Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 522 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
He has land between Foolham and London, he would have made it over to me: to your charge Poet, give you the assault upon her, and send but Fetherstone to me, I'll hang him by the gills. he's not yet horsed sure, Philip, go thy ways, give fire to him, and send him hither with a powder presently. he's blown up already. Gentlemen you'll stick to the device, & look to your plot? Most Poetically: away to your quarter. I march, I will cast my rider gallants: I hope you see who shall pay for our voyage. That must he that comes here: Master Fetherstone, O Master Fetherstone, you may now make your fortunes weigh ten stone of Feathers more than ever they did: leap but into the Saddle now, that stands empty for you, you are made for ever. An Ass I'll be sworn. How for God's sake? how? I would you had, what I could wish you, I love you, and because you shall be sure to know where my love dwells, look you sir, it hangs out at this sign: you shall pray for Ware, when Ware is dead and rotten: look you sir, there is as pretty a little Pinnace, struck sail hereby, and come in lately; she's my kinswoman, my father's youngest Sister, a ward, her portion three thousand; her hopes if her Grannam die without issue, better. Very good sir. Her Guardian goes about to marry her to a Stone-cutter, and rather than she'll be subject to such a fellow, she'll die a martyr, will you have all out? she's run away, is here at an Inn i'th' town, what parts soever you have played with me, I see good parts in you, and if you now will catch times hair that's put into your hand, you shall clap her up presently. Is she young? and a pretty wench? Few citizens wives are like her. Young, why I warrant sixteen hath scarce gone over her. 'sfoot, where is she? if I like her parsonage, as well as I like that which you say belongs to her parsonage, I'll stand thrumming of Caps no longer, but board your pinnace whilst 'tis hot. Away then with these Gentlemen with a French gallop, and to her: Philip here shall run for a Priest, and dispatch you. Will you gallants go along: we may be married in a Chamber for fear of hue and cry after her, and some of the company shall keep the door. Assure your soul she will be followed: away therefore. he's in the Curtain gulf, and swallowed horse and man: he will have somebody keep the door for him, she'll look to that: I am younger than I was two nights ago, for this physic.— how now? God plesse you; is there not an arrant scurvy trab in your company, that is a gentlewoman borne sir, and can tawg Weleh, and Dutch and any tongue in your head? How so? Drabs in my company: do I look like a Drab-driver? The Trab will drive you (if she put you before her) into a pench hole.
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Hee has land betweene Foolham and London, he would haue made it ouer to me: to your charge Poet, giue you the assault vpon her, and send but Fetherstone to mee, Ile hang him by the gills. Hees not yet horst sure, Phillip, go thy wayes, giue fire to him, and send him hither with a powder presently. Hees blowne vp already. Gentlemen youle stick to the deuise, & looke to your plot? Most Poetically: away to your quarter. I marche, I will cast my rider gallants: I hope you see who shall pay for our voyage. That must hee that comes here: Maister Fetherstone, O Maister Fetherstone, you may now make your fortunes weigh ten stone of Fethers more then euer they did: leape but into the Saddle now, that stands empty for you, you are made for euer. An Asse Ile be sworne. How for Gods sake? how? I would you had, what I could wish you, I loue you, and because you shall be sure to know where my loue dwels, looke you sir, it hangs out at this signe: you shall pray for Ware, when Ware is dead and rotten: looke you sir, there is as pretty a little Pinnas, struck saile hereby, and come in lately; shee's my kinse-woman, my fathers youngest Sister, a warde, her portion three thousand; her hopes if her Grannam dye without issue, better. Very good sir. Her Gardian goes about to marry her to a Stone-cutter, and rather than sheele be subiect to such a fellow, sheele dye a martyr, will you haue all out? shee's runne away, is here at an Inne ith' towne, what parts so euer you haue plaid with mee, I see good parts in you, and if you now will catch times hayre that's put into your hand, you shall clap her vp presently. Is she young? and a pretty wench? Few Cittizens wiues are like her. Yong, why I warrant sixteene hath scarce gone ouer her. Sfoot, where is she? if I like her personage, aswell as I like that which you say belongs to her personage, Ile stand thrumming of Caps no longer, but board your Pynnis whilst 'tis hotte. Away then with these Gentlemen with a French gallop, and to her: Phillip here shall runne for a Priest, and dispatch you. Will you gallants goe along: wee may be married in a Chamber for feare of hew and crie after her, and some of the company shall keepe the doore. Assure your soule shee will be followed: away therefore. Hees in the Curtian gulfe, and swallowed horse and man: hee will haue some body keepe the doore for him, sheele looke to that: I am yonger then I was two nights agoe, for this phisick.— how now? God plesse you; is there not an arrant scuruy trab in your company, that is a Sentill-woman borne sir, and can tawg Weleh, and Dutch and any tongue in your head? How so? Drabs in my company: doe I looke like a Drab-driuer? The Trab will driue you (if she put you before her) into a pench hole.