Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1634 [licensed for stage, Jun 24] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
My Lord I see you know me, and am blessed The chosen man to serve you, from a troop Of lives at your command, I should have envied His fate, on whom else you had thrown this honour. So resolute? you have not seen sir Walter Peregrine, he's returned. I hear some whisper— I have named my enemy, the defiance comes from him. he's jealous of his wife, good gentleman, And would be a cuckold upon record. Call on me An hour hence, I'll be at home, and use Your friendship for the burden of an answer. I shall think Time hath lost his wings till then. He put me to it cunningly, but his Discovery relieved me, though I make A noise i'th' Town, and am admired for bouncing, I am cool enough i'th' dog-days: my Lords Scrivener. Fortune presents him to my with, the man Of all World most useful to my purpose. Master Confident, Rapture your most humble servant— When saw you the squire's vainman, and Pumicestone? Not since I procured 'em a thousand pound, Now you put me in mind of debts, has not Sir Walter Peregrine a name within Some list of yours? has he no creditors By your acquaintance? I beseech you do not Vex me with his remembrance. I have paid Some moneys for him, he has other friends That would be glad to embrace him. Sure he would not Be such a traitor not to secure thee. Would I could reach him. Why he is returned, Within this four and twenty hours, you may Salute him too. Alas, a sum may be The ruin of thy fortunes, could he have So little charity? I would show As much to him, if I could set my fangs on him. I have ever wished thee well, and if thou dar'st Be secret, I'll direct thee to recover him, I cannot say the debt; may be, the Knight Is poor still. Hang him, Master Confident, It will refresh my heart to be revenged; Some say men's blood, I say their bones are sweetest. I'd make him an example, I'll not tell My shirt on't, how honest Master Confident? Fate dotes upon thee, he, the very he, Be artful, I'll salute him, and delay His pace with some discourse, whilst you Fetch shoulder-clappers, noble Sir Walter Peregrine, I feel a springtide in my heart of joy, Swell to congratulate your safe return, The Town has drooped for your society. You are still the eligant time wit, I am happy To witness both your brain, and body flourish. What news abroad? all expectation Is fixed upon this summer's war, we breathe Nothing but German air, although the chance Of war be uncertain, you can tell which hand Is fortunate, how ha' the Dice run hitherto? there's not much won, or lost. No Towns of note Taken? no convoys of provision Cut off?
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My Lord I see you know me, and am blest The chosen man to serue you, from a troupe Of lives at your command, I should have envied His fate, on whom else you had throwne this honor. Soresolute? you have not seene sir Walter Peregrine, Hee's return'd. I heare some whisper— I have nam'd my enemie, the defyance comes from him. Hee's jealous of his wife, good gentleman, And wod be a cuckold upon record. Call on mee An hower hence, I'le be at home, and use Your friendship for the burden of an answer. I shall thinke Time hath lost his wings till then. He put me to it cunninglie, but his Discoverie releev'd me, though I make A noyse i'th Towne, and am admir'd for bouncing, I am coole enough i'th dogge-days: my Lords Scrivener. Fortune presents him to my with, the man Of all World most usefull to my purpose. Master Confident, Rapture your most humble servant— When saw you the squires Vayne-man, and Pumicestone? Not since I procur'd 'em a thousand pound, Now you put me in minde of debts, has not Sir Walter Peregrine a name within Some list of yours? has he no creditors By your acquaintance? I beseech you doe not Vex me with his remembrance. I have pai'd Some monies for him, he has other friends That would be glad to embrace him. Sure hee would not Be such a traytor not to secure thee. Would I could reach him. Why hee is return'd, Within this foure and twentie howers, you may Salute him too. Alas, a summe may bee The ruine of thy fortunes, could he have So litle charitie? I would shew As much to him, if I could set my phangs on him. I have ever wish'd thee well, and if thou darst Be secret, I'le direct thee to recover him, I cannot say the deb't; may be, the Knight Is poore still. Hang him, Master Confident, It will refresh my hart to be reveng'd; Some say mens blood, I say their bones are sweetest. I'de make him an example, I'le not tell My shirt on't, how honest Master Confident? Fate dotes upon thee, he, the very hee, Be art-full, j'le salute him, and delaie His pace with some discourse, whilst you Fetch shoulder-clappers, noble Sir Walter Peregrine, I feele a spring-tide in my hart of joy, Swell to congratulate your safe returne, The Towne has droup'd for your societie. You are still the eligant time wit, I am happy To witnesse both your braine, and body florish. What news abroad? all expectation Is fixt upon this summers warre, wee breath Nothing but German aire, allthough the chance Of warre be uncertaine, you can tell which hand Is fortunate, how ha the Dice runne hitherto? Ther's not much wonne, or lost. No Townes of note Taken? no convoyes of provision Cut off?