Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico · published 1575 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea typicality 0.61 · 517 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Why stay I long to end a woeful tale? We trust his Duchess, and up the foresail goes, We fall on knees amid the happy gale, (Which by God's will full kind and calmly blows) And unto him we there unfold our bale, Whereon to think I write and weep for joy, That pleasant song the hundredth and seventh Psalm, There did we read to comfort our annoy, Which to my soul (me thought) was sweet as balm, Yea far more sweet than any worldly joy. And when he had with prayers praised the Lord, Our (b) Edell Bloetts, 'gan fall to eat and drink, And for their sauce, at taking up the board The ship so struck (as all we thought to sink) Against the ground. Then all with one accord We fell again on knees to pray apace, And therewithal even at the second blow, (The number cannot from my mind outpace) Our helm struck of, and we must fleet and flow, Where wind and waves would guide us by their grace. The wind waxed calm as I have said before, (O mighty God so didst thou suage our woes) The selly ship was soused and smitten sore, With counter buffets, blows and double blows. At last the keel which might endure no more, 'Gan rend in twain and sucked the water in: Then might you see pale looks and woeful cheer, Then might you hear loud cries and deadly din: Well noble minds in perils best appear, And boldest hearts in bale will never blinne. For there were some (of whom I will not say That I was one) which never changed hue, But pumped apace, and laboured every way To save themselves, and all their lovely crew, Which cast the best freight overboard away, Both corn and cloth, and all that was of weight. Which halde and pulled at every helping cord, Which prayed to God and made their conscience straight. As for myself: I here protest my Lord, My words were these: O God in heaven on height, Behold me not as now a wicked wight, A sack of sin, a wretch ywrapt in wroth, Let no fault past (O Lord) offend thy sight, But weigh my will which now those faults doth loathe, And of thy mercy pity this our plight. Even thou good God which of thy grace didst say That for one good, thou wouldst all Sodom save, Behold us all: thy shining beams display, Some here (I trust) thy goodness shall engrave, To be chaste vessels unto thee alway, And so to live in honour of thy name: Believe me Lord, thus to the Lord I said. But there were some (alas the more their blame) Which in the pump their only comfort laid, And trusted that to turn our grief to game. Alas (quoth I) our pump good God must be, Our sail, our stern, our tackling, and our trust. Some other cried to clear the shipboate free, To save the chief and leave the rest in dust. Which word once spoke (a wondrous thing to see)
Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico
Publication year (edition)
1575
First performance / composition (Annals)
1566
First performance (BritDrama)
1566 [1566-1567]
Genre (British Drama)
tragedy
Play type
Translation;Nonprofessional;University/Inns of Court
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 107 · TCP A01514 · DEEP 5007.03
Edition role
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 3918–3977 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 65 of 68 in this edition
Length
517 words · 669 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T50 — Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea and landcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.607 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Why ſtaye I long to ende a wofull tale? We truſt his Dutch, and vp the foreſayle goes, We fall on knées amyd the happy gale, (Which by Gods will full kynd and calmely blowes) And vnto him we there vnfolde our bale, Whereon to thinke I wryte and wéepe for ioye, That pleaſant ſong the hundreth and ſeuenth Pſalme, There dyd we reade to comfort our annoye, Which to my ſoule (me thought) was ſwéete as balme, Yea farre more ſwéete than any worldly ioye. And when he had with prayers prayſd the Lord, Our Edell Bloetts, gan fall to eate and drinke, And for their ſauce, at takyng vp the borde The ſhippe ſo ſtrake (as all we thought to ſinke) Againſt the ground. Then all with one accorde We fell againe on knées to pray apace, And therewithall euen at the ſecond blowe, (The number cannot from my minde outpace) Our helme ſtrake of, and we muſt fléete and flowe, Where winde and waues would guide vs by their grace. The winde waxt calme as I haue ſayde before, (O mightie God ſo didſt thou ſwage our woes) The ſelly ſhippe was ſowſt and ſmitten ſore, With counter buffetts, blowes and double blowes. At laſt the kéele which might endure no more, Gan rende in twayne and ſuckt the water in: Then might you ſée pale lookes and wofull cheare, Then might you heare loude cries and deadly dinne: Well noble minds in perils beſt appeare, And boldeſt harts in bale will neuer blinne. For there were ſome (of whome I will not ſay That I was one) which neuer changed hew, But pumpt apace, and labord euery way To ſaue themſelues, and all their louely crew, Which caſt the beſt fraight ouerboorde away, Both corne and cloth, and all that was of weight. Which halde and pulde at euery helping corde, Which prayed to God and made their conſcience ſtreight. As for my ſelf: I here proteſt my Lorde, My words were theſe: O God in heauen on height, Behold me not as now a wicked wight, A ſacke of ſinne, a wretch ywrapt in wroth, Let no fault paſt (O Lord) offende thy ſight, But weye my will which now thoſe faults doth lothe, And of thy mercy pittie this our plight. Euen thou good God which of thy grace didſt ſaye That for one good, thou wouldſt all Sodome ſaue, Behold vs all: thy ſhyning beames diſplaye, Some here (I truſt) thy goodneſſe ſhall engraue, To be chaſt veſſels vnto thée alwaye, And ſo to liue in honour of thy name: Beleue me Lord, thus to the Lord I ſayde. But there were ſome (alas the more their blame) Which in the pumpe their onely comfort layde, And truſted that to turne our griefe to game. Alas (quod I) our pumpe good God muſt be, Our ſayle, our ſterne, our tackling, and our truſt. Some other cried to cleare the ſhipboate frée, To ſaue the chiefe and leaue the reſt in duſt. Which word once ſpoke (a wondrous thing to ſée)