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 · 527 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Talk not of it I beseech thee, I am ashamed to imagine it; I will home, I will home, and every morning on my knees ask thee heartily forgiveness. Now will I descend my honourable Prospect; the farthest seeing Sea mark of the World: No marvel then if I could see two miles about me. I hope the red Tempests anger be now over blown, which sure I think Heaven sent as a punishment, for profaning holy Saint Luke's memory, with so ridiculous a custom. Thou dishonest Satire, farewell to honest married Men; Farewell, to all sorts, and degrees of thee. Farewell thou horn of hunger that call'st th'Inns a court to their Manger; Farewell thou horn of abundance, that adornest the headsmen of the Commonwealth; Farewell thou home of Direction, that is the City lantern; Farewell thou Horn of Pleasure, the Ensign of the huntsman; Farewell thou Horn of Destiny, the sign of the married man; Farewell thou Horn Tree that bearest nothing but Stone fruit Ha Sirrah! Thinks my Knight Adventurer we can no point of our compass? Do we not know North-north-east? North-east and by East? East and by North! nor plain Eastward? Ha? have we never heard of Virginia? nor the Cavallaria? not the Colonoria? Can we discover no discoveries? well, mine errant Sir Flash, and my runagate Quicksilver, you may drink drunk, crack cans, hurl away a brown dozen of Monmouth Capps or so, in sea-ceremony to your boon voyage but for reaching any Coast save the coast of Kent; or Essex, with this Tide, or with this fleet, I'll be your warrant for a Gravesend tossed: There's that gone afore, will stay your Admiral and vice-admiral, and Rear-admiral, were they all (as they are) but one Pinnace, and under sail, as well as a Remora, doubt it not; and from this Sconce, without either powder or shot, work upon that now. Nay, and you'll show tricks, we'll vie with you, a little. My Daughter, his Lady, was sent Eastward, by land, to a Castle of his, i'the air (in what region I know not) and (as I hear) was glad to take up her lodging in her Coach, she and her two waiting women, her maid, and her mother, like three Snails in a shall, and the Coachman atop on 'em, I think. Since they have all found the way back again by weeping Cross. But i'll not see them. And for two on 'em, Madam, and her Malkm, they are like to bite oh the bridle for William, as the poor horses have done all this while that hurried 'em, or else go graze o'the common: So should my Dame Touchstone too, but she has been my Cross these thirty years, and i'll now keep her, to fright away sprights; i'faith. I wonder I hear no news of my son Goulding! He was sent for to the Guildhall, this Morning betimes, and I marvel at the matter, if I had not laid up Comfort, & hope in him, I should grow desperate of all. See, He is come I'my thought! How now Son? what news at the Court of Aldermen?
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Talke not of it I beſeech thee, I am aſhamed to imagine it; I will home, I will home, and euery morning on my knees aske thee hartely forgiuenes. Nowe will I deſcend my honourable Proſpect; the farthieſt ſeeing Sea marke of the World: Noe maruaile then if I could ſee two miles about me. I hope the redde Tempeſts anger be nowe ouer blowne, which ſure I thinke Heauen ſent as a puniſhment, for prophaning holy Saint Lukes memorie, with ſo ridiculous a cuſtome. Thou diſhoneſt Satyre, farewel to honeſt married Men; Farewel, to all ſorts, and degrees of thee. Farewel thou horne of hūger that calſt th'Inns a court to their Manger; Farewel thou horne of aboundāce, that adorneſt the headſmen of the Common-wealth; Farewell thou home of Direction, that is the Cittie Lanthorne; Farewell thou Horne of Pleaſure, the Enſigne of the huntſman; Farewell thou Horne of Deſtinie, thenſigne of the married man; Farewell thou Horne Tree that beareſt nothing but Stone fruite Ha Sirah! Thinkes my Knight Aduenturer we can no point of our compaſſe? Doe wee not knowe North-north-eaſt? North-eaſt and by East? East and by North! nor plaine Eastward? Ha? haue we neuer heard of Ʋirginia? nor the Cauallaria? not the Colonoria? Can we diſcouer no diſcoueries? well, mine errant Sir Flaſh, and my runnagate Quickſiluer, you may drinke dronke, crack cannes, hurle away a browne dozen of Monmouth Capps or ſo, in ſea-ceremonie to your boon voyage but for reaching any Coaſt ſaue the coaſt of Kent; or Eſſex, with this Tide, or with this fleete, Ile be your warrant for a Graueſend Toſt: There's that gone aſore, wil ſtay your Admiral and Ʋice-admirall, and Rere-admirall, were they al (as they are) but one Pinnace, and vnder ſaile, as wel as a Remora, doubt it not; and from this Sconce, without eyther pouder or ſhot, worke vpon that now. Nay, and you'll ſhew trickes, wee'l vie with you, a little. My Daughter, his Lady, was ſent Eaſtward, by land, to a Caſtle of his, i'the ayre (in what region I knowe not) and (as I heare) was glad to take vp her lodging in her Coach, ſhe and her two waiting women, her maide, and her mother, like three Snailes in a ſhall, and the Coachman a top on 'hem, I thinke. Since they haue all found the way back againe by weeping Croſſe. But ile not ſee them. And for two on 'hem, Madam, and her Malkm, they are like to bite o the bridle for William, as the poore horſes haue done al this while that hurried 'hem, or elſe go graze o'the cō mon: So ſhould my Dame Touchstone too, but ſhe has bene my Croſſe theſe thirty yeares, and ile now keepe her, to fright away ſprights; Ifaith. I wonder I heare no news of my ſonne Goulding! He was ſent for to the Guild-hall, this Morning betimes, and I maruaile at the matter, if I had not layd vp Comfort, & hope in him, I ſhould grow deſperate of al. See, He is come I'my thought! How now Sonne? what newes at the Court of Aldermen?