Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico · published 1575 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 513 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Aloof, aloof, then cried the Master out, The Stearesmate strives to send us from the shore, And trusts the stream, whereof we erst had doubt, 'Tween two extreme thus were we tossed sore, And went to (b) Hull, until we leisure had To talk at large, and eke to know the cause What mood had made our Pilot look so sad. At last the dutch with butterbitten jaws, (For so he was a dutch, a Devil, a swad, A fool, a drunkard, or a traitor tone) 'Gan answer thus: (c) Ghy zijt te uroegh here come, Tuniet goet tijt and standing all alone, 'Gan preach to us, which fools were all and some To trust him fool, in whom there skill was none. Or what knew we if Albaes' subtle brain (So to prevent our enterprise by treazon) Had him subornde to 'tice us to this train And so himself (per Company and season) For spite, for hate, or else for hope of gain. This must we think that (e) Alba would not spare To give out gold for such a sinful deed: And glistering gold can oftentimes ensnare, Moore perfect wits than Holland soil doth breed. But let that pass, and let us now compare Our own fond fact with this his foul offence. We knew him not, nor where he word that time, Nor if he had Pilots experience, Or Pylats' craft, to clear himself from crime. Yea more than that (how void were we of sense) We had small smack of any tale he told, He powered out Duchess to drown us all in drink, And we (wise men) upon his words were bold, To run on head: but let me now bethink The master's speech: and let me so unfold The depth of all this foolish oversight. The master spoke even like a skilful man, And said I sail the Seas both day and night, I know the tides as well as other can, From pole to pole I can the courses plight: I know France, Spain, Gréece, Denmark, Dasisk & all, Freeze, Flaunders, Holland, every coast I know, But truth to tell, it seldom doth befall, That English merchants ever bend their bow To shoot at Breyll, where now our flight should fall, They sand their shafts farther for greater gain. So that this haven is yet (quoth he) (a) uncouth, And God grant now that England may attain Such gains by Breyll, (a gospel on that mouth) As is desired: thus spoke the master plain. And since (said he) myself knew not the sown, How could I well a better Pilot find, Than this (which first) did say he dwelled in town, And knew the way where ever sat the wind? While we thus talk, all sails are taken down, And we to Hull (as erst I said) 'gan wend, Till full two hours and somewhat more were passed, Our guide than spoke in Dutch and bade us bend All sails again: for now quoth he (at last) Die tijt is goet, dat heb ick well bekend.
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Aloofe, aloofe, then cried the Maiſter out, The Steareſmate ſtriues to ſende vs from the ſhore, And truſtes the ſtreame, whereof wée earſt had doubt, Twéene two extréeme thus were we toſſed ſore, And went to Hull, vntill we leyzure had To talke at large, and eke to know the cauſe What moode had made our Pylot looke ſo ſad. At laſt the Dutche with butterbitten iawes, (For ſo he was a Dutche, a Deuill, a ſwadde, A foole, a drunkarde, or a traytour tone) Gan aunſwere thus: Ghy zijt te vroegh here come, Tuniet goet tijt and ſtanding all alone, Gan preache to vs, which fooles were all and ſome To truſt him foole, in whom there ſkill was none. Or what knew wee if Albaes ſubtill brayne (So to preuent our enterpryſe by treazon) Had him ſubornde to tice vs to this trayne And ſo him ſelfe (per Companye and ſeazon) For ſpite, for hate, or elſe for hope of gayne. This muſt we thinke that Alba would not ſpare To giue out gold for ſuch a ſinfull déede: And gliſtring gold can oftentimes enſnare, More perfect wits than Holland ſoyle doth bréede. But let that paſſe, and let vs now compare Our owne fond fact with this his foule offence. We knew him not, nor where he wond that time, Nor if he had Pylots experience, Or Pylats crafte, to cleare him ſelfe from crime. Yea more than that (how voyde were we of ſenſe) We had ſmall ſmacke of any tale he tolde, He powrde out Dutch to drowne vs all in drinke, And we (wiſe men) vppon his words were bolde, To runne on head: but let me now bethinke The maſters ſpéech: and let me ſo vnfold The depth of all this fooliſh ouerſight. The maſter ſpake euen like a ſkilfull man, And ſayde I ſayle the Seas both day and night, I know the tides as well as other can, From pole to pole I can the courſes plight: I know France, Spaine, Gréece, Denmarke, Daſiſk & all, Frize, Flaunders, Holland, euery coaſt I know, But truth to tell, it ſeldome doth befall, That Engliſh merchants euer bend their bowe To ſhoote at Breyll, where now our flight ſhould fall, They ſend their ſhafts farder for greater gayne. So that this hauen is yet (quoth he) vnkouth, And God graunt now that England may attayne Such gaines by Breyll, (a goſpell on that mouth) As is deſired: thus ſpake the maſter playne. And ſince (ſaide he) my ſelfe knew not the ſowne, How could I well a better Pylot fynde, Than this (which firſt) did ſaye he dwelt in towne, And knew the way where euer ſat the wynde? While we thus talke, all ſayles are taken downe, And we to Hull (as earſt I ſayd) gan wend, Till full two houres and ſomewhat more were paſt, Our guyde then ſpake in Dutch and bad vs bend All ſayles againe: for now quod he (at laſt) Die tijt is goet, dat heb ick weell bekend.