Chapman, George / Jonson, Ben / Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
God save my brave Colonel with all his tall Captains and Corporals; see sir, my worshipful learned Counsel, M. Bramble, is come to take his leave of you. Worshipful M. Bramble, how far do you draw us into the sweet briar of your kindness? come Captain Seagull, another health to this rare Bramble, that hath never a prick about him. I pledge his most smooth disposition sir: come master Security, bend your supporters, and pledge this notorious health here. Bend you yours likewise, M. Bramble, for it is you shall pledge me. Not so, M. Security, he must not pledge his own health. No Master Captain? Why then here's one is fitly come to do him that honour. Here's the Gentlewoman your cousin sir, whom with much entreaty I have brought to take her leave of you in a Tavern; ashamed whereof, you must pardon her if she put not off her Mask. Pardon me sweet cozen, my kind desire to see you before I went, made me so importunate to entreat your presence here. How now M. Frances? have you honoured this presence with a fair Gentlewoman? Pray sir, take you no notice of her, for she will not be known to you. But my learned Counsel, M. Bramble here, I hope may know her. No more than you sir, at this time, his learning must pardon her. Well, God pardon her for my part, and I do I'll be sworn; and so Master Francis, here's to all that are going Eastward tonight, towards Cuckold's haven; and so to the health of Master Bramble. I pledge it Sir, hath it gone round, Captains? It has sweet Frank, and the round closes with thee. Well Sir, here's to all Eastward & toward Cuckolds, & so to famous Cuckold's haven so fatally remembered. Surgit. Nay pray thee coz weep not; Gossip Security? I my brave Gossip. A word I beseech you Sir; our friend, Mistress Bramble here, is so dissolved in tears, that she drowns the whole mirth of our meeting: sweet Gossip, take her aside and comfort her. Pity of all true love, Mistress Bramble, what weep you to enjoy your love? what's the cause Lady? is't because your husband is so near, and your heart earns, to have a little abused him? alas, alas, the offence is too common to be respected; So great a grace, hath seldom chanced to so unthankful a woman; to be rid of an old jealous Dotard; to enjoy the arms, of a loving young Knight; that when your prickless Bramble is withered with grief of your loss, will make you flourish afresh in the Bed of a Lady. Sir Petronel, here's one of your water men come to tell you, it willbe flood these three hours; and that 'twill be dangerous going against the Tide: for the sky is over cast, & there was a porpoise, even now seen at London bridge, which is always the messenger of tempests, he says.
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God ſaue my braue Colonell with all his tall Captaines and Corporalls; ſee ſir, my worſhipfull learned Counſaile, M. Bramble, is come to take his leaue of you. Worſhipfull M. Bramble, how farre doe you drawe vs into the ſweete bryer of your kindneſſe? come Captain Seagull, another health to this rare Bramble, that hath neuer a pricke about him. I pledge his moſt ſmooth diſpoſition ſir: come maiſter Securitie, bend your ſupporters, and pleadge this notorious health here. Bend you yours likewiſe, M. Bramble, for it is you ſhal pleadge me. Not ſo, M. Securitie, hee muſt not pleadge his owne health. No Maiſter Captaine? Why then here's one is fitly come to doe him that honour. Here's the Gentlewoman your coſin ſir, whom with much entreatie I haue brought to take her leaue of you in a Tauerne; aſham'd whereof, you muſt pardon her if ſhe put not off her Maske. Pardon mee ſweete Coſen, my kinde deſire to ſee you before I went, made mee ſo importunate to entreat your preſence here. How now M. Frances? haue you honour'd this preſence with a faire Gentlewoman? Pray ſir, take you no notice of her, for ſhe will not be knowne to you. But my learn'd Counſaile, M. Bramble here, I hope may know her. No more then you ſir, at this time, his learning muſt pardon her. Well, God pardon her for my part, and I doe Ile bee ſworne; and ſo Maiſter Francis, here's to all that are going Eaſtward to night, towardes Cuckolds hauen; and ſo to the health of Maiſter Bramble. I pledge it Sir, hath it gone rounde, Captaines? It has ſweet Franck, and the rounde cloſes with thee. Wel Sir, here's to al Eaſtward & toward Cuckolds, & ſo to famouſe Cuckolds hauen ſo fatally remembred. Surgit. Nay pray thee Cuz weepe not; Goſſip Securitie? I my braue Goſſip. A word I beſeech you Sir; our friende, Miſtreſſe Bramble here, is ſo diſſolu'd in teares, that ſhee drownes the whole mirth of our meeting: ſweete Goſſip, take her aſide and comfort her. Pittie of all true loue, Miſtreſſe Bramble, what weepe you to enioy your loue? whats the cauſe Ladie? iſt becauſe your husband is ſo neere, and your heart earnes, to haue a litle abuſ'd him? Ahlas, Ahlas, the offence is too common to be reſpected; So great a grace, hath ſeldome chanc'd to ſo vnthankfull a woman; to be rid of an old ielous Dotard; to enioy the armes, of a louing young Knight; that when your prick-leſſe Bramble is withered with griefe of your loſſe, will make you flooriſh a freſh in the Bed of a Ladie. Sir Petronell, here's one of your water men come to tell you, it wilbe flood theſe three houres; and that t'will bee dangerous going againſt the Tyde: for the skie is ouer caſt, & there was a Porcpiſce, euen now ſeene at Londō bridge, which is alwaies the meſſenger of tempeſts, he ſayes.