Armin, Robert · published 1609 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Troth she says true, but listen me for that, come Gallants enter with me, we will feast, there's little labour lost, where trial bids presumption scare the coast. Right to a hair, 'tis mine, and I must do't I see my fees, my rich advantage, sirrah boy, Shall we have work, in faith and shall we? Conclude, i'll busy him, Sir Rafe. Son, you see to what a happy issue this disguise Speaks fair, you know the plots, boldly proceed, 'tis ours in action, but your own the deed, I must Shun all suspicion by my presence, look to't boy. If thou failest now, for ever lose thy joy. Ha, ha, master, I a Welshman, a Hangman. A trick now on my maidenhead, I did mistrust it, Come leave the rest to me, this Priest shall marry us incontinent. ay, if I were the Welshman. Because your father gave him light thereto. Therefore come sirrah, we'll shift clothes, meet us at Putney as my father shall mistrust ye. I will, excusing your departure till anon, do gentle love. Heaven on our venture smiles, this to approve. O it cannot choose. Fathers are fortunate in this good news. Go ye drones, ye do not love the hive, There's honey in't, 'tis a sweet thing to win. I must break the ice for ye, if I slip up to the chin, now you will pull me out, save me from drowning mistress. Fear it not. I would be loath betwixt Welsh and English, to be hanged, mistress, I cannot live on the bargain, come sir, I'll shift with them, and now I must shift with you. I clothes, good Tutch. And use me no worse being your man, than I used you, being mine. O better, better. O love, thou art a beggar, yet I am thy debtor. Set down the heaviest load That ever true affection underwent, To you 'tis like the Anchor of your ship, Heavy at first, but easily weighed seems light, To me, that not supports her bodies weight, 'tis heart deep in the burden, & too ponderous Sad, heavy is that load, whose leaden poise, Is as a sullen sorrow, too, too pressing. Sir, I would wish you to be brief. Dig ho this golden beach, whose glittering sands Shows with the sun as Diamonds set in gold, Fitly entombs a jewel of much worth, Whose living beauty stained all lapidary. She was most gentle which was worth all riches. And this night's tempest did a cruel deed, To take from me a value of such price. Sir, though our seas kill women with their frowns us their bugbear threats are womanish, and so we leave 'em. Leaving yourself and all, sometime, even so, no safer in our beds, Or on the land, but under deaths black stroke, And he that is the surest, sits in state, Dyingly tended by the hand of Fate.
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Troth she saies true, but listen me for that, come Gallants enter with me, we will feast, theres little labour lost, where tryall bids presumption scyrre the coast. Right to a haire, tis mine, and I must do't I see my fees, my rich aduantage, sirha boy, Shall wee haue worke, in faith and shall we? Conclude, ile busie him, Sir Rafe. Sonne, you see to what a happy issue this disguise Speakes faire, you know the plots, boldly proceede, Tis ours in action, but your owne the deede, I must Shunne all suspition by my presence, looke to't boy. If thou failest now, for euer loose thy ioy. Ha, ha, master, I a Welchman, a Hangman. A tricke now on my maiden-head, I did mistrust it, Come leaue the rest to me, this Priest shall marry vs incontinent. I, if I were the Welchman. Because your father gaue him light thereto. Therefore come sirha, weele shift clothes, meete vs at Putney as my father shall mistrust ye. I will, excusing your departure till anone, do gentle loue. Heauen on our venture smiles, this to approue. O it cannot choose. Fathers are fortunate in this good newes. Go ye drones, ye do not loue the hiue, Theres hony in't, tis a sweet thing to winne. I must breake the ice for ye, if I slippe vp to the chinne, now you will pull me out, saue mee from drowning mistresse. Feare it not. I would bee loath betwixt Welch and English, to bee hanged, mistresse, I cannot liue on the bargaine, come sir, Ile shift with them, and now I must shift with you. I clothes, good Tutch. And vse me no worse being your man, then I vsed you, being mine. O better, better. O loue, thou art a begger, yet I am thy debter. Set downe the heauiest load That euer true affection vnderwent, To you tis like the Anchor of your ship, Heauy at first, but easly waied seemes light, To me, that not supports her bodies waight, Tis heart deep in the burthen, & too pōderous Sad, heauy is that load, whose leaden poize, Is as a sullen sorrow, too, too pressing. Sir, I would wish you to be briefe. Dig ho this golden beach, whose glittering sands Shewes with the sunne▪ as Dyamonds set in gold, Fitly intombs a iewell of much worth, Whose liuing beauty staind all lapidary. She was most gentle which was worth all riches. And this nights tempest did a cruell deede, To take from me a vallue of such price. Sir, though our seas kill women with their frownes vs their bug-beare threates are womanish, and so we leaue e'm. Leauing your selfe and all, somtime, Euen so, no safer in our beds, Or on the land, but vnder deaths black stroke, And he that is the surest, sits in state, Dyingly tended by the hand of Fate.