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 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Come say your prayers. What mean you? If you require a little space for prayer, I grant it, pray, but be not tedious, for the Gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn to do my work with haste. Why will you kill me? To satisfy my Lady. Why would she have me killed now? as I can remember by my troth, I never did her hurt in all my life, I never spoke bad word, nor did ill turn to any living creature: Believe me law, I never killed a Mouse, nor hurt a Fly: I trod upon a worm against my will, but I wept for't. How have I offended, wherein my death might yield her any profit, or my life imply her any danger? My Commission is not to reason of the deed, but do't. You will not do't for all the world I hope: you are well favoured, and your looks foreshow you have a gentle heart, I saw you lately when you caught hurt in parting two that fought: good sooth it showed well in you, do so now, your Lady seeks my life Come, you between, and save poor me the weaker. I am sworn and will dispatch. Hold villain. A prize, a prize. Half part mates, half part. Come le's have her aboard suddenly. These rogueing thieves serve the great pirate Valdes, and they have seized Marina, let her go, there's no hope she will return, I'll swear she's dead, and thrown into the Sea, but i'll see further: perhaps they will but please themselves upon her, not carry her aboard, if she remain Whom they have ravished, must by me be slain. Bolt. Sir. Search the market narrowly, Mettelyne is full of gallants, we lost too much much money this mart by being too wenchlesse. We were never so much out of Creatures, we have but poor three, and they can do no more than they can do, and they with continual action, are even as good as rotten. Therefore le's have fresh ones what ere we pay for them, if there be not a conscience to be used in every trade, we shall never prosper. Thou sayst true, 'tis not our bringing up of poor bastards, as I think. I have brought up some eleven. I to eleven, and brought them down again, but shall I search the market? What else man? the stuff we have, a strong wind will blow it to pieces, they are so pitifully sudden. Thou sayest true, there's two unwholesome a conscience, the poor Transylvanian is dead that lay with the little baggage. ay, she quickly poupt him, she made him roaste-meate for worms, but I'll go search the market. Three or four thousand Checkins were as pretty a proportion to live quietly, and so give over. Why to give over I pray you? Is it a shame to get when we are old?
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Come say your prayers. What meane you? If you require a little space for praier, I graunt it, pray, but bee not tedious, for the Gods are quicke of ar, and I am sworne to do my worke with haste. Why will you kill me? To satisfie my Ladie. Why would shee haue mee kild now? as I can remember by my troth, I neuer did her hurt in all my life, I neuer spake bad worde, nor did ill turne to anie liuing creature: Beleeue me law, I neuer killd a Mouse, nor hurt a Fly: I trode vpon a worme against my will, but I wept fort. How haue I offended, wherein my death might yeeld her an profit, or my life imply her any danger? My Commission is not to reason of the deed, but doo't. You will not doo't for all the world I hope: you are well fauoured, and your lookes foreshew you haue a gentle heart, I saw you latelie when you caught hurt in parting two that fought: good sooth it shewde well in you, do so now, your Ladie seekes my life Come, you betweene, and saue poore mee the weaker. I am sworne and will dispatch. Hold villaine. A prize, a prize. Halfe part mates, halfe part. Come lets haue her aboord sodainly. These rogueing theeues serue the great Pvrat Valdes, and they haue seizd Marina, let her goe, ther's no hope shee will returne, Ile sweare shees dead, and throwne into the Sea, see further: perhappes they will but please themselues vpon her, not carrie her aboord, if shee remaine Whome they haue rauisht, must by mee be slaine. Boult. Sir. Searche the market narrowely, Mttlyne is full of gallants, wee lost too much much money this mart by beeing too wenchlesse. Wee were neuer so much out of Creatures, we hue but poore three, and they ca doe no more then they can doe, and they with continull , are euen as good as rotten. Therefore lets haue fresh ones what ere wee pay for them, if there bee not a conscience to be vsde in eurie trade, wee shall neur prosper. Thou sayst true, tis not our bringing vp of poore bastards, as I thinke. I hau brought vp some . I to eleuen, and brought them downe againe, but shall I searche the markt? What else ma? he stuffe we haue, a strong winde will blowe it to peeces, they are so pittifuly sudden. Thou sayest true, ther's two unwholesome a conscience, the poore Transiluanian is dead that laye with the little baggadge. I, shee quickly poupt him, she made him roaste-meate for wormes, but Ile goe search the market Three or foure thousande Checkins were as prettie a proportion to liue quietly, and so giue ouer. Why to giue ouer I pray you? Is it a shame to get when wee are olde?