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 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Discharge these honest Sailors that have brought Our Chests ashore, and pray them have a care, Those merchandise be safe we left aboard: As Heaven hath blessed us with a fortunate Voyage, In which we bring home riches with our healths, So let not us prove niggards in our store; See them paid well, and to their full content. I shall Sir. Then return: These special things, And of most value, we'll not trust aboard; methinks they are not safe till they see home, And there repose, where we will rest ourselves, And bid farewell to Travel; for I vow, After this hour, no more to trust the Seas, Nor throw me to such danger. I could wish You had took your leave o'th' Land too. And now it much rejoiceth me, to think What a most sudden welcome I shall bring, both to my Friends and private Family. Oh, but how much more welcome had he been, That had brought certain tidings of thy death. But soft, what's this? my own gates shut upon me, And bar their Master entrance? whose's within there? How, no man speak, are all asleep or dead, That no soul stirs to open? What mad man's that, who weary of his life, Dares once lay hand on these accursed gates? whose's that? my servant Reignald. My old Master, Most glad I am to see you; Are you well Sir? Thou seest I am. But are you sure you are? Feel you no change about you? Pray you stand off. What strange and unexpected greetings this, That thus a man may knock at his own gates, Beat with his hands and feet, and call thus loud, And no man give him entrance? Said you Sir; Did your hand touch that hammer? Why, whose else? But are you sure you touched it? How else, I prithee, could I have made this noise? You touched it then? I tell thee yet I did. Oh for the love I bear you, Oh me most miserable, you, for you own sake, Of all alive most wretched; Did you touch it? Why, say I did? You have then a sin committed, No sacrifice can expiate to the Dead; But yet I hope you did not. 'Tis past hope, The deed is done, and I repent it not. You and all yours will do't. In this one rashness, You have undone us all; Pray be not desperate, But first thank Heaven that you have escaped thus well; Come from the gate, yet further, further yet, And tempt your fate no more; Command your servants Give off and come no nearer, they are ignorant, And do not know the danger, therefore pity That they should perish in 't; 'Tis full seven months, Since any of your house durst once set foot Over that threshold. Prithee speak the cause? First look about, beware that no man hear, Command these to remove. Be gone. Now speak. Oh Sir, This house is grown Prodigious, Fatal, Disastrous unto you and yours.
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Discharge these honest Sailors that haue brought Our Chests a shore, and pray them haue a care, Those merchandise be safe we left aboord: As Heauen hath blest vs with a fortunate Voyage, In which we bring home riches with our healthes, So let not vs prooue niggards in our store; See them paid well, and to their full content. I shall Sir. Then returne: These speciall things, And of most value, weele not trust aboord; Meethinkes they are not safe till they see home, And there repose, where we will rest our selues, And bid farewell to Trauell; for I vow, After this houre, no more to trust the Seas, Nor throw mee to such danger. I could wish You had tooke your leaue oth' Land too. And now it much reioyceth me, to thinke What a most sudden welcome I shall bring, both to my Friends and priuate Family. Oh, but how much more welcome had he beene, That had brought certaine tidings of thy death. But soft, what's this? my owne gates shut vpon me, And barre their Master entrance? Whose within there? How, no man speake, are all asleepe or dead, That no soule stirres to open? What madde man's that, who weary of his life, Dares once lay hand on these accursed gates? Whose that? my seruant Reignald. My old Master, Most glad I am to see you; Are you well Sir? Thou see'st I am. But are you sure you are? Feele you no change about you? Pray you stand off. What strange and vnexpected greetings this, That thus a man may knocke at his owne gates, Beat with his hands and feet, and call thus loud, And no man giue him entrance? Said you Sir; Did your hand touch that hammer? Why, whose else? But are you sure you toucht it? How else, I prethee, could I haue made this noise? You toucht it then? I tell thee yet I did. Oh for the loue I beare you, Oh me most miserable, you, for you owne sake, Of all aliue most wretched; Did you touch it? Why, say I did? You haue then a sinne committed, No sacrifice can expiate to the Dead; But yet I hope you did not. 'Tis past hope, The deed is done, and I repent it not. You and all yours will doo't. In this one rashnes, You haue vndone vs all; Pray be not desperate, But first thanke Heauen that you haue escapt thus well; Come from the gate, yet further, further yet, And tempt your fate no more; Command your seruants Giue off and come no neerer, they are ignorant, And doe not know the danger, therefore pity That they should perish in 't; 'Tis full seuen moneths, Since any of your house durst oce set foot Ouer that threshold. Prethee speake the cause? First looke about, beware that no man heare, Command these to remooue. Be gone. Now speake. Oh Sir, This house is growne Prodigious, Fatall, Disasterous vnto you and yours.