Heywood, John · published 1544 · first performed or written 1528 [1519-1528] (Annals) comedy unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Come on and assay how you twain can agree A brother of yours a miller as ye be. By mean of your craft we may be brothers But whiles we live shall we never be lovers We be of one craft but not of one kind I live by water, and ye by the wind. And sir as ye desire wind continual So would I have rain ever more to fall Which two in experience right well ye see Right seld or never together can be For as long as the wind ruleth it is plain Twynty to one ye get no drop of rain And when the Element is to far oppressed Down cometh the rain and setteth the wind at rest By this ye see we can not both obtain For ye must lack wind or I must lack rain Wherefore I think good before this audience Each for ourself to lay or we go hens And whom is though weyken when we have fynysht Leave of his suit and content to be banished. In faith agreed but then by your licens Our mills for a time shall hang in suspens sins water and wind is chief our suit Which best may be spared we will first dispute Wherefore to the see my reason shall resort Where ships by mean of wind try from port to port From land to land in distance many a mile Great is the passage and small is the while So great is the profit as to me doth seem That no man's wisdom the wealth can exteme And sins the wind is conveyer of all Who but the wind should have thank above all. Amity in this place a tree here to grow And thereat the wind in great tag to blow When it hath all blown this is a clear case The tree removeth no hear bred from his place No more would the ship blows the best it could All though it would blow down both mast & shroud Except the ship fleet upon the water The wind can right nought do a plain matter Yet may ye on water without any wind row forth your vessel where men will have her sinned Nothing more rejoiceth the mariner Then mean cools of wind and plenty of water For commonly the cause of every wrache Is excess of wind where water doth lack In rage of these storms the peril is such That better were no wind then so far to much. Well if my reason in this may not stand I will forsake the see and leapt to land In every church where god's service is The organs bear brunt of half the quere I iwis Which causeth the sound of water or wind More over for wind this thing I find For the most part all manner minstrelsy By wind they deliver their sound chiefly Fill me a bagpipe of your water full As sweetly shall it sound as it were stuffed with will.
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¶Come on and aſſay howe you twayne can agre A brother of yours a myller as ye be. ¶By meane of your crafte we may be brothers But whyles we lyue ſhall we neuer be louers We be of one crafte but nat of one kynde I lyue by water, and ye by the wynde. And ſyr as ye deſyre wynde continuall So wolde I haue rayne euer more to fall Whiche two in experience ryght well ye ſe Ryght ſelde or neuer togyther can be For as longe as the wynde ruleth it is playne Twynty to one ye get no drope of rayne And when the Element is to farre oppreſt Downe commeth the rayne and ſetteth the wynde at reſt By this ye ſe we can nat both obtayne For ye muſt lacke wynde or I muſt lacke rayne Wherfore I thynke good before this audiens Eche for our ſelfe to lay or we go hens And whome is though weyken when we haue fynyſht Leue of his ſute and content to be banyſht. ¶In fayth agreed but then by your licens Our mylles for a tyme ſhall hange in ſuſpens Syns water and wynde is chiefly our ſute Whiche beſte may be ſpared we wyll fyrſt diſpute Wherfore to the ſee my reaſon ſhall reſorte Where ſhyppes by meane of wynde try frome port to port From lande to lande in diſtaunce many a myle Great is the paſſage and ſmale is the whyle So great is the profyte as to me doth ſeme That no mans wyſdome the welthe can exteme And ſyns the wynde is conueyer of all Who but the wynde ſhulde haue thanke aboue all. ¶Amitte in this place a tree here to growe And therat the wynde in great tage to blowe When it hath all blowen this is a clere caſe The tree remoueth no heare bred from his place No more wolde the ſhype blowes the beſt it coude All though it wolde blowe downe bothe maſt & ſhrowde Excepte the ſhype flete vpon the water The wynde can ryght nought do a playne mater Yet may ye on water without any wynde Rowe forth your veſſell where men wyll haue her ſynde Nothynge more reioyceth the maryner Then meane cooles of wynde and plente of water For commenly the cauſe of euery wrache Is exceſſe of wynde where water doth lacke In rage of theſe ſtormes the peryll is ſuche That better were no wynde then ſo farre to muche. ¶Well yf my reaſon in this may nat ſtande I wyll forſake the ſee and lepte to lande In euery churche where goddes ſeruyce is The organs beare brunt of halfe the quere I wys Whiche cauſeth the ſounde of water or wynde More ouer for wynde this thynge I fynde For the moſte parte all maner mynſtrelſy By wynde they delyuer theyr ſounde chefely Fyll me a bagpype of your water full As ſwetly ſhall it ſounde as it were ſtuffyd with woll.