Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, Jul 3] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea typicality 0.84 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
My dearest child, Whose very eyes do kindle flames of courage In every soldier, be still safe, and promise thyself a brave revenge. What will become of us Madam? We must take our fortunes, I am sorry For thee. You have some reason for yourself, if any danger follow I know where to place the cause, but I dare suffer with your grace, Passerello Madam, and the Page he's come in good time to relieve our thoughts. Madam. Come pluck up a good heart. 'tis coming out as fast as it can, sweet Didimo hold my head. Come, 'tis but a little sea sickness. sea-sick quotha— a vengeance of all drunken voyages, I can do nothing but— How now Pazzorello? Oh Madam, never did man cast up so much, and had so little skill in Arithmetic, nothing grieves me, but I have not drunk for't. I have a perpetual motion in my belly, the four winds are together by the ears in my small guts, would I had never known the Sea, little did I think— oh— Thou art a fresh water soldier. Fresh water? I know not, be judge by the whole ship, If I was not in a sweet pickle. The worst is past; this is but physic. If I had thought the sea would have given me so many vomits, I would have seen it burned, ere I would ha' ventured so far, I ha' purged both ways, and the enemy had met us before we landed, I should have scoured some on 'em. How do you now? The fit is not so violent altogether, a shipboard I run atilt, howsoever I beseech your grace, that I may go home again. There is no way by land. And a little more jogging at sea— The very word Sea, boils in my stomach, and will make my mouth run over presently— ho it comes, it comes. Madam I have a great desire to attend him, I have cast a plot to make your, highness merry. You'll play the wag with him, we'll trust you to pursue it I humbly thank your grace. Flavia does not the day look black o'th' sudden, It has not the same complexion, I hear A noise too. From the sea it grows loud. 'tis well we are ashore, oh me I tremble To think what would be come on's, and we had Not been afore this tempest, I thank providence I was upon the Sea once in a storm, But they use to clap the women under hatches, I never prayed so in my life; the King! I know not what to think, no sooner Landed, But such a storm pursue us, does not this Affright Rosinda into paleness? dost Not feel an ague? I have rather cause Sir to rejoice, it overtook us not Upon the sea, the fury of it there Might have been fatal.
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My deerest child, Whose very eyes doe kindle flames of courage In every souldier, be still safe, and promise Thy selfe a brave revenge. What will become of us Madam? We must take our fortunes, I am sorry For thee▪ You have some reason for your selfe, if any danger follow I know where to place the cause, but I dare suffer with your grace, Passerello Madam, and the Page Hee's come in good time to releeve our thoughts. Madam. Come plucke up a good heart. Tis comming out as fast as it can, sweete Didimo hold my head. Come, tis but a little sea sicknesse. Seasicke quotha—a vengeance of all drunken voyages, I can doe nothing but— How now Pazzorello? Oh Madam, never did man cast up so much, and had so little skill in Arithmeticke, nothing grieves me, but I have not drunke for't. I have a perpetuall motion in my belly, the foure winds are together by the eares in my small guts, would I had never knowne the Sea, little did I thinke—oh— Thou art a fresh water souldier. Fresh water? I know not, be judge by the whole ship, If I was not in a sweete pickle. The worst is past; this is but physicke. If I had thought the sea would have given me so many vomits, I would have seene it burn'd, ere I would ha ventured so farre, I ha purg'd both wayes, and the enemie had met us before we landed, I should have scour'd some on em. How doe you now? The fit is not so violent altogether, a shipboard I runne a tilt, howsoever I beseech your grace, that I may goe home agen. There is no way by land. And a little more jogging at sea— The very word Sea, boyles in my stomacke, and will make my mouth runne over presently—ho it comes, it comes. Madam I have a great desire to attend him, I have cast a plot to make your, highnesse merry. Youle play the wag with him, wee'le trust you to pursue it I humbly thanke your grace. Flavia does not the day looke blacke o'th suddaine, It has not the same complexion, I heare A noyse too. From the sea it growes loud. Tis well we are a shore, oh me I tremble To thinke what would be come on's, and we had Not beene afore this tempest, I thanke providence I was upon the Sea once in a storme, But they use to clap the women under hatches, I never prayd so in my life; the King! I know not what to thinke, no sooner Landed, But such a storme pursue us, does not this Affright Rosinda into palenesse? dost Not feele an ague? I have rather cause Sir to rejoyce, it overtooke us not Vpon the sea, the furie of it there Might have beene fatall.