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 0.86 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Two small Casks; one of blue Figs, the other Of pickled Mushrooms; which served me for bladders, And kept me up from sinking. 'twas a storm Which, Sir, I will describe to you. The Winds Rose of a sudden with that tempestuous force— Prithee no more; I have heard too much. Would I Had been i'th' tempest. Good your worship give A poor seafaring man your charity, To carry me back again. I'm come above A hundred mile to tell you this. Go in, And let my Factor if he be come in, Reward thee, stay and sup to. Thank your Worship. Why should I not now hang myself? Or if It be a fate that will more hide itself, And keep me from discredit, tie some weight About my neck, to sink me to the bottom Oth' Thames, not to be found, to keep my body, From rising up and telling tales. Two wracks? And both worth forty thousand pound there? why That landed here, were worth an hundred. I Will drown myself; I nothing have to do Now in this world but drown myself. Fie these Are desperate resolutions. Take heart, Sir, There may be ways yet to relieve you. How? Why for your lost ships, say, Sir, I should bring Two o'th' Assurance Office that should warrant Their safe return, 'tis not known yet. Would you Give three parts to secure the fourth? I'd give Ten to secure one. Well, Sir, and for your Wife, Say I should prove it were no lawful match; And that she is another man's? you'd take the piece of service well. Yes, and repent That when I had so good an Heir begot Unto my hand, I was so rash to aim At one of my own dotage. Say no more, Sir, But keep the Sailor that he stir not. we'll About it straight. How much I was deceived To think ill of my Nephew. In whose revenge I see the heaven's frown on me; Seas and Winds Swell and rage for him against me. But I will Appease their furies, and be reconciled. MUch joy to you, Sir, you have made quick dispatch I like a man that can love, woo, & wed, All in an hour, my husband was so long A getting me, so many friends consents Were to be asked, that when we came to Church 'twas not a Marriage, but our times were out, And we were there made free of one another. I looked to find you a-bed, and a young Sheriff Begot by this. My husband, when I came From Church, by this time had his caudle; I Had not a Garter left, nor he a point. Surely all that my husband did the first Night we were married, was to call for one Of his wrought Caps more, to allay his Rheum. We hear y'have matched a Courtier, Sir, a Gallant; One that can spring fire in your Blood, and dart Fresh flames into you.
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Two small Caskes; one of blew Figs, the other Of pickeld Mushromes; which serv'd me for bladders, And kept me up from sinking. Twas a storme Which, Sir, J will describe to you. The Winds Rose of a sudden with that tempestuous force— Prithee no more; I have heard too much. Would I Had been ith' tempest. Good your worship give A poore sea-faring man your charitie, To carry me back againe. I'me come aboue A hundred mile to tell you this. Goe in, And let my Factor if he be come in, Reward thee, stay and sup to. Thank your Worship. Why should I not now hang my selfe? Or if It be a fate that will more hide it selfe, And keep me from discredit, tie some weight About my neck, to sink me to the bottome Oth' Thames, not to be found, to keep my body, From rising up and telling tales. Two wracks? And both worth forty thousand pound there? why That landed here, were worth an hundred. J Will drown my selfe; I nothing have to doe Now in this world but drown my selfe. Fie these Are desperate resolutions. Take heart, Sir, There may be waies yet to relieve you. How? Why for your lost ships, say, Sir, I should bring Two oth' Assurance Office that should warrant Their safe returne, tis not knowne yet. Would you Give three parts to secure the fourth? I'de give Ten to secure one. Well, Sir, and for your Wife, Say J should prove it were no lawfull match; And that she is another Mans? you'd take the peece of service well. Yes, and repent That when I had so good an Heyre begot Unto my hand, I was so rash to aime At one of my own dotage. Say no more, Sir, But keep the Saylor that he stir not. Wee'l About it straight. How much I was deceiv'd To think ill of my Nephew. In whose revenge I see the Heavens frowne on me; Seas and Winds Swell and rage for him against me. But J will Appease their furies, and be reconciled. MUch joy to you, Sir, you have made quick dispatch I like a man that can love, wooe, & wed, All in an houre, my husband was so long A getting me, so many friends consents Were to be askt, that when we came to Church Twas not a Marriage, but our times were out, And we were there made free of one another. I lookt to find you abed, and a young Sheriffe Begot by this. My husband, when I came From Church, by this time had his Cawdle; I Had not a Garter left, nor he a point. Surely all that my husband did the first Night we were married, was to call for one Of his wrought Caps more, to allay his Rheume. We heare y'haue matcht a Courtier, Sir, a Gallant; One that can spring fire in your Bloud, and dart Fresh flames into you.