Dekker, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Nov 9-30, payment] (Annals) romance · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
Leave us alone: never was mortal ear Acquainted with the virtue of a jewel, Which now i'll show, (outvaluing all the rest.) It is impossible. Behold this Casket,— Fettered in golden chains, the Lock pure gold, The key of solid gold, which myself keep, And here's the treasure that's contained in it. A course felt Hat? is this the precious jewel? I'll not exchange this, for ten Diadems. On pain of death, none listen to our talk. What needs this solemn conjuration? O, yes, for none shall understand the worth Of this inestimable ornament, But you: and yet not you, but that you swear By her white hand, that lent you such a name, To leave a wondrous purse in Babylon. I will not violate, But now uncover the virtues of this Hat. I think none listen; if they do, they die. None listen: tell: what needs this jealousy? You see 'tis poor in show; did I want jewels, Gold could beget them, but the wide world's wealth Buys not this Hat; this clapped upon my head, I (only with a wish) am through the air, Transported in a moment over Seas, And over lands to any secret place; By this I steal to every PRINCE's court, And hear their private counsels and prevent All dangers which to Babylon are meant. By help of this I oft see armies join, Though when the dreadful Alvarado sounds, I am distant from the place a thousand leagues, Oh, had I such a purse and such a Hat, The soldan were, of all, most fortunate. Oh, had I such a Hat, then were I brave. Where's he that made it? Dead, and the whole world Yields not a workman that can frame the like. No does? by what trick shall I make this mine? methinks, methinks, when you are borne o'er Seas, And over lands, the heaviness thereof Should weigh you down, drown you, or break your neck. No, 'tis more light than any Hat beside: Your hand shall poise it. Oh, 'tis wondrous heavy. Fie, you're deceived: try it upon your head, Would I were now in Cyprus with my sons. Stay, Fortunatus, stay, I am undone. Treason, Lords, treason, get me wings, i'll fly After this damned Traitor through the air. Who wrongs the mighty king of Babylon? This Fortunatus, this fend wrongs your king. Lock the Court gates, where is the devil hid? No gates no grates of Iron imprison him, Like a Magician breaks he through the clouds; Bearing my soul with him, for that Jewel gone, I am dead, and all is dross in Babylon. Fly after him, 'tis vain, on the winds wings, he'll ride through all the Courts of earthly kings. What is the jewel that your grace hath lost? He dies that troubles me: call me not king; For i'll consume my life in sorrowing.
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Leaue vs alone: neuer was mortal eare Acquainted with the vertue of a Iewell, Which now ile shew, (out-valuing all the rest.) It is impossible. Behold this Casket,— Fettered in golden chaines, the Lock pure gold, The key of sollide gold, which my selfe kéepe, And heres the treasure thats containd in it. A course felt Hat? is this the precious Iewel? Ile not exchaunge this, for ten Diadems. On paine of death, none listen to our talke. What néedes this solemne coniuration? O, yes, for none shall vnderstand the worth Of this inestimable ornament, But you: and yet not you, but that you sweare By her white hand, that lent you such a name, To leaue a wondrous purse in Babylon. I will not violate, But now vn of this Hatte. I ; if they doe, they die. None lis what néedes this iealousie? You sée tis in shew; did I want Iewels, Gold could beget them, but the wide worlds wealth Buyes not this Hat; this clapt vpon my head, I (onely with a wish) am through the ayre, Transported in a moment ouer Seas, And ouer lands to any secrete place; By this I steale to euery Princes court, And heare their priuate councels and preuent All daungers which to Babylon are meant. By helpe of this I oft sée armies ioyne, Though when the dreadfull Aluarado sounds, I am distant from the place a thousand leagues, Oh, had I such a purse and such a Hat, The Souldan were, of all, most fortunate. Oh, had I such a Hat, then were I braue. Wheres he that made it? Dead, and the whole world Yeelds not a workman that can frame the like. No does? by what trick shal I make this mine? Me thinkes, me thinkes, when you are borne o're Seas, And ouer lands, the heauinesse thereof Should waigh you downe, drowne you, or breake your necke. No, tis more light then any Hat beside: Your hand shall peise it. Oh, tis wondrous heauie. Fie, ya're deceau'd: trie it vpon your head, Would I were now in Cyprus with my sons. Stay, Fortunatus▪ stay, I am vndone. Treason, Lords, treason, get me wings, ile flie After this damn'd Traytor through the ayre. Who wrongs the mightie king of Babylon? This Fortunatus, this fend wrongs your king. Locke the Court gates, where is the diuell hid? No gates no grates of Iron imprison him, Like a Magician breakes he through the clouds; Bearing my soule with him, for that Iewellgon, I am dead, and all is drosse in Babylon. Flie after him, tis vaine, on the winds wings, Héele ride through all the Courts of earthly kings. What is the Iewell that your grace hath lost? He dies that troubles me: call me not king; For ile consume my life in sorrowing.