Heywood, Thomas / Brome, Richard · published 1634 · first performed or written 1634 (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
COrrantoes sailing, and no foot post late Possessing us with New; of foreign State, No accidents abroad worthy Relation Arriving here, we are forced from our own Nation To ground the Scene that's now in agitation. The Project unto many here well known; Those Witches the fat jailor brought to Town, An Argument so thin, persons so low Can neither yield much matter, nor great show. Expect no more than can from such be raised, So may the Scene pass pardoned, though not praised. Was ever sport of expectation, Thus crossed in th' height. Tush these are accidents, all game is (subject to. So you may call them Chances, or crosses, or what else you please, But for my part, I'll hold them prodigies, As things transcending Nature. O you speak this, Because a Hare hath crossed you. A Hare? a Witch, or rather a Devil I think. For tell me Gentlemen, was't possible In such a fair course, and no covert near, We in pursuit, and she in constant view, Our eyes not wandering but all bent that way, The Dogs in chase, she ready to be ceased, And at the instant, when I durst have laid My life to gauge, my Dog had pinched her, than To vanish into nothing! Somewhat strange, but not as you enforce it, Make it plain That I am in an error, sure I am That I about me have no borrowed eyes. They are mine own, and Matches. She might find some Muse as then not visible to us, And escape that way. Perhaps some Fox had earthed there, And though it be not common, for I seldom Have known or heard the like, there squat herself, And so her scape appear but Natural, Which you proclaim a Wonder. Well well Gentlemen, be you of your own faith, but (what I see And is to me apparent, being in sense, My wits about me, no way tossed nor troubled, o that will I give credit. Come, come, all men Were never of one mind, nor I of yours. To leave this argument, are you resolved Where we shall dine today? Yes where we purposed. That was with Master Generous. True, the same. And where a loving welcome is presumed, Whose liberal Table's never unprepared, Nor he of guests unfurnished, of his means, There's none can bear it with a braver port, And keep his state unshaken, one who sells not Nor covets he to purchase, holds his own Without oppressing others, always pressed To endear to him any known Gentleman In whom he finds good parts. A Character not common in this age. I cannot wind him up Unto the least part of his noble worth. 'tis far above my strength. See who comes yonder, A fourth, to make us a full Mess of guests At Master Generous Table. Tush let him pass, He is not worth our luring, a mere Coxcomb, It is a way to call our wits in question, To have him seen amongst us.
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COrrantoes sailing, and no foot post lte Possessing us with Newe; of forraine State, No accidents abroad worthy Relation Arriving here, we are forc'd from our owne Nation To ground the Scene that's now in agitation. The Project unto many here well knowne; Those Witches the fat Iaylor brought to Towne, An Argument so thin, persons so low Can neither yeeld much matter, nor great show. Expect no more than can from such be rais'd, So may the Scene passe pardond, thoug not prais'd. WAs ever sport of expectation, Thus crost in th▪ height. Tush these are accidents, all game is (subject to. So you may call them Chances, or croses, or what else you please, But for my part, Ile hold them prodigies, As things transcending Nature. O you speake this, Because a Hare hath crost you. A Hare? a Witch, or rather a Divell I think▪ For tell me Gentlemen, was't possible In such a faire course, and no covert neere, We in pursuit, and she in constant view, Our eyes not wandring but all bent that way, The Dogs in chase, she ready to be ceas'd, And at the instant, when I durst have layd My life to gage, my Dog had pincht her, then To vanish into nothing! Somewhat strange, but not as you inforce it, Make it plaine That I am in an error, sure I am That I about me have no borrow'd eyes. They are mine owne, and Matches. She might find some Muse as hen not visible to us, And escape that way. Perhaps some Foxe had earth'd there, And though it be not common, for I seldome Have knowne or heard the like, there squat her selfe, And so her scape appeare but Naturall, Which you proclaime a Wonder. Well well Gentlemen, be yu of your own faith, but (what I see And is to me apparent, being in sence, My wits about me, no way tost nor troubled, o that will I give credit. Come, come, all men Were never of one minde, nor I of yours. To leave this argument, are you resolv'd Where we shall dine to day? Yes where we purpos'd. That was with Master Generous. True, the same. And where a loving welcome is presum'd, Whose liberall Table's never unprepar'd, Nor he of guests unfurnisht, of his meanes, There's none can beare it with a braver port, And keepe his state unshaken, one who sels not Nor covets he to purchase, holds his owne Without oppressing others, alwayes prest To indeere to him any knowne Gentleman In whom he finds good parts. A Character not common in this age. I cannot wind him up Vnto the least part of his noble worth. Tis far above my strength. See who comes yonder, A fourth, to make us a full Messe of guests At Master Generous Table. Tush let him passe, He is not worth our luring, a meere Coxcombe, It is a way to call our its in question, To have him seene amongst us.