Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Yea, I thank your pretty sweet wit for it: but look you pray, all you that kiss my lady Peace at home, that our armies join not in a hot day, for, by the Lord, I take but two shirts out with me, and I mean not to sweat extraordinarily: if it be a hot day, & I brandish any thing but a bottle. I would I might never spit white again: there is not a dangerous action can peep out his head▪ but I am thrust upon it. Well, I cannot last ever, but it was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common. If ye will needs say I am an old man you should give me rest: I would to God my name were not so terrible to the enemy as it is, I were better to be eaten do death with a rust, than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. Well, be honest▪ be honest, and God bless your expedition. Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound to furnish me forth? Not a penny, not a penny, you are too impatient to bear crosses: far you well: commend me to my coosine Westmoreland. If I do, fillip me with a three man beetle: A man can no more separate age and covetousness, than a can part young limbs and lechery, but the gout galls the one, and the pox pinches the other, and so both the degrees prevent my curses, boy. Sir. What money is in my purse? Seven groats and two pence. I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse, borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable: Go bear this letter to my lord of Lancaster, this to the Prince, this to the Earl of Westmoreland, and this to old mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to marry since I perceived the first white hair of my chin: about it, you know where to find me: a pox of this gout, or a gout of this pox, for the one or the other plays the rogue with my great toe. 'tis no matter if I do halt, I have the wars for my colour, and my pension shall seem the more reasonable: a good wit will make use of any thing; I will turn diseases to commodity. Thus have you heard our cause, and known our means, And my most noble friends, I pray you all Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes, And first Lord Marshall, what say you to it? I well allow the occasion of our arms, But gladly would be better satisfied, How in our means we should advance ourselves, To look with forehead, bold, and big enough, Upon the power and puissance of the King. Our 〈…〉 musters grow upon the file, To five and twenty thousand men of choice, And our supplies live largely in the hope Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns With an incensed fire of injuries.
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Yea, I thanke your prety sweet witte for it: but looke you pray, all you that kisse my lady Peace at home, that our armies ioyne not in a hote day, for, by the Lord, I take but two shirts out with me, and I meane not to sweate extraordinarily: if it be a hot day, & I brandish any thing but a bottle. I would I might neuer spit white again: there is not a dangerous action can peepe out his head▪ but I am thrust vpon it. Wel, I cannot last euer, but it was alway yet the tricke of our English nation, if they haue a good thing, to make it too common. If yee will needs say I am an olde man you should giue me rest: I would to God my name were not so terrible to the enemy as it is, I were better to be eaten do death with a rust, than to be scoured to nothing with perpetuall motion. Well, be honest▪ be honest, and God blesse your expedition. Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound to furnish me forth? Not a penny, not a penny, you are too impatient to beare crosses: fare you well: commend mee to my coosine Westmerland. If I do, fillip me with a three man beetle: A man can no more separate age and couetousnesse, than a can part yong limbs and lechery, but the gowt galles the one, and the pox pinches the other, and so both the degrees preuent my curses, boy. Sir. What money is in my purse? Seuen groates and two pence. I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse, borrowing onely lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable: Go beare this letter to my lord of Lancaster, this to the Prince, this to the Earle of Westmerland, and this to olde mistris Vrsula, whome I haue weekely sworne to marry since I perceiud the first white haire of my chin: about it, you know where to finde me: a pox of this gowt, or a gowt of this pox, for the one or the other playes the rogue with my great toe. Tis no matter if I doe hault, I haue the warres for my color, and my pension shal seeme the more reasonable: a good wit will make vse of any thing; I will turne diseases to commoditie. Thus haue you heard our cause, and knowne our meanes, And my most noble friends, I pray you al Speake plainely your opinions of our hopes, And first Lord Marshall, what say you to it? I well allow the occasion of our armes, But gladly would be better satisfied, How in our meanes we should aduance ourselues, To looke with forehead, bold, and big enough, Vpon the power and puissance of the King. Ou musters grow vpon the file, To fiue ad twety thousand men of choise, And our supplies liue largely in the hope Of great Northumberland, whose bosome burnes With an incensed fire of iniuries.