Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Yes. I dare the safelier converse— How long, sir, Since you left England? Seven weeks. So lately! You ha' not been with my lord Ambassador? Not yet, sir. Pray you, what news, sir, vents our climate? I heard, last night, a most strange thing reported By some of my lords followers, and I long To hear, how't will be seconded! What was't, sir? marry, sir, of a raven, that should build In a ship royal of the Kings. This fellow does he gull me, trow? or is gulled? your name, sir? My name is Politique WOULD-BEE. O, that speaks him. A Knight, sir? A poor knight, sir. Your lady Lies here, in Venice, for intelligence Of tires and fashions, and behaviour, Among the courtesans? the fine lady WOULD-BEE? Yes, sir, the spider, and the Bee, oft-times, Suck from one flower. Good sir Politique! I cry you mercy; I have heard much of you: 'Tis true, sir of your raven. On your knowledge? Yes, and your lions whelping, in the Tower. Another whelp! Another, sir. Now, heaven! What prodigies be these? The fires at Berwick! And the new star! these things concurring, strange! And full of omen! Saw you those meteors? I did, sir. Fearful! Pray you sir, confirm me, Were there three porpoises seen, above the bridge, As they give out? six, and and a sturgeon, sir. I am astonished! Nay, sir, be not so; I'll tell you a greater prodigy, than these— What should these things portend! The very day (Let me be sure) that I put forth from London, There was a whale discovered, in the river, As high as Woolwich, that had waited there (Few know how many months) for the subversion Of the Stode-Fleet. Is't possible? Believe it, 'Twas either sent from Spain, or the Archdukes! SPINOLA'S whale, upon my life, my credit! Will they not leave these projects? Worthy sir, Some other news. Faith, STONE, the fool, is dead; And they do lack a tavern-fool, extremely. Is MASS' STONE dead! he's dead, sir, why? I hope You thought him not immortal? O, this Knight (Where he well known) would be a precious thing To fit our English stage: He that should write But such a fellow, should be thought to feign Extremely, if not maliciously. STONE dead! Dead. Lord! how deeply, sir, you apprehend it? He was no kinsman to you? That I know of. Well! that same fellow was an unknown fool. And yet you knew him, it seems? I did so. Sir, I knew him one of the most dangerous heads Living within the state, and so I held him. Indeed, sir? While he lived, in action. He has received weekly intelligence, Upon my knowledge, out of the low Countries, (For all parts of the world) in cabbages; And those dispensed, again, to Ambassadors, In oranges, muskmelons, apricots, lemons, pome-citrons, and such like: sometimes, In Colchester-oysters, and your Selsey-cockles.
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Yes. I dare the safelier conuerse— How long, sir, Since you left England? Seuen weekes. So lately! You ha'not beene with my lord Ambassador? Not yet, sir. Pray you, what newes, sir, vents our climate? I heard, last night, a most strange thing reported By some of my lords followers, and I long To heare, how't will be seconded! What was't, sir? Mary, sir, of a rauen, that should build In a ship royall of the Kings. This fellow Do's he gull me, trow? or is gull'd? your name, sir? My name is POLITIQVE WOVLD-BEE. O, that speaks him. A Knight, sir? A poore knight, sir. Your lady Lies here, in Venice, for intelligence Of tyres and fashions, and behauiour, Among the curtizans? the fine lady WOVLD-BEE? Yes, sir, the spider, and the bee, oft-times, Suck from one flowre. Good sir POLITIQVE! I cry you mercie; I haue heard much of you: 'Tis true, sir of your rauen. On your knowledge? Yes, and your lyons whelping, in the Tower. Another whelpe! Another, sir. Now, heauen! What prodigies be these? The fires at Berwike! And the new starre! these things concurring, strange! And full of omen! Saw you those meteors? I did, sir. Fearefull! Pray you sir, confirme me, Were there three porcpisces seene, aboue the bridge, As they giue out? Sixe, and and a sturgeon, sir. I am astonish'd! Nay, sir, be not so; Ile tell you a greater prodigie, then these— What should these things portend! The verie day (Let me be sure) that I put forth from London, There was a whale discouer'd, in the riuer, As high as Woolwich, that had waited there (Few know how manie mon'ths) for the subuersion Of the Stode-Fleet. Is't possible? Beleeue it, 'Twas either sent from Spaine, or the Arch-dukes! SPINOLA'S whale, vpon my life, my credit! Will they not leaue these proiects? Worthie sir, Some other newes. Faith, STONE, the foole, is dead; And they doe lacke a tauerne-foole, extremely. Is MASS' STONE dead! H'is dead, sir, why? I hope You thought him not immortall? O, this Knight (Where he well knowne) would be a precious thing To fit our English stage: He that should write But such a fellow, should be thought to faine Extremely, if not maliciously. STONE dead! Dead. Lord! how deeply, sir, you apprehend it? He was no kinsman to you? That I know of. Well! that same fellow was an vnknowne foole. And yet you knew him, it seemes? I did so. Sir, I knew him one of the most dangerous heads Liuing within the state, and so I held him. Indeed, sir? While he liu'd, in action. He has receiu'd weekely intelligence, Vpon my knowledge, out of the low Countries, (For all parts of the world) in cabages; And those dispens'd, againe, to 'Ambassadors, In oranges, musk-melons, apricotes, Limons, pome-citrons, and such like: sometimes, In Colchester-oysters, and your Selsey-cockles.