Mayne, Jasper · published 1639 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638(?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · before the Court T57 Ships, merchants and pirates typicality 0.83 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
I follow you. And as for you Tim Mermaid, Triton, Haddock, The wondrous Indian Fish caught near Peru, Who can be of both Elements, your sight Will keep you well. Here I do cast thee off, And in thy room pronounce to make thy sister My heir; it would be most unnatural To leave a Fish Land. Lass, Sir, one of your Bright sins and gills must swim in seas of sack, Spout rich Canaries up like Whales in Maps. I know you'll not endure to see my Jack Go empty, nor wear shirts of Copperas bags, Nor fast in Paul's, you. I do hate thee now, Worse than a Tempest, Quicksand, pirate, Rock, Or fatal Leak, I or a Privy seal. Go let the Captain make you drunk, and let Your next change be into some Ape, ('tis stale To be a Fish twice) or some active Baboon. And when you can find money out, betray What wench i'th' Room has lost her maidenhead; Can mount toth' King, and can do all your feats, If your fine chain, and yellow coat come near Th' Exchange, I'll see you, so I leave you. Now Were there a dextrous beam and twopence hemp, Never had man such cause to hang himself. I have brought myself to a fine pass too. Now Am I fit only to be caught, and put Into a pond to leap Carps, or beget A goodly race of pickerel. HOw now mad Lads, what? is the storm broke up? What sad like broken Gamesters? Mr Timothy 'Slight who would think your Father should lay weeles To catch you thus? If ever I be drunk With Captains more—. Where's Bright and Newcut? They Were sent for to the Temple, but left word They would be here at supper. They are sure friends, To leave us in distress: What a mad plot These two old Merchants had contrived, to feign A voyage, than to hunt you out disguised, And hear themselves abused? We heard all. If I had stayed they had paid me for a Captain. They had a fling at me. But do you think Your Uncle in this furious mood will marry? He deeply swore it; if he do, the slight Upon the cards, the hollow die, Park corner, And Shooter's hill are my revenue. Yes, And as for me, my destiny will be To fight by th' day, carry my Kitchen, and Collation at my back, wear orderly My shirt in course, after 't has been the shift Of a whole Regiment in the Low-Countries. And after all return with half a leg, One arm perchance, my nose shot off, to move Compassion in my father, who in pity To so much ruin my be brought to buy Some place for me in an Hospital, to keep me From Bridges, Hill-tops, & from selling switches.
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I follow you. And as for you Tim Mermaid, Triton, Haddock, The wondrous Indian Fish caught neere Peru, Who can be of both Elements, your sight Will keep you well. Here J doe cast thee off, And in thy roome pronounce to make thy sister My heyre; it would be most unnaturall To leave a Fish Land. Lasse, Sir, one of your Bright sinnes and gills must swim in seas of sack, Spout rich Canaries up like Whales in Maps. I know you'l not endure to see my Jack Goe empty, nor weare shirts of Copprice bags, Nor fast in Pauls, you. J doe hate thee now, Worse then a Tempest, Quick-sand, Pyrate, Rock, Or fatall Leake, I or a Privy seale. Goe let the Captaine make you drunk, and let Your next change be into some Ape, (tis stale To be a Fish twice) or some active Baboone. And when you can find mony out, betray What wench ith' Roome has lost her maiden-head; Can mount to'th King, and can doe all your feats, If your fine chaine, and yellow coat come neere Th' Exchange, Jle see you, so I leave you. Now Were there a dextrons beame and two-pence hemp, Never had man such cause to hang himselfe. I have brought my selfe to a fine passe too▪ Now Am J fit only to be caught, and put Into a pond to leap Carps, or beget A goodly race of Pickrel▪ HOw now mad Lads, what? is the storme broke up? What sad like brokē Gamsters? Mr Timothy 'Slight who would think your Father should lay weeles To catch you thus? If ever I be drunk With Captaines more—. Where's Bright and Newcut? They Were sent for to the Temple, but left word They would be here at supper. They are sure friends, To leave us in distresse: What a mad plot These two old Merchants had contriv'd, to faine A voyage, then to hunt you out disguised, And heare themselves abused? We heard all. If J had staid they had paid me for a Captaine. They had a fling at me. But doe you think Your Uncle in this furious mood will marry? He deeply swore it; if he doe, the slight Upon the cards, the hollow dye, Park corner, And Shooters hill are my revenue. Yes, And as for me, my destiny will be To fight by th' day, carry my Kitchen, and Collation at my back, weare orderly My shirt in course, after 't has been the shift Of a whole Regiment in the Low-Countries. And after all returne with halfe a leg, One arme perchance, my nose shot off, to move Compassion in my father, who in pitty To so much ruine my be brought to buy Some place for me in an Hospitall, to keep me From Bridges, Hill-tops, & from selling switches.