Shakespeare, William · published 1608 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
And worse I may be yet, the worst is not. As long as we can say, this is the worst. Fellow where goest? Is it a beggar man? Mad man, and beggar to. A has some reason, else he could not beg, In the last night's storm I such a fellow saw, Which made me think a man a worm, my son Came then into my mind, and yet my mind Was then scarce friends with him, I have heard more since, As flies are toth' wanton boys, are we toth' Gods, They bitus for their sport. How should this be, bad is the trade that must play the fool to sorrow angering itself and others, bless thee master. Is that the naked fellow? I my Lord. Then prithee get thee gone, if for my sake Thou wilt o'ertake us here a mile or twain Ith' way toward Dover, do it for ancient love And bring some covering for this naked soul Who I'll entreat to lead me. Alack sir he is mad. 'tis the time's plague, when madmen lead the blind, Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure, Above the rest, be gone. I'll bring him the best apparel that I have Come on't what will. Sirrah naked fellow. Poor Toms a cold, I cannot dance it farther. Come hither fellow. Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed. Know'st thou the way to Dover? Both style and gate, horse-way, and footpath, Poor Tom hath been scared out of his good wits, Bless the good man from the foul fiend, Five fiends have been in poor Tom at once, Of lust, as Obidicut, Hobbididence Prince of dumbnes, Mahu of stealing, Modo of murder, Stiber digebit of Mobing, & Mobing who since possesses chambermaids And waiting women, so, bless thee master Here take this purse, thou whom the heavens plagues. Have humbled to all strokes, that I am wretched, makes thee The happier, heavens deal so still, Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man That stands your ordinance, that will not see Because he does not feel, feel your power quickly, So distribution should under excess, And each man have enough, dost thou know Dover? I master. There is a cliff whose high & bending head Looks firmly in the confined deep, Bring me but to the very brim of it And i'll repair the misery thou dost bear With something rich about me, From that place I shall no leading need. Give me thy arm poor Tom shall lead thee. Welcome my Lord I marvel our mild husband Not met us on the way, now where's your master? Madam within, but never man so changed, I told him of the army that was landed, he smiled at it, I told him you werecoming, his answer was the worse, of Gloster's treachery, and of the loyal service of his son when I informed him, than he called me sot, and told me I had turned the wrong side out, what he should most desire seems pleasant to him, what like offensive.
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And worse I may be yet, the worst is not. As long as we can say, this is the worst. Fellow where goest? Is it a begger man? Mad man, and begger to. A has some reason, else he could not beg, In the last nights storme I such a fellow saw, Which made me thinke a man a worme, my sonne Came then into my mind, and yet my mind Was then scarce friendes with him, I haue heard more since, As flies are toth' wanton boyes, are we toth' Gods, They bitt vs for their sport. How should this be, bad is the trade that must play the foole to sorrow angring it selfe and others, blesse thee maister. Is that the naked fellow? I my Lord. Then prethee get thee gon, if for my sake Thou wilt oretake vs here a mile or twaine Ith' way toward Douer, doe it for ancient loue And bring some couering for this naked soule Who Ile intreate to leade me. Alack sir he is mad. Tis the times plague, when madmen lead the blind, Doe as I bid thee, or rather doe thy pleasure, Aboue the rest, be gon. Ile bring him the best parrell that I haue Come on't what will. Sirrah naked fellow. Poore Toms a cold, I cannot dance it farther. Come hither fellow. Blesse thy sweete eyes, they bleed. Knowst thou the way to Douer? Both stile and gate, horse-way, and foot-path, Poore Tom hath beene scard out of his good wits, Blesse the good man from the foule fiend, Fiue fiends haue beene in poore Tom at once, Of lust, as Obidicut, Hobbididence Prince of dumbnes, Mahu of stealing, Modo of murder, Stiber digebit of Mobing, & Mobing who since possesses chambermaids And waiting women, so, blesse thee maister Here take this purse, thou whome the heauens plagues. Haue humbled to all strokes, that I am wretched, makes thee The happier, heauens deale so still, Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man That stands your ordinance, that will not see Because he does not feele, feele your power quickly, So distribution should vnder excesse, And each man haue enough, dost thou know Douer? I master. There is a cliffe whose high & bending head Lookes firmely in the confined deepe, Bring me but to the very brimme of it And ile repaire the misery thou dost beare With something rich about me, From that place I shal no leading need. Giue me thy arme poore Tom shall lead thee. Welcome my Lord I maruaile our mild husband Not met vs on the way, now wher's your maister? Madame within, but neuer man so chang'd, I told him of the army that was landed, he smild at it, I told him you werecoming, his answere was the worse, of Glosters treacherie, and of the loyall seruice of his sonne when I enform'd him, then hee cald me sott, and told me I had turnd the wrong side out, what hee should most desire seemes pleasant to him, what like offensiue.