Gough, J. · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 [1624-1640] (Annals) romance unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
I hear you sir, it seems you're grown a Poet You rhyme so well. I care not who doth know it. Raptures still flow upon thee more and more, But this bad news of yours doth vex me sore, That you will cross the seas, the bare conceit, Will keep me seven days without taste of meat. Why that is profitable, saves thy purse. But hurts my body sir, and that is worse. Why thouart a second Ovid, all he says Doth flow in verse. Then I shall wear the bays. But Nebulo no more of this, you are content to accompany me this journey, are you not? Good sir, do not urge me to it; you know how willing I should be to wait upon ye, did not one thing cross it. What's that thy wife? You have hit the mark, 'tis dangerous (I can tell ye) for me to go abroad and leave her at home, I had woeful experience on't after our last peregrination. What did she make thee a cuckold in thy absence? I know not, but she dubbed me knight of the forked order. Why that honour is for term of thy Life man; thy staying at home cannot take it away, nor thy going abroad add unto it. No, do they not rise by degrees? I suppose yes, as in this manner, from Knight to Lord, from Lord to Earl, from Earl to Duke of the forked order, and so forward: but my ambition is not to climb so high, therefore i'll stay at home and prevent that promotion. fie, prevent thy honour? My Nebulona will heap enough such honours on my head, If I follow your counsel, but I tell you again I am not ambitious so to be promoted, yet notwithstanding, so well I love you, that rather than you shall go alone, i'll once more adventure my fortune. Spoken like a right honest man, come let's away then withal expedition. Delphos and Greece farewell, your priests hard fate Denies him still t'enjoy a settled state. And hast thou scaped the fire my dearest love? Miraculous deliverance! let me hear The manner on't related. Thus it was, After we were condemned to be burnt By foul Arsaces' slanderous report For poisoning Cibile, a blazing fire Was made, and we two cast into the same, And whereas it was thought by every one The fierceness of the flame would soon consume us, It proved clean contrary, for we stood in The midst of it untouched, for every side It gave us way, and never singed our clothes, Although Arsace with a threatning voice Commanded the tormentors to lay on More wood and reed, yet all prevailed not, For no hurt would approach us, which the whore Arsace seeing, presently declared Before the people with an open voice That we were witches; though good Calasiris Did what he could to free us from her hands, We by her guard were apprehended, and Brought here again to thee my dear, for which I'm glad that we may suffer both together.
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I heare you ſir, it ſeemes your growne a Poet You rime ſo well. I care not who doth know it. Raptures ſtill flow upon thee more and more, But this bad newes of yours doth vex me ſore, That you will croſſe the ſeas, the bare conceit, Will keepe me ſeven daies without taſte of meat. Why that is profitable, ſaves thy purſe. But hurts my body ſir, and that is worſe. Why th'art a ſecond Ovid, all he ſaies Doth flow in verſe. Then I ſhall weare the Bayes. But Nebulo no more of this, you are content to accompany me this journey, are you not? Good ſir, do not rge me to it; you know how willing I ſhould be to wait upon ye, did not one thing croſſe it. What's that thy wife? You have hit the marke, tis dangerous (I can tell yee) for me to goe abroad and leave her at home▪ I had woefull experience on't after our laſt peregrination. What did ſhe make thee a cuckould in thy abſence? I know not, but ſhe dub'd me knight of the forked order. Why that honour is for terme of thy Life man; thy ſtaying at home cannot take it away, nor thy going abroad adde unto it. No, doe they not riſe by degrees? I ſuppose yes, as in this manner, from Knight to Lord, from Lord to Earle, from Earle to Duke of the forked order, and ſo forward: but my ambition is not to climbe ſo high, therefore i'le ſtay at home and prevent that promotion. fie, prevent thy honour? My Nebulona will heape ynough ſuch honours on my head, If I follow your counſell, but I tell you againe I am not ambitious ſo to be promoted, yet notwithſtanding, ſo well I love you, that rather then you ſhall goe alone, i'le once more adventure my fortune. Spoken like a right honeſt man, come let's away then withall expedition. Delphos and Greece farewell, your prieſts hard fate Denyes him ſtill t'enjoy a ſetled ſtate. And haſt thou ſcap'd the fire my deereſt love? Miraculous deliverance! let me heare The manner on't related. Thus it was, After we were condemned to be burnt By foule Arſaces slanderous report For poiſoning Cibile, a blazing fire Was made, and we two caſt into the ſame, And whereas it was thought by everie one The fierceneſſe of the flame would ſoone conſume us, It prov'd cleane contrarie, for we ſtood in The middſt of it untouch'd, for everie ſide It gave us way, and never ſing'd our cloaths, Although Arſace with a threatning voice Commanded the tormentors to lay on More wood and reed, yet all prevailed not, For no hurt would approach us, which the whore Arſace ſeeing, preſently declar'd Before the people with an open voice That we were witches; though good Calaſiris Did what he could to free us from her hands, We by her guard were apprehended, and Brought here againe to thee my deare, for which I'm glad that we may ſuffer both together.