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 · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Master Thomas, O God master Thomas, your hand, glove and all, this is to give you to understanding that your father is in health, and Alice Downing here hath sent you a Nutmeg, & Bess Makewater a race of Ginger, my fellow Will & Tom hath between them sent you a dozen of points, & good man Tolle of the Goat a pair of mittens, myself came in person, and this is all the news. gramercy good Hodge, and thou art welcome to me, But in as ill a time thou comest as may be: For I am traveling into Italie, What sayst thou Hodge wilt thou bear me company. Will I bear thee company Tom, what tell'st me of Italie, were it to the furthest part of Flanders, I would go with thee Tom, I am thine in all weal and woe, thy own to command, what Tom, I have passed the rigorous waves of Neptune's blasts, I tell you Thomas I have been in the danger of the floods, and when I have seen Boreas begin to play the Ruffian with us, then would I down of my knees and call upon Vulcan. And why upon him. Because as this same fellow Neptune is God of the Seas, so Vulcan is Lord over the smiths, and therefore I being a Smith, thought his Godhead would have some care yet of me. A good conceit, but tell hast thou dined yet? Thomas to speak the truth, not a bit yet I. Come go with me, thou shalt have cheer good store. And farewell Antwerp if I come no more. I follow thee sweet Tom, I follow thee. Is Cromwell gone then, say you master Bagot, What dislike I pray, what was the cause? To tell you true, a wild brain of his own, Such youth as they cannot see when they are well: He is all bent to travail, that's his reason, And doth not love to eat his bread at home. Well, good fortune with him, if the man be gone. We hardly shall find such a one as he, To fit our turns, his dealings were so honest: But now sir, for your jewels that I have, What do you say, will you take my price. O sir, you offer too much underfoot. 'tis but two hundred pound between us man, What's that in payment of five thousand pound. Two hundred pound, by’r lady sir 'tis great, Before I got so much, it made me sweat. Well Master Bagot, I'll proffer you fairly, You see this Merchant master Banister, Is going now to prison at your suit. His substance all is gone, what would you have, Yet in regard I knew the man of wealth, Never dishonest dealing, but such mishaps, Hath fallen on him, may light on me, or you, There is two hundred pound between us, We will divide the same, I'll give you one, On that condition you will set him free: His state is nothing, that you see yourself, And where nought is, the King must lose his right.
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Maister Thomas, O God maister Thomas, your hand, gloue and all, this is to giue you to vnderstanding that your father is in health, and Alice Downing here hath sent you a Nutmeg, & Besse Make water a race of Ginger, my fellow Will & Tom hath between them sent you a dozen of pointes, & good man Tolle of the Goate a paire of mittons, my selfe came in person, and this is all the newes. Gramarsie good Hodge, and thou art welcome to me, But in as ill a time thou comest as may be: For I am traueling into Italie, What saist thou Hodge wilt thou beare me companie. Will I beare thee companie Tom, what tell'st me of Italie, were it to the furthest part of Flaunders, I would goe with thee Tom, I am thine in all weale and woe, thy owne to commaund, what Tom, I haue passed the rigorous waues of Neptunes blastes, I tell you Thomas I haue beene in the danger of the flouds, and when I haue seene Boreas beginne to plaie the Ruffin with vs, then would I downe of my knees and call vppon Vulcan. And why vpon him. Because as this same fellow Neptune is God of the Seas, so Vulcan is Lord ouer the Smithes, and therefore I being a Smith, thought his Godhead would haue some care yet of me. A good conceit, but tell hast thou dined yet? Thomas to speake the truth, not a bit yet I. Come go with me, thou shalt haue cheere good store. And farewell Antwarpe if I come no more. I follow thee sweet Tom, I follow thee. Is Cromwell gone then, say you maister Bagot, What dislike I pray, what was the cause? To tell you true, a wilde braine of his owne, Such youth as they cannot see when they are well: He is all bent to trauaile, thats his reason, And doth not loue to eate his bread at home. Well, good fortune with him, if the man be gone. We hardly shall finde such a one as he, To fit our turnes, his dealings were so honest: But now sir, for your Iewels that I haue, What do you say, will you take my prise. O sir, you offer too much vnderfoote. Tis but two hundred pound betweene vs man, Whats that in paiment of fiue thousand pound. Two hundred pound, birladie sir tis great, Before I got so much, it made me sweat. Well Maister Bagot, Ile proffer you fairelie, You see this Marchant maister Banister, Is going now to prison at your sute. His substance all is gone, what would you haue, Yet in regarde I knew the man of wealth, Neuer dishonest dealing, but such mishaps, Hath falne on him, may light on me, or you, There is two hundred pound betweene vs, We will deuide the same, Ile giue you one, On that condition you will set him free: His state is nothing, that you see your selfe, And where naught is, the King must lose his right.