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 · 487 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.
Nay good Master Cromwell be not angry sir, I know full well that you are no such man, But if your conscience were as white as Snow, It will be thought that you are otherwise, 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 misconsterd, Antwerp for all the wealth within thy Town I will not stay here full two hours longer: As good luck serves, my accounts are all made even, Therefore i'll strait unto 〈◊〉 treasurer, Bagot, I know you'll to the gournour, Commend me to him, say I am bound to travail, To see the fruitful parts of Italy, 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 ear he gets a groat, So Master Cromwell do I take my leave, For I must strait 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 it 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 Parish-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 Eele in thy belly▪ Well, to't went I, to my victuals went the Sailors, & thinking me 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 could 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 angry ſir, I know full well that you are no ſuch man, But if your conſcience were as white as Snow, It will be thought that you are otherwiſe, Will it be thought that I am other wiſe? Let them that thinke ſo know they are deceiu'd; Shall Cromwell liue to haue his faith miſconſterd, Antwarpe for all the wealth within thy Towne I will not ſtay here full two houres longer: As good lucke ſerues, my accounts are all made euen, Therefore ile ſtraight vnto treaſurer, Bagot, I know youle to the gournour, Commend me to him, ſay I am bound to trauaile, To ſee the fruitefull parts of Italy, 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 baſe To liue by falſhoode or by brokery, But 't 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 Putnay ile goe you to Pariſh-garden for two pence, ſit as ſtill as may be, without any wagging or ioulting in my guttes, in a little boate too: here vve 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 victuals, and vp with it, thou haſt nothing but an Ecle in thy belly▪ Well, too't went I, to my victuals went the Sailers, & thinking me to be a man of better experience then any in the ſhippe, asked mee what Woode the ſhippe was made of: they all ſwore I could them as right as if I had beene acquainted with the Carpenter that made it, at laſt wee grew neere land, and I grew villanous hungry, went to my bagge, the diuell a bit there was, the Sailers had tickled mee▪ yet I cannot blame them, it was a part of kindneſſe, for I in kindneſſe tould them what Wood the ſhippe was made of, and they in kindneſſe eate vp my victuals, 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 belly. What Hodge my fathers man, by my hand welcome, How doth my father? whats the newes at home?