Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, Nov 11] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
I am amazed, and my soul much distracted Twixt grief, and wonder, it grows late i'th' morning, I le visit the sad Prisoner, my heart trembles, More can but kill me too, I'm, fit to die, And woes but hasten immortality. How now? what Gamesters? Little to any purpose yet, but we Expect deep play tonight. Will Hazard, I have been seeking thee this Two hours, and now I have found thee, avoid me. thou'rt not infectious. No, but I swell with my imaginations Like a tall Ship, bound for the fortunate Islands; Top, and Top-gallant, my flags, and my fegaries Upon me with a lusty gale of wind Able to rend my sails, I shall o'errun, And sink thy little Bark of understanding In my career boy. Pray heaven rather You do not spring a leak, and forfeit your Ballast, my confident man of War, I Have known as stout a Ship been cast away In sight o'th' Harbour. The wench, the wench boy. The Vessel you have been chasing. Has struck Sail, Is come in, and cries aboard my new Lord of The Mediterranean, we are agreed, This is the precious night Will; twelve the hour; That I must take possession of all, Of all; there are some Articles agreed on. who's this? Oh! the Gamesters now come in: That gay man is a Lord, and with him Sell-away. They are well coupled, a Lord and Sell-away. He wears good clothes you see, and in the street More looked at then the Pageants, he will talk little. To purpose. Right, he cannot walk Out of his cinquepace, and no man carries Legs more in tune, he is danced now from his sempstress. A man much bound to his Tailor. And his Barber. He has a notable head. Of hair thou mean'st. Which is sometime hung in more Bride-laces Than well would furnish out two Country weddings Is he a Scholar? 'tis not necessary. He is neither Scholar, nor a Courtier, If report wrong him not. Will. He plays money freely. With more pride than he wears embroidery. 'tis his ambition to lose that: and A wench maintains his swearing, let him pass. What's next. A Knight, and Acre-less. Good again, a Knight and Acre-less, what's his condition. A Gamester both ways. Where be his Spurs? Hang in his mistress's Petticoat, for which he pawned His Knighthood too, till a good hand redeem it, He will talk you nothing but postilion's Embroideries for his Coach, and Flanders Mares: What several suits for the twelve days at Christmas, How many Ladies dote upon his physiognomy: That he is limited but a hundred pound A month for diet, which will scarce maintain him In Pheasant eggs an Turkey for his motion. Now does his Barge attend him, if he came By water, but if the Dice chance to run counter, He stays till twelve in anger, devours smoke, And desperately will shoot the Bridge at midnight Without a waterman.
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I am amaz'd, and my soule much distracted Twixt griefe, and wonder, it growes late i'th morning, I le visit the sad Prisoner, my hart trembles, More can but kill me too, I'm, fit to die, And woes but hasten immortality. How now? what Gamesters? Little to any purpose yet, but we Expect deepe play to night. Will Hazard, I have beene seeking thee this Two howers, and now I have found thee, avoide me. Thar't not infectious. No, but I swell with my imaginations Like a tall Ship, bound for the fortunate Ilands; Top, and Top-gallant, my flags, and my figaries Upon me with a lustie gale of winde Able to rend my sailes, I shall o'rerunne, And sinke thy little Barke of understanding In my careere boy. Pray heaven rather You do not spring a leake, and forfit your Ballast, my confident man of Warre, I Have knowne as stout a Ship beene cast away In sight o'th Harbour. The wench, the wench boy. The Vessell you have beene chasing. Has strooke Saile, Is come in, and cries abord my new Lord of The Mediterranean, we are agree'd, This is the pretious night Will; twelve the hower; That I must take possession of all, Of all; there are some Articles agreed on. Whoe's this? Oh! the Gamesters now come in: That gaie man is a Lord, and with him Sell-away. They are well coupled, a Lord and Sell-away. He weares good clothes you see, and in the street More look'd at then the Pageants, he will talke litle. To purpose. Right, he cannot walke Out of his sincopace, and no man carries Legs more in tune, he is danc'd now from his sempstresse. A man much bound to his Tailor. And his Barber. He has a notable head. Of haire thou mean'st. Which is sometime hung in more Bride-laces Then well would furnish out two Country weddings Is he a Scholler? Tis not necessary. He is neither Scholler, nor a Courtier, If report wrong him not. VVill. He playes mony freely. With more pride then he weares embrodery. Tis his ambition to loose that: and A wench mainetaines his swearing, let him passe. What's next. A Knight, and Acre-lesse. Good agen, a Knight and Acre-lesse, what's his condition. A Gamester both waies. Where be his Spurres? Hang in his mistresses Peticote, for which hee pawnd His Knight-hood too, till a good hand redeeme it, He will talke you nothing but postilions Embroideries for his Coach, and Flanders Mares: What severall sutes for the twelue dayes at Christmas, How many Ladies dote upon his physnomy: That hee is limited but a hundred pound A month for diet, which will scarce maintaine him In Phesant egges an Turky for his motion. Now does his Barge attend him, if he came By water, but if the Dice chance to runne counter, He stayes till twelue in anger, devours smoke, And desperately will shoot the Bridge at midnight Without a waterman.