Chapman, George / Jonson, Ben / Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T57 Ships, merchants and pirates typicality 0.83 · 542 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
All hail, fair Haven of married men only, for there are none but married men Cuckolds. For my part, I presume not to arrive here, but in my masters behalf, (a poor Butcher of Eastcheap) who sends me to set up (in honour of Saint Luke) these necessary Ensigns of his homage: And up I got this morning, thus early, to get up to the top of this famous Tree, that is all fruit and no leaves, to advance this Crest of my masters occupation. Up then, Heaven and Saint Luke bless me, that I be not blown into the Thames as I climb, with this furious Tempest; Slight, I think the Devil be abroad, in likeness of a storm, to rob me of my horns: Hark how he roars. Lord! what a coil the Thames keeps! she bears some unjust burden I believe, that she kicks and curvets thus to cast it: Heaven bless all honest passengers, that are upon her back now, for the Bit is out of her mouth I see, and she will run away with 'em. So, so, I think I have made it look the right way, it runs against London-Bridge (as it were) even full butt. And now, let me discover from this lofty prospect, what pranks the rude Thames plays in her desperate lunacy. O me, here's a Boat has been cast away hard by. Alas, alas, See one of her passengers, labouring for his life, to land at this Haven here; pray heaven he may recover it: His next land is even just under me; hold out yet a little: whatsoever thou art, pray, and take a good heart to thee. 'tis a man, take a man's heart to thee; yet a little further, get up a thy legs man: now, 'tis shallow enough. So, so, so! Alas, he's down again; hold thy wind Father: 'tis a man in a Nightcap. So! now he's got up again: now he's passed the worst: yet thanks be to heaven; he comes toward me pretty and strongly. Heaven, I beseech thee, how have I offended thee! where am I cast ashore now, that I may go a righter way home by land? Let me see. O I am scarce able to look about me! where is there any sea-mark that I am acquainted withal? Look up Father, are you acquainted with this Mark? What! landed at Cuckold's haven? Hell and damnation. I will run back and drown myself. Poor man how weak he is! the weak water has washed away his strength. Landed at Cuckolds haven? if it had not been to die twenty times alive, I should never have scaped death: I will never arise more: I will grovel here, and eat dirt till I be choked: I will make the gentle earth do that, which the cruel water has denied me. Alas good father, be not so desperate; Rise man: if you will, I'll come presently and lead you home. Home? shall I make any know my Home, that has known me thus abroad? how I owe shall I crouch away, that no eye may see me? I will creep on the earth while I live, and never look heaven in the face more.
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All haile, faire Hauen of married men onely, for there are none but married men Cuckolds. For my part, I preſume not to arriue here, but in my Maiſters behalfe, (a poore Butcher of Eaſt-cheape) who ſends me to ſet vp (in honour of Saint Luke) theſe neceſſarie Enſignes of his homage: And vp I got this morning, thus early, to get vp to the toppe of this famous Tree, that is all fruite and no leaues, to aduance this Creſt of my Maiſters occupation. Vp then, Heauen and Saint Luke bleſſe me, that I be not blowne into the Thames as I clime, with this furious Tempeſt; Slight, I thinke the Deuill be abroade, in likeneſſe of a ſtorme, to rob me of my Hornes: Harke how he roares. Lord! what a coyle the Thames keepes! ſhe beares ſome vniuſt burthen I beleeue, that ſhe kicks and curuets thus to caſt it: Heauen bleſſe all honeſt paſſengers, that are vpon her back now, for the Bitte is out of her mouth I ſee, and ſhee will runne away with 'hem. So, ſo, I thinke I haue made it looke the right way, it runnes againſt London-Bridge (as it were) euen full butt. And now, let mee diſcouer from this loftie proſpect, what pranckes the rude Thames playes in her deſperate lunacie. O me, here's a Boate has beene caſt away hard by. Alas, alas, See one of her paſſengers, labouring for his life, to land at this Hauen here; pray heauen he may recouer it: His next land is euē iuſt vnder me; hold out yet a little: whatſoeuer thou art, pray, and take a good heart to thee. Tis a man, take a mans heart to thee; yet a little further, get vp a thy legges man: now, tis ſnallowe enough. So, ſo, ſo! Alas, hee's downe againe; hold thy winde Father: tis a man in a Night-cappe. So! now hee's got vp againe: now hee's paſt the worſt: yet thankes be to heauen; he comes toward me pretie and ſtrongly. Heauen, I beſeech thee, how haue I offended thee! where am I caſt a ſhore nowe, that I may goe a righter way home by land? Let me ſee. O I am ſcarce able to looke about me! where is there any Sea-marke that I am acquainted withall? Looke vp Father, are you acquainted with this Marke? What! landed at Cuckolds hauen? Hell and damnation. I will runne backe and drowne my ſelfe. Poore man how weake hee is! the weake water ha's waſht away his ſtrength. Landed at Cuckolds hauen? if it had not bin to die twentie times a liue, I ſhould neuer haue ſcapt death: I will neuer ariſe more: I will grouell here, and eate durt till I be choak't: I will make the gentle earth doe that, which the cruell water ha's denied me. Alas good father, be not ſo deſperate; Riſe man: if you will, Ile come preſently and lead you home. Home? ſhall I make any know my Home, that has knowne me thus abrode? how Iowe ſhall I crouch away, that no eye may ſee mee? I will creepe on the earth while I liue, and neuer looke heauen in the face more.