A Looking Glass for London and England · chunk 18 of 39
Lodge, Thomas / Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1588] (Annals) biblical play; moral · Derby's (Strange's) Men T57 Ships, merchants and pirates typicality 0.82 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Come one brave merchants now the wind doth serve, And sweetly blows a gale at West south-west. Our yards a cross, our anchors on the pike, What shall we hence and take this merry gale? Sailors convey our budgets straight aboard, And we will recompense your pains at last, If once in safety we may Tharsus see, M. we'll feast these merry mates and thee. Meanwhile content yourselves with silly cates, Our beds are boards, our feasts are full of mirth, We use no pomp, we are the Lords of see, When Princes sweat in care, we swink of glee. Orious shoulders and the pointers serve, To be our load-stars in the linger night, The beauties of Arcturus we behold, And though the sailor is no bookman held, He knows more Art than ever bookmen read. By heavens well said, in honour of our trade, Let's see the proudest scholar stir his course Or shift his tides as silly sailors do, Then will we yield them praise, else never none. Well spoken fellow in thine own behalf, But let us hence, wind tarries none you wots, And tide and time let slip is hardly got. March to the haven merchants, I follow you. Now doth occasion further my desires, I find companions fit to aid my flight, Stay sir I pray, and hear a word or two. Say on good friend, but briefly if you please, My passengers by this time are aboard. Whether pretend you to embark yourselves▪ To Tharsus sir, and here in Ioppa haven Our ship is priest and ready to departed. May I have passage for my money then? What not for money? pay ten silverlings, You are a welcome guest if so you please. Hold take thy hire, I follow thee my friend. Where is your budget let me bear it sir. To one in peace, who sail as I do now, Put trust in him who succoureth every want. When Prophets new inspired, presume to force And tie the power of heaven to their conceits, When fear, promotion, pride, or simony, Ambition, subtle craft, their thoughts disguise, Woe to the flock whereas the shepherds foul, For lo the Lord at unawares shall plague The careless guide, because his flocks do stray: The axe already to the tree is set, Beware to tempt the Lord ye men of art. Mother, some meat or else I die for want. Ah little boy how glad thy mother would Supply thy wants but naked need denies: Thy father's slender portion in this world, By usury and false deceit is lost, No charity within this City bides: All for themselves, and none to help the poor. Father shall Clesiphon have no relief? Faith my boy I must be flat with thee, we must feed upon proverbs now. As necessity hath no law, a churls feast is better than none at all, for other remedies have we none, except thy brother Radagon help us.
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Come one braue merchants now the wind doth serue, And swéetly blowes a gale at West Southwest. Our yardes a crosse, our anchors on the pike, What shall we hence and take this merry gale? Sailers conuey our budgets strait aboord, And we will recompence your paines at last, If once in safetie we may Tharsus sée, M. wéele feast these merry mates and thée. Mean-while content your selues with silly cates, Our beds are boordes, our feasts are full of mirth, We vse no pompe, we are the Lords of sée, When Princes swet in care, we swincke of glée. Orious shoulders and the pointers serue, To be our load-stars in the lingering night, The beauties of Arcturus we behold, And though the Sailer is no booke-man held, He knowes more Art then euer booke-men read. By heauens well said, in honour of our trade, Lets sée the proudest scholler stir his course Or shift his tides as silly sailers do, Then wil we yéeld them praise, else neuer none. Well spoken fellow in thine owne behalfe, But let vs hence, wind tarries none you wot, And tide and time let slip is hardly got. March to the hauen merchants, I follow you. Now doth occasion further my desires, I finde companions fit to aide my flight, Staie sir I pray, and heare a word or two. Say on good friend, but briefly if you please, My passengers by this time are aboord. Whether pretend you to imbarke your selues▪ To Tharsus sir, and here in Ioppa hauen Our ship is prest and readie to depart. May I haue passage for my mony then? What not for mony? pay ten siluerlings, You are a welcome guest if so you please. Hold take thy hire, I follow thée my friend. Where is your budget let me beare it sir. To one in peace, who saile as I do now, Put trust in him who succoureth euery want. When Prophets new inspirde, presume to force And tie the power of heauen to their conceits, When feare, promotion, pride, or simony, Ambition, subtill craft, their thoughts disguise, Woe to the flocke whereas the shepheards foule, For lo the Lord at vnawares shall plague The carelesse guide, because his flocks do stray: The axe alreadie to the tree is set, Beware to tempt the Lord ye men of art. Mother, some meat or else I die for want. Ah litle boy how glad thy mother would Supply thy wants but naked néed denies: Thy fathers slender portion in this world, By vsury and false deceit is lost, No charitie within this Citie bides: All for themselues, and none to helpe the poore. Father shall Clesiphon haue no reliefe? Faith my boy I must be flat with thée, we must féed vpon prouerbes now. As necessitie hath no law, a churles feast is better then none at all, for other remedies haue we none, except thy brother Radagon helpe vs.