S., W. · published 1613 · first performed or written 1600 [c.1599-1602] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 524 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.
Now gentlemen imagine, that young Cromwell is In Antwerp, Ledger for the English Merchants: And Banister to shun this Bagot's hate, Hearing that he hath got some of his debts, Is fled to Antwerp, with his wife and children, Which Bagot hearing is gone after them: And thither sends his bills of debt before, To be revenged on wretched Banister, What doth fall out, with patience sit and see, A just requital of false treachery. Thus far my reckoning doth go strait and even: But Cromwell this same plodding fits not thee: Thy mind is altogether set on travel, And not to live thus cloistered like a Nun, It is not this same trash that I regard, Experience is the jewel of my heart. I pray sir, are you ready to dispatch me? Yes here's those sums of money you must carry. You go so far as Frankford, do you not? I do sir. Well prithee make all the hast thou canst, For there be certain English gentlemen Are bound for Venice, and may happily want And if that you should linger by the way: But in hope that you will make good speed, There's two Angels to buy you spurs and wands. I thank you sir, this will add wings indeed. Gold is of power to make an eagle's speed. What gentlewoman is this that grieves so much? It seems she doth address herself to me. God save you sir, pray is your name Master Cromwell. My name is Thomas Cromwell, gentlewoman. Know you not one Bagot sir, that's come to Antwerp? No trust me, I never saw the man, But here are bills of debt I have received Against one Banister a Merchant fallen into decay. Into decay indeed, long of that wretch, I am the wife to woeful Banister, And by that bloody villain am pursued, From London here to Antwerp, My husband he is in the governors hands: And God of heaven knows how he'll deal with him, Now sir your heart is framed of milder temper, Be merciful to a distressed soul, And God no doubt will triple bless your gain. Good Mistress Banister, what I can, I will, In any thing that lies within my power. O speak to Bagot, that same wicked wretch, An Angel's voice may move a damned devil. Why is he come to Antwerp as you here? I hard he landed some two hours since. Well Mistress Banister assure yourself, I'll speak to Bagot in your own behalf: And win him t'all the pity that I can, Mean time, to comfort you in your distress, Receive these Angels to relieve your need, And be assured that what I can effect: To do you good, no way I will neglect. That mighty God that knows each mortals heart, Keep you from trouble, sorrow, grief and smart. Thanks courteous woman, For thy hearty prayer: It grieves my soul to see her misery, But we that live under the work of fate, May hope the best, yet knows not to what state Our stars and destinies hath us assigned, Fickle is Fortune, and her face is blind.
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Now gentlemen imagine, that young Cromwell is In Antwarpe, Ledger for the Engliſh Marchants: And Baniſter to ſhunne this Bagots hate, Hearing that he hath got ſome of his debts, Is fled to Antwarpe, with his wife and children, Which Bagot hearing is gone after them: And thether ſends his billes of debt before, To be reuenged on wretched Baniſter, What doth fall out, with patience ſit and ſee, A iuſt requitall of falſe trecherie. Thus farre my reckoning doth goe ſtraight and euen: But Cromwell this ſame plodding fits not thee: Thy minde is altogether ſet on trauell, And not to liue thus cloyſtered like a Nunne, It is not this ſame traſh that I regard, Experience is the iewell of my hart. I pray ſir, are you ready to diſpatch me? Yes heres thoſe ſummes of mony you muſt cary. You goe ſo farre as Frankford, doe you not? I doe ſir. Well prethee make all the haſt thou canſt, For there be certaine Engliſh gentlemen Are bound for Venice, and may happily want And if that you ſhould linger by the way: But in hope that you will make good ſpeed, There's two Angels to buy you ſpurres and wandes. I thanke you ſir, this will adde winges indeede. Golde is of power to make an Eagles ſpeed. What gentlewoman is this that greeues ſo much? It ſeemes ſhe doth addreſſe her ſelfe to me. God ſaue you ſir, pray is your name Maiſter Cromwell. My name is Thomas Cromwell, gentlewoman. Know you not one Bagot ſir, that's come to Antwarpe? No truſt me, I neuer ſaw the man, But here are billes of debt I haue receiued Againſt one Baniſter a Marchant fallen into decay. Into decay indeede, long of that wretch, I am the wife to wofull Baniſter, And by that bloudy villaine am perſu'de, From London here to Antwarpe, My husband he is in the gouernours hands: And God of heauen knowes how he'ill deale with him, Now ſir your hart is framed of milder temper, Be mercifull to a diſtreſſed ſoule, And God no doubt will treble bleſſe your gaine. Good Miſtris Baniſter, what I can, I will, In any thing that lies within my power. O ſpeake to Bagot, that ſame wicked wretch, An Angels voyce may moue a damned diuell. Why is he come to Antwarpe as you here? I hard he landed ſome two houres ſince. Well Miſtris Banister aſſure your ſelfe, Ile ſpeake to Bagot in your owne behalfe: And winne him t'all the pittie that I can, Meane time, to comfort you in your diſtreſſe, Receiue theſe Angels to releeue your neede, And be aſſured that what I can effect: To doe you good, no way I will neglect. That mighty God that knowes each mortals hart, Keepe you from trouble, ſorrow, griefe and ſmart. Thankes courteous woman, For thy hartie prayer: It greeues my ſoule to ſee her miſerie, But we that liue vnder the worke of fate, May hope the beſt, yet knowes not to what ſtate Our ſtarres and deſtinies hath vs aſignde, Fickle is Fortune, and her face is blinde.