Heywood, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Y'ave given both me and my fear's satisfaction, I shall report you noble, and esteem my credit Much richer than I did: As I said, my opposer Had man enough in him, and indeed more Than I have known in many. The Land breeds few other: what's here, a Market of Slaves? Manly proportions? Ha! Mont. Ferrers? Death! My mortal foe? how is my poor life hunted? You do not know me? I must give you one lie, to say I do. 'Tis surely he, yet if it be, mischance Has made him much unlike himself, when he And I vied valour on the purple deck, He wot a look more manly; I'll try further. Were you ne'er Captain of a Ship at Sea? I had ne'er been slave unto a Turk, ashore else. Of England? your name Ferrars? Rather than deny— My name and Country, I'll acknowledge any Thing base or deadly: I confess you know me, You shall know me too, ere we part. I shall? Unto some cost you shall, trust tot. If Fate Has writ my name in her black book: and this The hindmost minute of my hours, I scorn To bribe the Beldame to wipe't out again. You know the Gentleman conferred with you? For a bold Foe, and a proud Spaniard. You may have cause to say so: h'as sent you Ransom. My ransom? Why? Why should he ransom me? Nay rather, why should I ask that? I saw Inveterate hate flame in his burning eye, He frees me from slight bondage of the Turk To slave me to himself, and exercise New tyranny: he meets a living grave That's vassal unto him, was once his slave; That fate o'ertakes me: I will not accept it. Your reason? Not that I desire to live Slave to a Turk, or fear the bloody usage Of an ambitious Spaniard: Death is but death What shape soe'er he comes in. Why are ye so loath to meet him then? Though you cannot enforce so much, I'll tell you, See you this man? One that with me hath fronted The wrath, and utmost violence of Fate, Should mine own Countrymen, nay, natural mother, Or my kind Sister, whose fair eyes I honour, Should the best Lord of these have sent my ransom, Had it come single without his, as this, I would have spurned, and sent it back. You would Sir? We shall return so much. And be persuaded to find usage answerable to your Contempt. Why for my sake do you neglect your freedom? Because for mine, thou hast not loved thy life, But thrown it upon dangers more than common: Because for me, thou left'st thy native land, Father and Friends, and to make me a fortune Unmade thine own; gav'st both thyself and fate Wholly to me; think me not so unjust To lose a jewel made o'er to me in trust. But they return.
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Y'ave given both me and my feares satisfaction, I shall report you noble, and esteeme my credit Much richer than I did: As I said, my opposer Had man enough in him, and indeed more Then I have knowne in many. The Land breeds few other: what's here, a Market of Slaves? Manly proportions? Ha! Mont. Ferrers? Death! My mortall foe? how is my poore life hunted? You doe not know me? I must give you ne lie, to say I doe. 'Tis surely hee, yet if it be, mischance Has made him much unlike himselfe, when he And I vy'd valour on the purple deck, He wote a looke more manly; I'le try further. Were you nere Captaine of a Ship at Sea? I had nere been slave unto a Turke, a shore else. Of England? your name Ferrs? Rather than deny— My name and Country, I'le acknowledge any Thing base or deadly: I confesse you know me, You shall know me too, ere we part. I shall? Vnto some cost you shall, trust tot. If Fate Has writ my name in her blacke booke: and this The hind-most minute of my howers, I scorne To bribe the Beldame to wipe't out againe. You know the Gentleman confer'd with you? For a bold Foe, and a proud Spanyard. You may have cause to say so: rh'as sent you Ransome. My ransome? Why? Why should he ransome me? Nay rather, why should I aske that? I saw Inveterate hate flame in his burning eye, He frees me from slight bondage of the Turke To slave me to himselfe, and exercise New tyranny: he meets a living grave That's vassall unto him, was once his slave; That fate o'retakes me: I will not accept it. Your reason? Not that I desire to live Slave to a turke, or feare the bloodie usage Of an ambitious Spanyard: Death is but death What shape so ere he comes in. Why are ye so loath to meete him then? Though you cannot inforce so much, Ile tell you, See you this man? One that with me hath fronted The wrath, and utmost violence of Fate, Should mine owne Countrimen, nay, naturall mother, Or my kind Sister, whose faire eyes I honour, Should the best Lord of thse have sent my ransome, Had it come single without his, as this, I would have spu'd, and sent it backe. You would Sir? We shall returne so much. And be perswaded to finde usage answerable to your Contempt. Why for my sake doe you neglect your freedome? Because for mine, thou hast not lov'd thy life, But throwneit upon dangers more than common: Because for me, thou left'st thy native land, Father and Friends, and to make me a fortune Vnmade thine owne; gav'st both thy selfe and fate Wholly to me; thinke me not so unjust To lose a Iewell made o're to me in trust. But they returne.