Shakespeare, William / Wilkins, George · published 1609 · first performed or written 1608 [1606-1608] (Annals) romance · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Where's the Lord Governor? Here, speak out thy sorrows, which thee bringst n hast, for comfort is too farre for vs to expect. We have descried upon our neighbouring shore, a portly sail of ships make hitherward. I thought as much. One sorrow never comes but brings an heir, That may succcede as his inheritor: And so in ours, some neighbouring nation, Taking advantage of our misery, That stuffedd the hollow vessels with their power, To beat us down, the which are down already, And make a conquest of unhappy me, Whereas no glories got to overcome. That's the least fear. For by the semblance of their white flags displayde, they bring us peace, and come to us as favourers, not as foes. Thou speak'st like hymns untuterd to repeat, Who makes the fairest show, means most deceit. But bring they what they will, and what they can, What need we leave our grounds the lowest? And we are half way there: Go tell their General we attend him here, to know for what he comes, and whence he comes, and what he craves? I go my Lord. Welcome is peace, if he on peace consist, If wars, we are unable to resist. Lord Governor, for so we hear you are, Let not our Ships and number of our men, Be like a beacon fier'de, t'amaze your eyes, We have heard your miseries as far as Tyre, And seen the desolation of your streets, Nor come we to add sorrow to your tears, But to relieve them of their heavy load, And these our Ships you happily may think, Are like the Trojan Horse, was stuffed within With bloody veins expecting overthrow, Are stored with Corn, to make your needy bread, And give them life, whom hunger-starved half dead. The Gods of Greece protect you, And we'll pray for you. Arise I pray you, rise; we do not look for reverence, But for love, and harbourage for ourself, our ships, & men. The which when any shall not gratify, Or pay you with unthankfulness in thought, Be it our Wives, our Children, or ourselves, The Curse of heaven and men succeed their evils: Till when the which (I hope) shall near be seen: Your Grace is welcome to our Town and vs. Which welcome we'll accept, feast here awhile, Until our Stars that frown, lend us a smile. here have you seen a mighty King, His child I'wis to incest bring: A better Prince, and benign Lord, That Will prove awful both in deed and word: Be quiet then as men should be, Till he hath past necessity: I'll show you those in troubles reign; Losing a Mite, a Mountain gain: The good in conversation, To whom I give my benison: Is still at Tharstill, where each man, Thinks all is writ, he spoken can: And to remember what he does, Build his Statue to make him glorious:
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Wheres the Lord Gouernour? Here, speake out thy sorrowes, which thee bringst n hast, for comfort is too farre for vs to expect. Wee haue descryed vpon our neighbouring shore, a portlie saile of ships make hitherward. I thought as much. One sorrowe neuer comes but brings an heire, That may succcede as his inheritor: And so ours, some neighbouring nation, Taking aduantage of our miserie, That stut't the hollow vessels with their power, To beat vs downe, the which are downe alreadie, And make a conquest of vnhappie mee, Whereas no glories got to ouercome. That's the least feare. For by the semblance of their white flagges displayde, they bring vs peace, and come to vs as fauourers, not as foes. Thou speak'st like himnes vntuterd to repeat, Who makes the fairest showe, meanes most deceipt. But bring they what they will, and what they can, What need wee leaue our grounds the lowest? And wee are halfe way there: Goe tell their Generall wee attend him heere, to know for what he comes, and whence he comes, and what he craues? I goe my Lord. Welcome is peace, if he on peace consist, If warres, wee are vnable to resist. Lord Gouernour, for so wee heare you are, Let not our Ships and number of our men, Be like a beacon fier'de, t'amaze your eyes, Wee haue heard your miseries as farre as Tyre, And seene the desolation of your streets, Nor come we to adde sorrow to your teares, But to relieue them of their heauy loade, And these our Ships you happily may thinke, Are like the Troian Horse, was stuft within With bloody veines expecting ouerthrow, Are stor'd with Corne▪ to make your needie bread, And giue them life, whom hunger-staru'd halfe dead. The Gods of Greece protect you, And wee'le pray for you. Arise I pray you, rise; we do not looke for reuernce, But for loue▪ and harborage for our selfe, our ships, & men. The which when any shall not gratifie, Or pay you with vnthankfulnesse in thought, Be it our Wiues, our Children, or our selues, The Curse of heauen and men succeed their euils: Till when the which (I hope) shall neare be seene: Your Grace is welcome to our Towne and vs. Which welcome wee'le accept, feast here awhile, Vntill our Starres that frowne, lend vs a smile. Heere haue you seene a mightie King, His child 'ws to incest bring: A better Prince, and benigne Lord, That Will proue awfull both in deed and word: Be quiet then as men should bee, Till he hath past necessitie: I'le shew you those in troubles raigne; Loosing a Mite, a Mountaine gaine: The good in conuersation, To whom I giue my benizon: Is still at Tharstill, where each man, Thinkes all is writ, he spoken can: And to remember what he does, Build his Statue to make him glorious: