The True Chronicle of King Leir (King Lear and his Three Daughters) · chunk 7 of 43
Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1588-1594] (Annals) history · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 462 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
To bind thee from a thing thou canst not leave, Were but a mean to make thee seek it more: And therefore speak, look, kiss, salute for me; In these myself am like to second thee. Now hear thy task. I charge thee from the time That first we set sail for the British shore, To use no words of dignity to me, But in the friendliest manner that thou canst, Make use of me as thy companion: For we will go disguised in Palmer's weeds, That no man shall mistrust us what we are. If that be all, i'll fit your turn, I warrant you. I am some kin to the Blunts, and I think, the bluntest of all my kindred; therefore if I be too blunt with you, thank yourself for praying me to be so. Thy pleasant company will make the way see me short. It resteth now, that in my absence hence, I do commit the government to you My trusty Lords and faithful counsellors. Time cutteth off the rest I have to say: The wind blows fair, and I must needs away. heavens send your voyage to as good effect, As we your land do purpose to protect. But how far distant are we from the Court? Some twenty miles, my Lord, or thereabouts. It seemeth to me twenty thousand miles: Yet hope I to be there within this hour. Then are you like to ride alone for me. I think, my Lord is weary of his life. Sweet Gonorill, I long to see thy face, Which hast so kindly gratified my love. Get a fresh horse: for by my soul I swear, I am past patience, longer to forbear The wished sight of my beloved mistress, Dear Ragan, stay and comfort of my life. Now what in God's name doth my Lord intend? He thinks he ne'er shall come at's journeys end. I would he had old Dedalus waxen wings, That he might fly, so I might stay behind: For ere we get to Troynovant, I see, He quite will tire himself, his horse and me. Brother of Cambria, we greet you well, As one whom here we little did expect. Brother of Cornwall, met in happy time: I thought as much to have met with the soldan of Persia, As to have met you in this place, my Lord. No doubt, it is about some great affairs, That makes you here so slenderly accompanied. To say the truth, my Lord, it is no less, And for your part some hasty wind of chance Hath blown you hither thus upon the sudden. My Lord, to break off further circumstances, For at this time I cannot brook delays: Tell you your reason, I will tell you mine.
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To bind thee from a thing thou canst not leaue, Were but a meane to make thee seeke it more: And therefore speake, looke, kisse, salute for me; In these my selfe am like to second thee. Now heare thy taske. I charge thee from the time That first we set sayle for the Brittish shore, To vse no words of dignity to me, But in the friendliest maner that thou canst, Make vse of me as thy companion: For we will go disguisde in Palmers weeds, That no man shall mistrust vs what we are. If that be all, ile fit your turne, I warrant you. I am some kin to the Blunts, and I think, the bluntest of all my kindred; therfore if I bee too blunt with you, thank your selfe for praying me to be so. Thy pleasant company will make the way see me short. It resteth now, that in my absence hence, I do commit the gouernment to you My trusty Lords and faythfull Counsellers. Time cutteth off the rest I haue to say: The wynd blowes fayre, and I must needs away. Heauens send your voyage to as good effect, As we your land do purpose to protect. But how far distant are we from the Court? Some twenty miles, my Lord, or thereabouts. It seemeth to me twenty thousand myles: Yet hope I to be there within this houre. Then are you like to ride alone for me. I thinke, my Lord is weary of his life. Sweet Gonorill, I long to see thy face, Which hast so kindly gratified my loue. Get a fresh horse: for by my soule I sweare, I am past patience, longer to forbeare The wished sight of my beloued mistris, Deare Ragan, stay and comfort of my life. Now what in Gods name doth my Lord intend? He thinks he ne're shall come at's iourneyes end. I would he had old Dedalus waxen wings, That he might flye, so I might stay behind: For e're we get to Troynouant, I see, He quite will tyre himselfe, his horse and me. Brother of Cambria, we greet you well, As one whom here we little did expect. Brother of Cornwall, met in happy time: I thought as much to haue met with the Souldan of Persia, As to haue met you in this place, my Lord. No doubt, it is about some great affayres, That makes you here so slenderly accompanied. To say the truth, my Lord, it is no lesse, And for your part some hasty wind of chance Hath blowne you hither thus vpon the sudden. My Lord, to break off further circumstances, For at this time I cannot brooke delayes: Tell you your reason, I will tell you mine.