Shakespeare, William / Wilkins, George · published 1609 · first performed or written 1608 [1606-1608] (Annals) romance · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Because he should have swallowed me too, And when I had been in his belly, I would have kept such a jangling of the Bells, That he should never have left, Till he cast Bells, Steeple, Church and Parish up again: But if the good King Simonides were of my mind. Simonides? We would purge the land of these Drones, That rob the Bee of her honey. How from the fenny subject of the Sea, These Fishers tell the infirmities of men, And from their watery empire recollect, All that may men approve, or men detect. Peace be at your labour, honest Fishermen. Honest good fellow what's that, if it be a day fits you Search out of the Calendar, and no body look after it? May see the Sea hath cast upon your coast: What a drunken Knave was the Sea, To cast thee in our way? A man whom both the Waters and the Wind, In that vast Tennis-court, hath made the Ball For them to play upon, entreats you pity him: He asks of you, that never used to beg. No friend, cannot you beg? here's them in our country of Greece, Gets more with begging, than we can do with working. Canst thou catch any Fishes then? I never d it. Nay then thou wilt starve sure: for here's nothing to be got nowadays, unless thou canst fish for't. What I have been, I have forgot to know; But what I am, want teaches me to think on: A man thronged up with cold, my Veins are i'll, And have no more of life than may suffice, To give my tongue that heat to ask your help: Which if you shall refuse, when I am dead, For that I am a man, pray you see me buried. Die, ke-tha; now Gods forbided, and I have a Gown here, come put it on, keep thee warm: now afore me a handsome fellow: Come, thou shalt go home, and we'll have Flesh for all day, Fish for fasting-days and more; or Puddings and Flap-iackes, and thou shalt be welcome. I thank you sir. Hark you my friend: You said you could not beg? I did but crave. But crave? Then I'll turn craver too, and so I shall scape whipping. Why, are you Beggars whipped then? Oh not all, my friend, not all: for if all your Beggars were whipped, I would wish no better office, then to be Beadle: But Master, I'll go draw up the Net. How well this honest mirth becomes their labour? Hark you sir; do you know where ye are? Not well. Why I'll tell you, this I called Pantapoles, And our King, the good Simonides. The good Simonides, do you call him? I sir, and he deserves so to be called, For his peaceable reign, and good government. He is a happy King, since he gains from His subjects the name of good, by his government. How far is his Court distant from this shore?
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Because he should haue swallowed mee too, And when I had been in his belly, I would haue kept such a iangling of the Belles, That he should neuer haue left, Till he cast Belles▪ Steeple, Church and Parish vp againe: But if the good King Simonides were of my minde. Simonides? We would purge the land of these Drones, That robbe the Bee of her Hony. How from the fenny subiect of the Sea, These Fishers tell the infirmities of men, And from their watry empire recollect, All that may men approue, or men detect. Peace be at your labour, honest Fisher-men. Honest good fellow what's that, if it be a day fits you Search out of the Kalender, and no body looke after it? May see the Sea hath cast vpon your coast: What a drunken Knaue was the Sea, To cast thee in our way? A man whom both the Waters and the Winde, In that vast Tennis-court▪ hath made the Ball For them to play vpon, intreates you pittie him: Hee askes of you, that neuer vsd to begge. No friend, cannot you begge? Heer's them in our countrey of reece, Gets more with begging, then we can doe with working. Canst thou catch any Fishes then? I neuer practizde it. Nay then thou wilt starue sure: for heer's nothing to be got now-adayes, vnlesse thou canst fish for't. What I haue been, I haue forgot to know; But what I am, want teaches me to thinke on: A man throng'd vp with cold, my Veines ar chill, And haue no more of life then may suffize, To giue my tongue that heat to aske your helpe: Which if you shall refuse, when I am dead, For that I am a man, pray you see me buried. Di, ke-tha; now Gods forbid't, and I haue a Gowne heere, come put it on, keepe thee warme: now afore mee a handsome fellow: Come, thou shalt goe home, and wee'le haue Flesh for all day, Fish for fasting-dayes and more; or Puddinges and Flap-iackes, and thou shalt be welcome. I thanke you sir. Harke you my friend: You sayd you could not beg? I did but craue. But craue? Then Ile turne Crauer too, and so I shall scape whipping. Why, are you Beggers whipt then? Oh not all, my friend, not all: for if all your Beggers were whipt, I would wish no better office, then to be Beadle: But Maister, Ile goe draw vp the Net. How well this honest mirth becomes their labour? Harke you sir; doe you know vvhere yee are? Not ell. Why e tell you, this I cald Pantapoles, And our King, the good Symonides. The good Symonides, doe you call him? I sir, and he deserues so to be cal'd, For his peaceable raigne, and good gouernement. He is a happy King, since he gaines from His subiects the name of good, by his gouernment. How farre is his Court distant from this shore?