Heywood, John · published 1544 · first performed or written 1528 [1519-1528] (Annals) comedy unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Right well have ye said and we accept it so And so shall we reward you or we go hens But ye must take paciens till we have hard more That we may indifferently give sentens There may pass by us no spot of negligence But justly to judge each thing so upright That each man's part may shine in the self right Now sir by your faith if ye should be sworn Hard ye ever god speak so sins ye were borne So wise to gelitelly his words be showed. I thank his grace my sewt is well bestod. Sir what voyage intend ye next to go. I trust or inydlent to be at Syo. Ha ha is it your mind to sail at Syo Nay then when ye will, by lady ye may go And let me alone with this, be of good cheer Ye may trust me at Syo as well as here For though ye were fro me a thousand mile space I would do as much as ye were here in place For sins that from hens it is so far thither I care not though ye never come again hither. Sir if ye remember me when time shall come Though I requite not all, I shall deserve some. Now far you well & god thank you by saint Anne I pray you mark the fashion of this honest man He putteth me in more trust at this meeting here Then he shall find cause why this twenty year. God be here, now Chryst keep this company. In faith ye be welcome even very scantly Sir for your coming what is the matter. I would fain speak with the god Iupyter. That will not be but ye may do this Tell me your mind I am an office of his B ye so, marry I cry you mercy Your maystershype may say I am homely But sins your mind is to have reported The cause wherefore I am now resorted Pleaseth it your maystershype it is so I come for myself and such other more Rangers and keepers of certain places As forests, parks, purlieus and chases Where we be charged with all manner game Small is our profit and great is our blame Alas for our wages what be we the near What is forty shillings or five mark a year Many times and oft where we be fletting We spend forty pens a piece at a sitting Now for our vantage which chiefly is wyndefale That is right nought there bloweth no wind at all Which is the thing wherein we find most grief And cause of my coming to sew for relief That the god of pity all this thing knownuge May send us good rage of blustering and blowing And if we can not get god to do some good I would higher the devil to run thorough the wood The roots to turn up, the tops to bring under A mischief upon them and a wild thunder.
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Ryght well haue ye ſayde and we accepte it ſo And ſo ſhall we rewarde you or we go hens But ye muſt take paciens tyll we haue harde mo That we may indifferently gyue ſentens There maye paſſe by vs no ſpot of neglygence But iuſtely to iudge eche thynge ſo vpryght That eche mans parte may ſhyne in the ſelfe ryght ☜Nowe ſyr by your faythe yf ye ſhulde be ſworne Harde ye euer god ſpeke ſo ſyns ye were borne So wyſe to gelitelly his wordes be ſhowd. ☜I thanke his grace my ſewt is well beſtod. ❧Syr what vyage entende ye nexte to go. ☜I truſte or inydlent to be at Syo. ¶Ha ha is it your mynde to ſayle at Syo Nay then when ye wyl, by lady ye may go And let me alone with this, be of good chere Ye may truſte me at Syo as well as here For though ye were fro me a thouſande myle ſpace I wolde do as muche as ye were here in place For ſyns that from hens it is ſo farre thyder I care nat though ye neuer come agayne hyther. ¶Syr yf ye remember me when tyme ſhall come Though I requyte nat all, I ſhall deſerue ſome. ¶Nowe fare you well & god thanke you by ſaynte Anne I pray you marke the faſſhyon of this honeſte manne He putteth me in more truſte at this metynge here Then he ſhall fynde cauſe why this twenty yere. ¶God be here, nowe Chryſt kepe this company. ❧In fayth ye be welcome euen very ſkantly Syr for your comynge what is the mater. ❧I wolde fayne ſpeke with the god Iupyter. ¶That wyll nat be but ye may do this Tell me your mynde I am an offycer of his ¶B ye ſo, mary I cry you mercy Your mayſterſhype may ſay I am homely But ſyns your mynde is to haue reportyd The cauſe wherfore I am nowe reſortyd Pleaſeth it your mayſterſhype it is ſo I come for my ſelfe and ſuche other mo Rangers and kepers of certayne places As foreſtes, parkes, purlewes and chaſes Where we be charged with all maner game Smale is our profyte and greate is our blame Alas for our wages what be we the nere What is fourty ſhyllynges or fyue marke a yere Many tymes and ofte where we be flettynge We ſpende fourty pens a pece at a ſyttynge Nowe for our vauntage whiche chefely is wyndefale That is ryght nought there bloweth no wynde at all Whiche is the thynge wherin we fynde moſte grefe And cauſe of my commynge to ſewe for relefe That the god of pyty all this thynge knownuge May ſende vs good rage of bluſterynge and blowynge And yf we can not get god to do ſome good I wolde hyer the deuyil to runne thorowe the wood The rootes to turne vp, the toppes to brynge vnder A myſchyefe vpon them and a wylde thunder.