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 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Till that day come, you shall reserve yourself A single man; Converse nor company With any Woman, Contract nor Combine, With Maid, or Widow; which expected hour, As I do wish not haste, so when it happens, It shall not come unwelcome; You here all, Vow this. By all that you have said, I swear, and by this Kiss Confirm. Y'are now my Brother, But then, my second Husband. we had a stormy night on't. The Wine still works, And with the little rest they have took tonight, They are scarce come to themselves. Now 'tis a Calm, Thanks to those gentle Seagods, that have brought us To this safe Harbour; Can you tell their names? He with the Paintedstaff, I heard you call Neptune. The dreadful god of Seas, Upon whose back near stuck March flees. One with the Bill, keeps Neptune's porpoises, So Ovid says in's Metamorphosis. A third the learned Poets write on, And as they say, His name is Triton. These are the Marine gods, to whom my father In his long voyage prays too; Cannot they That brought us to our Haven, bury him In their Abyss? For if he safe arrive, I with these Sailors, Syrens, and what not, Am sure here to be shipwrecked. Stand up stiff. But that the ship so totters: I shall fall. If thou fall, I'll fall with thee. Now I sink, And as I dive and drown, Thus by degrees, I'll pluck thee to the bottom. A main for England, See, see, The Spaniard now strikes Sail. So must you all. Whence is your ship, from the Bermoothes? Worse, I think from Hell: We are all Lost, Split, Shipwrecked, and undone, This place is a mere quicksands. So we feared. where's my young Master? Here man, speak, the News? The News is, I, and you— What? she, and all these— I? We, and all ours, are in one turbulent Sea Of Fear, Despair, Disaster and mischance swallowed: Your father, Sir— Why, what of him? He is, Oh I want breath. Where? Landed, and at hand. Upon what coast? Who saw him? ay, these eyes. Oh Heaven, what shall I do then? Ask ye me what shall become of you, that have not yet Had time of study to dispose myself; I say again, I was upon the Key, I saw him land, and this way bend his course; What drunkard's this, that can out sleep a storm Which threatens all our ruins? Wake him. Ho, Rioter, awake. Yes, I am wake; How dry hath this Salt-water made me; Boy, Give me th' other Glass. Arise, I say, My Fathers come from Sea. If he be come, Bid him be gone again. Can you trifle at such a time, when your Inventions. Brains, Wits, Plots, Devices, Stratagems, and all Should be at one in action? each of you That love your safeties, lend your helping hands, Women and all, to take this drunkard hence, And to bestow him else where.
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Till that day come, you shall reserue your selfe A single man; Conuerse nor company With any Woman, Contract nor Combine, With Maid, or Widow; which expected houre, As I doe wish not haste, so when it happens, It shall not come vnwelcome; You here all, Vow this. By all that you haue said, I sweare, and by this Kisse Confirme. Y'are now my Brother, But then, my second Husband. Wee had a stormy night on't. The Wine still workes, And with the little rest they haue tooke to night, They are scarce come to themselues. Now 'tis a Calme, Thankes to those gentle Sea-gods, that haue brought vs To this safe Harbour; Can you tell their names? He with the Painted-staffe, I heard you call Neptune. The dreadfull god of Seas, Vpon whose backe neere stucke March flees. One with the Bill, keepes Neptunes Porposes, So Ouid sayes in's Metamorphosis. A third the learned Poets write on, And as they say, His name is Triton. These are the Marine gods, to whom my father In his long voyage prayes too; Cannot they That brought vs to our Hauen, bury him In their Abisse? For if he safe ariue, I with these Sailors, Syrens, and what not, Am sure heere to be shipwrackt. Stand vp stiffe. But that the ship so totters: I shall fall. If thou fall, Ile fall with thee. Now I sincke, And as I diue and drowne, Thus by degrees, Ile plucke thee to the bottome. A maine for England, See, see, The Spaniard now strikes Saile. So must you all. Whence is your ship, from the Bermoothes? Worse, I thinke from Hell: We are all Lost, Split, Shipwrackt, and vndone, This place is a meere quick-sands. So we feared. Wher's my young Master? Heere man, speake, the Newes? The Newes is, I, and you— What? Shee, and all these— I? We, and all ours, are in one turbulent Sea Of Feare, Dispaire, Disaster and mischance swallowed: Your father, Sir— Why, what of him? He is, Oh I want breath. Where? Landed, and at hand. Vpon what coast? Who saw him? I, these eyes. Oh Heauen, what shall I doe then? Aske ye me what shall become of you, that haue not yet Had time of studdy to dispose my selfe; I say againe, I was vpon the Key, I saw him land, and this way bend his course; What drunkard's this, that can out sleepe a storme Which threatens all our ruines? Wake him. Ho, Rioter, awake. Yes, I am wake; How dry hath this Salt-water made me; Boy, Giue me th' other Glasse. Arise, I say, My Fathers come from Sea. If he be come, Bid him be gone againe. Can you trifle at such a time, when your Inuentions. Braines, Wits, Plots, Deuices, Stratagems, and all Should be at one in action? each of you That loue your safeties, lend your helping hands, Women and all, to take this drunkard hence, And to bestow him else where.