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 · 517 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.
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, and Bess Make water a race of Ginger, my fellow Will and Tom hath between them sent you a dozen of points, and goodman 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 Italy, What sayst thou Hodge, wilt thou bear me company? Will I bear thee company Tom, what tell'st me of Italy, 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, than would I down a 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 me 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 bend 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? what, will you take my prize? 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 birladie 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, and Beſſe Make water a race of Ginger, my fellow Will and Tom hath betweene them ſent you a dozen of points, and goodman 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 commeſt as may be: For I am trauelling into Italy, What ſaiſt thou Hodge, wilt thou beare me company? Will I beare thee company Tom, what tell'ſt me of Italy, were it to the furtheſt part of Flanders, 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 play the Ruffin with vs, then would I downe a my knees and call vpon Vulcan. And why vpon him? Becauſe as this ſame fellow Neptune is God of the Seas, ſo Vulcan is LORD ouer the Smiths, and therefore I being a Smith, thought his Godhead would haue ſome care yet of me. A good conceit, but tell me haſt thou din'd yet? Thomas to ſpeake the truth, not a bit yet I. Come goe 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 doe you ſay? what, 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 fairely, 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 diuide 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.