Brome, Richard · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Into your chamber. I do not like your liking of men's persons. Nay Lady you may stay: Hear and admire, If you so please: But make no interruptions. And let no looser words, or wandering look Bewray an intimation of the slight Regard you bear your husband, lest I send you Upon a further pilgrimage, than he Feigns to convey my son. O jealousy! Do you think sir, to th' Antipodes such a journey? I think there's none beyond it; and that Mandevile Whose excellent work this is, was th' only man That e'er came near it. Mandevile went far. Beyond all English legs that I can read of. What think you sir of Drake, our famous Countryman? Drake was a Didapper to Mandevile, Candish, and Hawkins, Furbisher, all our voyagers Went short of Mandevile: But had he reached To this place here— yes here— this wilderness, And seen the trees of the Sun and Moon, that speak, And told King Alexander of his death, he then Had left a passage open for Travellers: That now is kept and guarded by wild beasts, Dragons, and Serpents, Elephants white and blue Unicorns, and lions of many colours, And monsters more, as numberless, as nameless. Stay there, Read here else: can you read? Is it not true? No truer than I ha' seen't. Ha' you been there Sir, ha' you seen those trees? And talked with 'em, and tasted of their fruit. Read here again then: it is written here, That you may live four or five hundred year. Brought you none of that fruit home with you sir? You would have some of't would you, to have hope T'outlive your husband by't. Y'd ha''t for you, In hope you might outlive your jealousy. Your patience both I pray; I know the grief You both do labour with, and how to cure it. Would I had given you half my land 'twere done. Would I had given him half my love, to settle The t'other half free from encumbrances Upon my husband. Do not think it strange sir: I'll make your eyes witnesses of more Than I relate, if you'll but travail with me. You hear me not deny that all is true That Mandevile delivers of his Travails, Yet I myself may be as well believed. Since you speak reverently of him, say on. Of Europe i'll not speak, 'tis too near home: Who's not familiar with the Spanish garb, Th'Italian shrug, French cringe, and German hug? Nor will I trouble you with my observations Fetched from Arabia, Paphlagonia, Mesopotamia, Mauritania, Syria, Thessalia, Persia, India, All still is too near home: though I have touched The Clouds upon the Pyrenaean mountains, And been on Paphos isle, where I have kissed The image of bright Venus: All is still Too near home to be boasted. That I like well in him too, he will not boast of kissing A woman too near home.
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Into your chamber. I doe not like your liking of mens persons. Nay Lady you may stay: Heare and admire, If you so please: But make no interruptions. And let no looser words, or wandring looke Bewray an intimation of the slight Regard you beare your husband, lest I send you Upon a further pilgrimage, than he Feignes to convay my sonne. O jealousie! Doe you thinke sir, to th' Antipodes such a journey? I thinke there's none beyond it; and that Mandevile Whose excellent worke this is, was th' onely man That e're came neare it. Mandevile went farre. Beyond all English legges that I can read of. What thinke you sir of Drake, our famous Countriman? Drake was a Dy'dapper to Mandevile, Candish, and Hawkins, Furbisher, all our voyagers Went short of Mandevile: But had he reach'd To this place here — yes here — this wildernesse, And seene the trees of the Sunne and Moone, that speake, And told King Alexander of his death, he then Had left a passage ope for Travailers: That now is kept and guarded by wild beasts, Dragons, and Serpents, Elephants white and blue Vnicornes, and Lyons of many colours, And monsters more, as numberlesse, as namelesse. Stay there, Read here else: can you read? Is it not true? No truer than I ha'seen't. Ha' you bin there Sir, ha' you seene those trees? And talk'd with 'hem▪ and tasted of their fruit. Read here againe then: it is written here, That you may live foure or five hundred yeere. Brought you none of that fruit home with you sir? You would have some of't would you, to have hope T'out-live your husband by't. Y'd ha't for you, In hope you might out-live your jealousie. Your patience both I pray; I know the griefe You both doe labour with, and how to cure it. Would I had given you halfe my land 'twere done. Would I had given him halfe my love, to settle The tother halfe free from incumbrances Upon my husband. Doe not thinke it strange sir: Ile make your eyes witnesses of more Than J relate, if you'll but travaile with me▪ You heare me not deny that all is true That Mandevile delivers of his Travailes, Yet J my selfe may be as well beleev'd. Since you speake reverently of him, say on. Of Europe ile not speak, tis too neare home: Who's not familiar with the Spanish garbe, Th'Jtalian shrug, French cringe, and German hugge? Nor will J trouble you with my observations Fetcht from Arabia, Paphlagonia, Mesopotamia, Mauritania, Syria, Thessalia, Persia, India, All still is too neare home: though I have touch'd The Clouds upon the Pyrenaean mountaines, And bin on Paphos isle, where I have kist The image of bright Venus: All is still Too neare home to be boasted. That I like well in him too, he will not boast of kissing A woman too neare home.