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The Masque for Lord Montacute (The Montague Masque) (Wedding Masque of Venetians) · chunk 7 of 8

Gascoigne, George · published 1575 · first performed or written 1572 (Annals)
masque
unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 495 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.

Among their other gifts, this token they me gave, And had me like a Montacute, myself always behave. Now hearken then my Lords, I staying on the Seas. In consort of these lovely Lords, with comfort and with ease. Determined with them in Italy to devil, And there by train of youthful years in knowledge to excel. That so I might at last réedifye the walls, Which my good father had decayed by tossing fortunes balls. And while they slice the Seas to their desired shore, Behold a little gale began, increasing more and more. At last with raging blast, which from Southeast did blow, 'Gan send our sails upon these shores, which I full well did know. I spied the Chalky clives upon the kentish coast, Whereby our Land height Albyon, as Brutus once did boast. Which I no sooner saw, but to the rest I said, Siate di buona voglta, My Lords be well apaid: I see by certain signs these Tempests have us cast, Upon my native country coasts with happy hap at last: And if your honours please this honour me to do, In English havens to harbour you, and see our Cities too: Lo London is not far, whereas my friends would be, Right glad, with favour to requited your favour showed to me: Vouchsafe my Lords (quoth I) to stay upon this strand, And whiles your Barks be rigged new, remain with me on land, Who though I be a Boy, my Father dead and slain, Yet shall you see I have some friends which will you entertain. These Noble men which are, the flower of courtesy, Did not disdain this my request, but took it thankfully. And from their battered Barks commanded to be cast, Some * Gondalaes, wherein upon our pleasant streams they passed. Into the month of Thames, thus did I them transport, And to London at the last, whereas I heard report. Even as we landed first, of this twice happy day, To think whereon I leapt for joy, as I both must and may. And to these lovely Lords, which are Magnificoes, I did declare the whole discourse in order as it rose: That you my Lord who are the chiefest Montacute, And he whom English Mountacutes their only stay impute, Had found the means this day to match your son and heir, In marriage with a worthy dame, which is both fresh and fair, And (as reports are spread) of goodly quallyties, A virgin trained from her youth in godly exercise, Whose brother had like wise your daughter ta'en to wife, And so by double links enchained themselves in lovers life: These noble Mountacutes which were from Venice droven. By tempest (as I told before) wherewith they long had striven. 'Gan now give thanks to God which so did them convey, To see such honours of their kin in such a happy day. And strait they me entreat, whom they might well command.
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PlayThe Masque for Lord Montacute (The Montague Masque) (Wedding Masque of Venetians)
AuthorGascoigne, George
Publication year (edition)1575
First performance / composition (Annals)1572
First performance (BritDrama)1572 [Sep or Oct]
Genre (British Drama)masque
Play typeOccasional;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 110 · TCP A01514 · DEEP 5007.01
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 280–328 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 7 of 8 in this edition
Length495 words · 646 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T57 — Ships, merchants and pirates at 0.730
Other seedsseed 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)
Amongſt their other giftes, this token they me gaue, And had me lyke a Mountacute, my ſelfe alway behaue. Nowe hearken then my Lordes, I ſtaying on the Seas. In conſort of theſe louely Lordes, with comfort and with eaſe. Determined with them in Italie to dwell, And there by traine of youthfull yéeres in knowledge to excell. That ſo I might at laſt réedifye the walles, Which my good father had decaide by toſſing fortunes balles. And while they ſlice the Seas to their deſired ſhore, Beholde a lytle gale began, encreaſing more and more. At laſt with raging blaſt, which from Southeaſt dyd blowe, Gan ſende our ſailes vpon theſe ſhores, which I ful wel did know. I ſpyed the Chalkie Clyues vpon the Kentiſhe coaſt, Whereby our Lande hight Albyon, as Brutus once dyd boaſt. Which I no ſooner ſawe, but to the reſt I ſayde, Siate di buona voglta, My Lordes be well apaide: I ſée by certaine ſignes theſe Tempeſtes haue vs caſt, Vpon my natiue countrey coaſtes with happy hap at laſt: And if your honours pleaſe this honour me to doo, In Engliſhe hauens to harbour you, and ſée our Citties too: Lo London is not farre, whereas my friendes would bée, Right glad, with fauour to requite your fauour ſhewed to mée: Vouchſafe my Lordes (quod I) to ſtay vpon this ſtrand, And whiles your Barks be rigged new, remaine with me on land, Who though I bée a Boye, my Father dead and ſlaine, Yet ſhall you ſee I haue ſome friendes which wyll you entertaine. Theſe Noble men which are, the flowre of curteſie, Dyd not diſdaine this my requeſt, but tooke it thankfullie. And from their battered Barkes commaunded to be caſt, Some Gondalaes, wherin vpon our pleaſant ſtreames they paſt. Into the month of Thames, thus dyd I them tranſport, And to London at the laſt, whereas I heard report. Euen as we landed firſt, of this twiſe happie day, To thinke whereon I leapt for ioye, as I both muſt and may. And to theſe louely Lordes, which are Magnificoes, I dyd declare the whole diſcourſe in order as it roſe: That you my Lorde who are the chiefeſt Mountacute, And he whome Engliſhe Mountacutes their onely ſtaye impute, Had found the meanes this daye to match your ſonne and heire, In marriage with a worthy dame, which is both freſh and faire, And (as reportes are ſpread) of goodly quallyties, A virgin trayned from hir youth in godly exerciſe, Whoſe brother had like wiſe your daughter tane to wife, And ſo by double lynkes enchaynde themſelues in louers life: Theſe noble Mountacutes which were from Venice drouen. By tempeſt (as I tolde before) wherewith they long had ſtrouen. Gan nowe giue thankes to God which ſo did them conuay, To ſée ſuch honours of their kinne in ſuch a happie day. And ſtraight they mée intreat, whom they might wel commaund.