Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Eastward Ho · chunk 29 of 47

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 0.81 · 532 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.

Thank you good friend: the time may come, I shall requite you. See, see, see! I hold my life, there's some other a taking up at Wapping, now! Look, what a sort of people cluster about the Gallows there! in good troth it is so. O me! a fine young Gentleman! What? and taken up at the Gallows? Heaven grant he be not one day taken down there: A, my life it is ominous. Well, he is delivered for the time, I see the people have all left him; yet will I keep my prospect a while, to see if any more have been shipwrecked. accursed, that ever I was saved, or borne. How fatal is my sad arrival here? As if the Stars, and Providence spoke to me, And said, the drift of all unlawful courses, (whatever end they dare propose themselves, In frame of their licentious policies.) In the firm order of just Destiny, They are the ready high ways to our Ruins. I know not what to do, my wicked hopes Are, with this Tempest, torn up by the roots. O, which way shall I bend my desperate steps, In which unsufferable Shame and Misery Will not attend them? I will walk this Bank, And see if I can meet the other relics Of our poor shipwrecked Crew, or hear of them. The Knight (alas) was so far gone with wine, And th'other three, that I refus de their Boat, And took the hapless Woman in another, Who cannot but be sunk, whatever Fortune Hath wrought upon the others' desperate lives. Zounds Captain, I tell thee, we are cast up o'the Coast of France, 'sfoot, I am not drunk still, (I hope?) Dost remember where we were last Night? No by my troth Knight, not I. but methinks we have been a horrible while upon the water, and in the water. ay me we are undone for ever: hast any money about thee? Not a penny by heaven. Not a penny betwixt us, and cast ashore in France? Faith I cannot tell that; my brains, nor mine eyes are not mine own, yet. 'sfoot wilt not believe me? I know't by th'elevation of the Pole; and by the altitude and latitude of the Climate. See! hers comes a couple of French Gentlemen; I knew we were in France: dost thou think our Englishmen are so Frenchified, that a man knows not whether he be in France, or in England, when he sees 'em? What shall we do? we must cene to 'em, and entreat some relief of 'em: Life is sweet, and we have no other means to relieve our lives now, but their Charities; Pray you, do you beg on 'em then, you can speak French. Monsieur, plaist il d'avoir pity de nostre grand infortunes? jesuis un pour Chevalier D'Angloterre qui a souffris infortune de Naufrage. un pour Chevalier D'Angliterre? Oui Monsieur, il est trop vraye; mais vous sçavez bien nous sums toutes subject a fortune. A poor Knight of England? a poor Knight of Windsor, are you not? Why speak you this broken French, when you're a whole English man? on what coast are you, think you?
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayEastward Ho
AuthorChapman, George / Jonson, Ben / Marston, John
Publication year (edition)1605
First performance / composition (Annals)1605
First performance (BritDrama)1605 [1604-1605]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the Queen's Revels
TheaterBlackfriars;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 514 · TCP A18407 · DEEP 403
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 590–623 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 47 in this edition
Length532 words · 728 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T57 — Ships, merchants and pirates reviewed — decision pending · typicality 0.812 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T55 · seed 44: T46 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Thanke you good friende: the time may come, I ſhall requite you. See, ſee, ſee! I hold my life, there's ſome other a taking vp at Wapping, now! Looke, what a ſort of people cluſter about the Gallows there! in good troth it is ſo. O me! a fine yong Gentleman! What? and taken vp at the Gallowes? Heauen graunt he be not one day taken downe there: A, my life it is ominous. Well, hee is deliuered for the time, I ſee the people haue all left him; yet will I keepe my proſpect a while, to ſee if any more haue bin ſhipwrackt. Accur'ſt, that euer I was ſau'd, or borne. How fatall is my ſad ariuall here? As if the Starres, and Prouidence ſpake to mee, And ſayd, the drift of all vnlawfull courſes, (What euer ende they dare propoſe themſelues, In frame of their licentious policyes.) In the firme order of iuſt Deſtinie, They are the ready high wayes to our Ruines. I know not what to doe, my wicked hopes Are, with this Tempeſt, torne vp by the rootes. O, which way ſhall I bend my deſperate ſteppes, In which vnſufferable Shame and Miſerie Will not attend them? I will walke this Banck, And ſee if I can meete the other reliques Of our poore ſhip-wrackt Crew, or heare of them. The Knight (alas) was ſo farre gone with wine, And th'other three, that I refuſ de their Boate, And tooke the hapleſſe Woman in another, Who cannot but be ſuncke, what euer Fortune Hath wrought vpon the others deſperate liues. Zounds Captaine, I tell thee, we are caſt vp o'the Coaſt of France, Sfoote, I am not drunke ſtill, (I hope?) Doſt remember where we were laſt Night? No by my troth Knight, not I. but me thinkes wee haue bin a horrible while vpon the water, and in the water. Aye me we are vndone for euer: haſt any money about thee? Not a pennie by heauen. Not a pennie betwixt vs, and caſt a ſhore in France? Faith I cannot tell that; my braines, nor mine eyes are not mine owne, yet. Sfoote wilt not beleeue me? I know't by th'eleuation of the Pole; and by the altitude and latitude of the Climate. See! hers comes a coople of French Gentlemen▪ I knew we were in France: doſt thou think our Engliſhmen are ſo Frenchyfied, that a man knowes not whether he be in France, or in England, whē he ſees 'hem? What ſhal we doe? we muſt cene to 'hem, and intreat ſome reliefe of hem: Life is ſweete, and we haue no other meanes to relieue our liues now, but their Charities; Pray you, do you beg on 'hem thē, you can ſpeak French. Monſieur, plaiſt il d'auoir pitie de noſtre grand infortunes? Ieſuis vn poure Cheualier D'Angloterre qui a ſouffriſ infortune de Naufrage. Vn poure Cheualier D'Angliterre? Oui Monſieur, il eſt trop vraye; mais vousſcaues bien nous ſomes toutes ſubiect a fortune. A poore Knight of England? a poore Knight of Windſore, are you not? Why ſpeake you this broken French, when y'are a whole Engliſh man? on what coaſte are you, thinke you?