The Vow Breaker, or The Fair Maid of Clifton · chunk 35 of 36
Sampson, William · published 1636 · first performed or written 1625 [1625(?)-1636] (Annals) tragedy T57 Ships, merchants and pirates typicality 0.67 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
And Miles the Miller of Ruddington gentleman, and Soldier what make you here? Alas sir to borrow a few ribbands, bracelets, earrings wiretires, and silk girdles, and handkerchers for a Morris, and a show before the Queen. Miles you came to steal my Niece. Oh Lord sir; I came to furnish the hobby-horse. Get into your hobby-horse, gallop, and be gone then, or i'll morris-dance you— Mistress wait you on me. Farewell good hobby-horse— wee-hee— 'Tis but a jade's trick Mistress Ursula; but patience the enemy to greatness is my content, and in that humour I will forage on like the hobby-Horse. Master Major! We thank you for your entertainment, And for your princely present, a cup of gold! In gratefulness we back return the keys With all the emblems of your government; We in our progress, are a sojourner, Not an inhabitant, we will be so with you; A welcome fuller of bounty, virtue, love, We have not seen; therefore to gratulate As a small token of our princely love, On, to your former motion made for Trent. You'd have it navigable to Gainsborough So to Boston, Kingston, Humber, and Hull; But, what are the causes? By St. Lucy Bess, I am a plain honest Tanner, my brothers here, one a Shoemaker, tother a fell-monger, we are all down right toth' th'hide; I ha' no lawyer's eloquence, our Recorder cannot whistle, but by the bones of sweet St. Lucy welcome, on welcome. I have tasted your welcome, and would fain Grant your design, so you give reason. By St. Lucy, and shall, else i'm an ass, and my brethren Dotterels, Give reason, brother Sheepskin, second me for I must speak Historiography, History I should say, but these hard words cloy my stomach, like lumps of Bacon. you're a merry man Master Major. I were a Traitor else, I wooed not be merry with thee, Bess still welcome, and welcome; On, to your Charter. Thus it was, Edward the first from whom we bear our arms, Three Crowns displayed in an Azure field, First, 'gan to make our River navigable, Small barks it bore, but not of that full weight, That were transportable for our affairs, In the two Edward's the second, and third, Unto the second Richard it continued Till Bolingbroke began! then Harry the fift, And Percy fell at odds; in which division, Dividing of the land; Glendower began To stop the watercourses of flowing Trent, By that means our navigable course was stopped, And where before we usually transported With things un-numerous from Hull to us! And in return relieved the neighbour coast, With fuel, and commodities of great use. As Wool, Lead, Corn, fruits, and Iron; We now have neither; but with double cost, This is the cause why we entreat your Grace To sign our patent, and by St Lucy, Bess; we'll pray for thee, and that's thy full reward.
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And Miles the Miller of Ruddington gentleman, and Souldier what make you here? Alas sir to borrow a few ribbandes, bracelets, eare-rings wyertyers, and silke girdles, and hand-kerchers for a Morice, and a show before the Queene. Miles you came to steale my Neece. Oh Lord sir; I came to furnish the hobby-horse. Get into your hobby-horse, gallop, and be gon then, or i'le Morisdance you—Mistris waite you on me. Farewell good hobby-horse—weehee— 'Tis but a jades tricke Mistris Vrsula; but patience the enemy to greatnes is my content, and in that humour I will forrage on like the hobby-Horse. Master Major! We thanke you for your entertainment, And for your princely present, a cup of gold! In gratefullnes we backe returne the keyes With all the embleames of your government; We in our progresse, are a sojourner, Not an inhabitant, we will be so with you; A welcome fuller of bounty, vertue, love, We have not seene; therefore to gratulate As a small token of our princely love, On, to your former motion made for Trent. You'd have it navigable to Gainsborough So to Boston, Kingston, Humber, and Hull; But, what are the causes? By St. Lucy Besse, I am a plaine honest Tanner, my brothers here, one a Shoo-maker, to'ther a Felmonger, we are all downe right toth'hide; I ha'noe Lawyers eloquence, our Recorder cannot whistle, but by the bones of sweete St. Lucy welcome, on welcome. I have tasted your welcome, and would faine Grant your designe, soe you give reason. By St. Lucy, and shall, elce i'man asse, and my bretheren Dotterells, Give reason, brother Sheeps-kin, second me for I must speake Historiography, History I should say, but these hard words cloy my stomacke, like lumpes of Bacon. Ya'r a merry man Master Major. I were a Traitour elce, I woo'd not be merry with thee, Besse still welcome, and welcome; On, to your Charter. Thus it was, Edward the first from whom we beare our armes, Three Crownes displaied in an Azure feilde, First, 'gan to make our River navigable, Small barks it bore, but not of that full weight, That were transportable for our affaires, In the two Edwards the second, and third, Vnto the second Richard it continu'd Till Bulling-brooke began! then Harry the fift, And Pearcy fell at odds; in which division, Dividing of the land; Glendower began To stop the water-courses of flowing Trent, By that meanes our navigable course was stop'd, And where before we usually transported With things un-numerous from Hull to us! And in returne releiv'd the neighbour coaste, With fuell, and commodities of great use. As Wooll, Lead, Corne, fruits, and Iron; We now have neyther; but with double cost, This is the cause why we entreate your Grace To signe our pattent, and by St Lucy, Besse; Wee'le pray for thee, and that's thy full reward.