Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 486 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
We are my Lord, and come to have the warrant, That we may be admitted where he is. It was well thought upon, I have it here about me, When you have done repair to Crosby place; But sirs, be sudden in the execution, Withal▪ obdurate, do not hear him plead, For Clarence is well spoken, and perhaps, May, move your hearts to pity if you mark him. Tush fear not my Lo: we will not stand to prate, Talkers are no good doers be assured: We come to use our hands, and not our tongues. Your eyes drop millstones when fools eyes drop tears, I like you lads, about your business. Why looks your grace so heavily to day? Oh I have passed a miserable night, So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams, That as I am a christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though ttwere to buy a world of happy days▪ So full of dismal terror was the time. What was your dream, I long to hear you tell it. Me thoughts I was embarked for Burgundy, And in my company my brother Gloucester, Who from my cabbine tempted me to walk, Upon the hatches thence we looked toward England, And cited up a thousand fearful times, During the wars of York and Lancaster: That had befallen us, as we pact along, Upon the giddy footing of the hatches: Me thought that Gloucester stumbled, and in stumbling, Struck me that thought to stay him over board, Into the tumbling billows of the main. Lord, Lord, me thought what pain it was to drown. What dreadful noise of waters in my ears, What ugly sights of death within my eyes: Me thought I saw a thousand fearful wracks, Ten thousand men, that fishes gnawed upon, Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unualued jewels, Some lay in dead men's skulls, and in those holes, Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept As ttwere in scorn of eyes reflecting gems, Which wooed the slimy bottom of the deep, And mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by. Had you such leisure in the time of death, To gaze upon the secrets of the deep? Me thought I had, for still the envious stoud Kept in my soul, and would not let if forth, To seek the empty vast▪ and wandering air, But smothered it within my panting bulk, Which almost burst to belch it in the sea. Awaked you not with this ●ore agony. O no, my dream was lengthened after life▪ O then began the tempest to my soul, Who past me thought the melancholy flood, With that grim ferr●man, which Poets writ of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night: The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father in law renowned Warwick, Who cried aloud what scourge for perjury.
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We are my Lord, and come to haue the warrant, That we may be admitted where he is. It was well thought vpon, I haue it here about me, When you haue done repaire to Croby place; But sirs, be sudden in the execuon, Withall▪ obdurate, doe not heare him pleade, For Clarence is well spoken, and perhaps, May, moue your harts to pitty if you marke him. Tush feare not my Lo: we will not stand to prate, Talkers are no good doers be assured: We come to vse our hands, and not our tongues. Your eies drop milstones when fooles eies drop tears, I like you lads, about your busines. Why lookes your grace so heauily to day? Oh I haue past a miserable night, So full of vgly sights, of gastly dreames, That as I am a christian faithfull man, I would not spend another such a night, Though twere to buy a world of happy daies▪ So full of dismall terror was the time. What was your dreame, I long to heare you tell it. Me thoughts I was imbarkt for Burgundy, And in my company my brother Glocester, Who from my cabbine tempted me to walke, Vpon the hatches thence we lookt toward England, And cited vp a thousand fearefull times, During the wars of Yorke and Lancaster: That had befallen vs, as we pact along, Vpon the giddy footing of the hatches: Me thought that Glocester stumbled, and in stumbling, Stroke me that thought to stay him ouer board, Into the tumbling billowes of the maine. Lord, Lord, me thought what paine it was to drowne. What dreadfull noise of waters in my eares, What vgly sights of death within my eies: Me thought I sawe a thousand fearefull wracks, Ten thousand men, that fishes gnawed vpon, Wedges of gold, great anchors, heapes of pearle, Inestimable stones, vnualued Iewels, Some lay in dead mens sculs, and in those holes, Where eies did once inhabite, there were crep As twere in scorne of eies reflecting gems, Which woed the smy bottome of the deepe, And mockt the dead bones that lay scattered by. Had you such leisure in the time of death, To gaze vpon the secrets of the deepe? Me thought I had, for still the enuious soud Kept in my soule, and would not let if footh, To seeke the emptie vast▪ and wandering aire, But smotheed it within my panting bulke, Which almost burst to belch it in the sea. Awakt you not with this ore agony. O no, my dreame was lengthned after life▪ O then began the tempest to my soule, Who past me thought the melancholy floud, With that grim ferrman, which Poets write of, Vnto the kingdome of perpetuall night: The first that there did greet my stranger soule, Was my great father in law renowmed Warwicke, Who cried alowd what scourge for periury.