S., W. · published 1602 · first performed or written 1600 [c.1599-1602] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Nay good master Cromwell be not angry sir, I know full well you are no such man; But if your conscience were as white as Snow, It will be thought that you are other wise. Will it be thought that I am other wise, Let them that think so know they are deceived; Shall Cromwell live to have his faith misconstered, Antwerp for all the wealth within thy Town, I will not stay here not two hours longer: As good luck serves my accounts are all made even, Therefore i'll straight unto the treasurer, Bagot I know you'll to the governor, Commend me to him, say I am bound to travail, To see the fruitful parts of Italie, And as you ever bore a Christian mind, Let Banister some favour of you find. For your sake sir i'll help him all I can, To starve his heart out ere he gets a groat, So master Cromwell do I take my leave, For I must straight unto the governor. Farewell sir, pray you remember what I said, No Cromwell, no, thy heart was near so base: To live by falsehood or by brokery, But falls out well, I little it repent, Hereafter, time in travel shallbe spent. Your son Thomas, quoth you, I have been Thomased, I had thought it had been no such matter to a gone by water: for at Putney i'll go you to Paris-garden for two pence, sit as still as may be, without any wagging or jolting in my guts, in a little boat too: here' we were scarce four mile in the great green water, but I thinking to go to my afternoons unchines, as 'twas my manner at home, but I felt a kind of rising in my guts: at last one a the Sailors spying of me, be a good cheer says he, set down thy victuals, and up with it, thou hast nothing but an Eel in thy belly: Well to't went I, to my victuals went the Sailors, and thinking I to be a man of better experience than any in the ship, asked me what Wood the ship was made of: they all swore I told them as right as if I had been acquainted with the Carpenter that made it, at last we grew near land, and I grew villainous hungry, went to my bag, the devil a bit there was, the Sailors had tickled me, yet I cannot blame them, it was a part of kindness, for I in kindness told them what Wood the ship was made of, and they in kindness eat up my victuals, as indeed one good turn asketh another: Well would I, could I, find my master Thomas in this Dutch Town, he might put some English bear into my belly. What Hodge my father's man, by my hand welcome, How doth my father? what's the news at home?
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Nay good maister Cromwell be not angrie sir, I know full well you are no such man; But if your conscience were as white as Snow, It will be thought that you are other wise. Will it be thought that I am other wise, Let them that thinke so know they are deceiu'de; Shall Cromwell liue to haue his faith misconstered, Antwarpe for all the wealth within thy Towne, I will not stay here not two houres longer: As good lucke serues my accountes are all made euen, Therefore ile straight vnto the treasurer, Bagot I know youle to the gouernour, Commend me to him, say I am bound to trauaile, To see the fruitefull partes of Italie, And as you euer bore a Christian minde, Let Banister some fauour of you finde. For your sake sir ile helpe him all I can, To starue his hart out eare he gets a groate, So maister Cromwell doe I take my leaue, For I must straight vnto the gouernour. Farewell sir, pray you remember what I said, No Cromwell, no, thy hart was nere so bace: To liue by falshoode or by brokerie, But falles out well, I little it repent, Hereafter, time in trauell shalbe spent. Your sonne Thomas, quoth you, I haue beene Thomast, I had thought it had beene no such matter to a gone by water: for at Putnaie ile go you to Parish-garden for two pence, sitte as still as may be, without any wagging or ioulting in my guttes, in a little boate too: heere 'wee were scarce foure mile in the great greene water, but I thinking to goe to my afternoones vnchines, as twas my manner at home, but I felt a kinde of rising in my guttes: at last one a the Sailers spying of me, be a good cheere sayes hee, set downe thy victualles, and vppe with it, thou hast nothing but an Eele in thy belly: Well toote went I, to my victtualles went the Sailers, and thinking I to bee a man of better experience then any in the shippe, asked mee what Woode the shippe was made of: they all swore I tould them as right as if I had beene acquainted with the Carpenter that made it, at last wee grewe neere lande, and I grewe villanous hungrie, went to my bagge, the diuell a bitte there was, the Sailers had tickled mee, yet I cannot blame them, it was a parte of kindnesse, for I in kindnesse toulde them what Woode the shippe was made of, and they in kindnesse eate vp my victualles, as indeede one good turne asketh another: Well would I, could I, finde my maister Thomas in this Dutch Towne, he might put some English Beare into my bellie. What Hodge my fathers man, by my hand welcome, How doth my father? whats the newes at home?