse was offered, Of Ships, and Storms at Sea; when suddenly, Out of his giddy wildness, one conceives The Room wherein they quaffed, to be a Pinnace, moving and Floating; and the confused Noise, To be the murmuring Winds, Gusts, Mariners; That their unsteadfast Footing, did proceed From rocking of the Vessel: This conceived, Each one begins to apprehend the danger, And to look out for safety, fly saith one Up to the Manne-top, and discoverer; He Climbs by the bed post, to the Taster, there Reports a Turbulent Sea and Tempest towards; And will them if they'll save their Ship and lines, To cast their Lading overboard; At this All fall to Work, and Hoist into the Street, As to the Sea, What next come to their hand, Stools, Tables, trestles, Trenchers, bedsteads, Cups, Pots, Plate, and Glasses; Here a fellow Whistles, They take him for the Boatswain, one lies struggling Upon the floor, as if he swum for life, A third, takes the bass-viol for the Cockboat, Sits in the belly on't, labours and Rows; His Oar, the Stick with which the Fiddler played; A fourth, bestrides his Fellows, thinking to scape As did Arion, on the dolphin's back, Still fumbling on a gittern.
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Tis the care of Fathers; and the weakenesse Incident to youth, that wants experience. I was at the beginning of the Battell, But heere comes some, that it seemes Were at the rifling of the dead Carcasses; For by their mirth, they haue had part of the Spoile. Youare pleasant, Oendemen, what Might be the Subiect of your pleasant sport, It promiseth some pleasure? If their recreation Bee, as I make no question, on truth grounded, 'twill beger sudden laughter. What's the Proiect? Who shall relate it. Master Geraldine, if there be any thing can please my Eare, With pleasant soundes, your Tongue must be the Instrument, On which the Sring must strike. Bee't his then. Nay heare it, 'tis a good one. Wee intreat you, Possesse vs oth' Nouell, Speake, good Sir. I shall then, with a kind of Barbarisme, Shaddow a Ieast, that askes a smoother Tongue, For in my poore discourse, I doeprotest, 'twill but loose his luster. You are Modest. Howeuer speake, I pray; For my sake doo't? This is like a hastie Pudding, longer in eating then it was in making. Then thus it was, this Gentleman and I, Past but iust now, by your next Neighbours house, Where as they say, dwels one Young Lionell. Where I was to night at Supper. An vnthrist Youth, his Father now at Sea. Why that's they very Subiect, vpon which It seemes, this Iest is grounded, there this Night, Was a great feast. Why so I told you, Sir. Bee thou still dumbe, 'tis-hee that I would heare. In the height of their Carowsing, all their braines, Warm'd with the heat of Wine; Discourse was offer'd, Of Ships, and Stormes at Sea; when suddenly, Out of his giddy wildnesse, one conceiues The Roome wherein they quafft, to be a Pinnace, Moouning and Floating; and the confused Noise, To be the murmuring Windes, Gusts, Marriners; That their vnstedfast Footing, did proced From rocking of the Vessell: This conceiu'd, Each one begins to apprehend the danger, And to looke out for safety, flie saith one Vp to the Manne-top, and discourer; Hee Climbes by the bed post, to the Teaster, there Reports a Turbulent Sea and Tempest towards; And wills them if they'le saue their Ship and lines, To cast their Lading ouer-board; At this All fall to Worke, and Hoyste into the Street, As to the Sea, What next come to their hand, Stooles, Tables, Tressels, Trenchers, Bed-steds, Cups, Pots, Plate, and Glasses; Heere a fellow Whistles, They take him for the Boat-swaine, one lyes strugling Vpon the floore, as if he swome for life, A third, takes the Base-violl for the Cock-boate, Sits in the belly on't, labours and Rowes; His Oare, the Sticke with which the Fidler plaid; A fourth, bestrides his Fellowes, thinking to scape As did Arion, on the Dolphins backe, Still fumbling on a gitterne.