Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Then every Christian sought amongst us for his friend, His kinsman or companion, some secure them to lend: And as they ransakte so, lo God his will it was, A noble wise Venetian, by me did chance to pass: Who gazing on my face, did seem to like me well, And what my name, and whence I was, commanded me to tell: I now which waxed bold, as one that scaped had, From deepest hell to highest heaven, began for to be glad: And with a lively spirit, began to pleads my case, And hide not from this worthy man, mine ancient worthy race: And told my father's name, and how I did descend, From Mountacutes by Mother's side, nor there my tale did end. But furthermore I told my Father's late exploit, And how he left his lands, goods & life, to pay son Dieu son droit. Nor of myself I craved so credited to be, For lo there were remaining yet, These four whom here you see. Which all were English borne, and knew I had not lied, And were my Father's soldiers eke, and saw him how he died. This grave Venetian who heard the famous name, Of Mountacutes rehearsed there, which long had been of fame. In Italy, and he of self same worthy race, 'Gan strait with many courteous words, in arms me to embrace. And kissed me on cheek, and bade me make good cheer, And thank the mighty hand of God, for that which happened there, Confessing that he was himself a Montacute, And bore the self same arms that I did quarter in my scute: And for a further proof, he showed in his hat, This token which the Mountacutes did bear always, for that. They covet to be known from Capulets where they pass, For ancient grudge which long ago, between these two houses was. Then took me by the hand, and led me so aboard, His Galley: where there were yféere, full many a comely Lord: Of whom eight Mountacutes did sit in highest place, To whom this first declared first my name, and then my race: Lo Lordings here (quoth he) a babe of our own bloods, Whom Turks had ta'en, his father slain, with loss of lands & goods: See how God favours us, that I should found him now, I strange to him, he strange to me, we met I know not how. But sure when I him saw, and gazed in his face, Me thought he was a Montacute, I chose him by his grace. Herewith he did rehearse my Father's valiant deed, For loss of whom each Montacute, did seem in heart to bleed. They all embraced me then, and strait as you may see, In comely garments trimmeth me up, as brave as brave may be: I was in sackcloth I, now am I clad in Gold, And wear such robes, as I myself take pleasure to behold.
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Then euery Chriſtian ſought amongſt vs for his friende, His kinſman or companion, ſome ſuccour them to lende: And as they ranſakte ſo, loe God his wyll it was, A noble wiſe Venetian, by me dyd chaunce to paſſe: Who gazing on my face, dyd ſéeme to lyke me well, And what my name, and whence I was, commaunded me to tel: I now which waxed bolde, as one that ſcaped had, From déepeſt hell to higheſt heauen, began for to be glad: And with a liuely ſprite, began to plead my caſe, And hid not from this worthy man, myne auntient worthy race: And tolde my fathers name, and howe I dyd deſcende, From Mountacutes by Mothers ſide, nor there my tale dyd ende. But furthermore I tolde my Fathers late exployte, And how he left his lands, goodes & life, to pay ſon Dieu ſon droit. Nor of my ſelfe I craued ſo credited to bée, For lo there were remaining yet, Theſe foure whom here you ſee. Which all were Engliſhe borne, and knewe I had not lyed, And were my Fathers ſouldiors eke, and ſawe him how he dyed. This graue Venetian who heard the famous name, Of Mountacutes reherſed there, which long had bene of fame. In Italy, and he of ſelfe ſame worthy race, Gan ſtraight with many curteous words, in arms me to imbrace. And kyſſed me on chéeke, and bad me make good chéere, And thank the mighty hand of God, for that which hapned there, Confeſſing that he was him ſelfe a Mountacute, And bare the ſelfe ſame armes that I dyd quarter in my ſcute: And for a further proofe, he ſhewed in his hat, This token which the Mountacutes dyd beare alwaies, for that. They couet to be knowne from Capels where they paſſe, For auncient grutch which lōg ago, twene theſe two houſes was. Then tooke me by the hand, and ledde me ſo aboorde, His Galley: where there were yféere, full many a comely Lorde: Of whome eyght Mountacutes dyd ſitte in higheſt place, To whome this firſt declared firſt my name, and then my race: Lo Lordings here (quod he) a babe of our owne bloods, Whō Turks had tane, his father ſlaine, with loſſe of lands & goods: Sée how God fauours vs, that I ſhould find him nowe, I ſtraunge to him, he ſtraunge to mée, we met I know not howe. But ſure when I him ſaw, and gazed in his face, Me thought he was a Mountacute, I choſe him by his grace. Herewith he dyd rehearſe my Fathers valiaunt deede, For loſſe of whome eche Mountacute, did ſéeme in heart to bléede. They all embraſt me then, and ſtraight as you may ſée, In comely garments trimde me vp, as braue as braue may bée: I was in ſackcloath I, nowe am I cladde in Golde, And weare ſuch roabes, as I my ſelfe take pleaſure to beholde.