Rowley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1609] (Annals) romance · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
What's your Counsel? Take on some course disguise, what poverty is't But will be rich, being your lives protection. Instruct and aid us some superior power, Which dost behold our forced necessity Brother, it shall be thus; some poor Soldier slain in the Battle will we change habits with: so it may be thought That we are slain, and stay the bloody Inquisition. 'tis well advised, we'll not assay to mend it: This effected Mother, we'll come and take our leaves. What for yourself Madam? Here will I stay, until my eyes like briny Pioneers With their continual Cadence, have digged up A woeful Sepulchre, for these sweet Corpse; And if these sterile Founts prove weak, and dry, Here will I kneel till death has cloyed his Gorge, And left the putrefaction, the mortal damp Shall kiss me to his company for ever. Oh Madam, these are but fruitless apprehensions, And savoureth not of that discreet virtue hath been ever in you: Your story hath been filled with Temperance, Care, and Patience, And all these forbid this barren Sacrifice, lose not yourself In the great loss of your dear Husband, Madam, if you dare trust your person to my protection, I will Conduct you safe into North Wales, Where Powes my Lord, and Father, yet maintains A petty Royalty: Thither if please you wend, we'll either keep or lose ourselves with you. Alas Sir Hugh, little can you promise of safety there, For from fair Winifred, the only Daughter, and Heir To Dun-wallis, I have received too true intelligence; The Barbarous Romans have supplanted peace, Putting to sword, and torture all, that bear the Name of Christians: Nay, even the right Amphiabell Did hold is now so ruinate, I have not left One Subject to command. Heard you this from virtuous Winifred? Much more of woe, the virtuous Maid herself Hath left off State, forsaken Royalty, And keeps a Court so solitary, as it seems More like a Cloister, than a Royal Palace. Hark, our enemies pursue us, if we stay we must resolve for death. Madam, either enjoin us for your safe Conduct along With us, or here defend your life to the last breath? Neither I beseech you gentlemen, will ye accept a poor widows Thanks, for all your loves, 'tis a thin gratitude; But 'tis all I have; I beseech ye haste away, If you do other, I'll not thank you for't. For here i'll stay, and warm this cold remainder, Until some fiend, sent from the infernal pit, Doth separate by force, what Heaven hath knit. Then to the best protection of the Heavens, we leave you to be comforted. That shelter cover you. Come dear Brother, these poor habiliments may find Surer footing, than the rich Robes which Royalty is clad in: If they do, we'll bless the happy Transformation. Mother, your blessing; nothing else we want To further the issue of our unknown fate,
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Whats your Counsell? Take on some course disguise, what poverty ist But will be rich, being your lives protection. Instruct and ayde us some superior power, Which dost behold our forc'd necessity Brother, it shall be thus; some poore Souldier slaine in the Battaile will we change habits with: so it may be thought That wee are slaine, and stay the bloody Inquisition. Tis well advis'd, weele not assay to mend it: This effected Mother, weele come and take our leaves. What for your selfe Madam? Here will I stay, untill my eyes like briny Pyoners With their continuall Cadence, have digg'd up A woefull Sepulcher, for these sweet Corps; And if these sterrill Founts prove weake, and dry, Here will I kneele till death has cloyd his Gorge, And left the putrifaction, the mortall dampe Shall kisse me to his company for ever. Oh Madam, these are but fruitlesse apprehensions, And savoureth not of that discreet vertue hath beene ever in you: Your story hath been fild with Temperance, Care, and Patience, And all these forbid this barren Sacrifice, loose not your selfe In the great losse of your deare Husband, Madam, if you dare trust your person to my protection, I will Conduct you safe into North Wales, Where Powes my Lord, and Father, yet maintaines A petty Royalty: Thither if please you wend, Weele either keepe or loose our selves with you. Alas Sir Hugh, little can you promise of safety there, For from faire Winifred, the onely Daughter, and Heire To Dun-wallis, I have receiv'd too true intelligence; The Barbarous Romans have supplanted peace, Putting to sword, and torture all, that beare the Name of Christians: Nay, even the right Amphiabell Did hold is now so ruinate, I have not left One Subject to command. Heard you this from vertuous Winifred? Much more of woe, the vertuous Maid her selfe Hath left off State, forsaken Royalty, And keepes a Court so solitary, as it seemes More like a Cloyster, then a Royall Pallace. Harke, our enemies persue us, if we stay Wee must resolve for death. Madam, either injoyne us for your safe Conduct along With us, or heere defend your life to the last breath? Neither I beseech you gentlemen, will yee accept a poore widdowes Thankes, for all your loves, tis a thin gratitude; But tis all I have; I beseech yee haste away, If you doe other, Ile not thanke you for't. For here ile stay, and warme this cold remainder, Vntill some fiend, sent from the infernall pit, Doth seperate by force, what Heaven hath knit. Then to the best protection of the Heavens, Wee leave you to be comforted. That shelter cover you. Come deare Brother, these poore habilliments may find Surer footing, than the rich Robes which Royalty is clad in: If they doe, weele blesse the happy Transformation. Mother, your blessing; nothing else wee want To further the issue of our unknowne fate,