Armin, Robert · published 1609 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 500 words
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Amen, be speedy mates, see ye not, look The blueness of you cloud does threaten wind, If it rise fair, we shall be lodged in France, But not where pleaseth fates. A board, aboard, hey. Hollo, linger no time aboard, you hear With me ho, will the rest stay? how a year? O God that man should leave behind, And live, the love of soul and mind. Sir, welcome to Scilly, Where I command my brother's friends have welcome, But now my flattery gets you on this beach, Where you prospectively see many countries, Learn this of me, where danger shoots her string, We in our neighbour nearness ought to fear: But armed by our foresight, make bold resist Against the brags of foreign enemies. I have not seen a better glass to look in, What country call you you, whose cliffs are as the clouds smoke, and all shadowing mists? Sir that is France, a fair beseeming friend, On yonder continent stands Ireland, On this side Britain, and on that side Garsie, islands besides of much hostility, Which are as sunshine, sometimes splendous, Anon disposed to altering frailty. We that all neighbour must so strength our being, As fearless we may frolic yet not seeing. I understand ye sir. Now let my longing have content in you, With the report of them you lately saw, My brother Vergir and his children, Is he a widower still at More-clack? Married sir unto a London cast a way, One whose decayed husband left to live, (Though poorly) yet your brother's Lady. It is his choice, and I subscribed to't, But for his daughter's sir? Alas, in them is he unhappy, One is hailed from him by stolen practises, The other lives as though she were not his, A goodly gentle woman, but her own in heart, She will be gone to, for her government Stands upon will, as men stand on the beach, Seeing the sea wherein they must be drowned, Yet fearless venture on the ruthless main, She will regardless of her father, marry, And does as most, long for the misery, Signed to them in their cradles. Sorry am I. Ha, what scrambled ends heap up confusedly? New digged and ripped up is this plot of ground, Some Shipwreck on my life, hid to deceive The Queen and me of our advantages. Likely sir, And see our sudden coming scared from hence, In the new ending, such as piled this heap, Behind them have they left their implements Which did the theft, what think ye sir if we Redig the ground, should we depart & leave it? At midnight would they fetch their borrowings. I like your purpose, i'll make one. What do you think it is sir? nobody buried, it is sure some goods, wracked on the sea, money or rich commodity. Tobacco then. 'tis likely, for with us men smoke their lands through their nostrils, shall I tell ye sir, 'tis a commodity may well be spared.
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Amen, be speedy mates, see ye not, looke The blewnesse of you cloud dos threaten winde, If it rise faire, we shall be lodgd in France, But not where please the fates. A board, a board, heie. Hollo, linger no time aboard, you heare With me ho, will the rest stay? how a yeare? O God that man should leaue behind, And liue, the loue of soule and minde. Sir, welcome to Scillie, Where I command my brothers friends haue welcome, But now my flattery gets you on this beach, Where you prospectiuely see many countries, Learn this of me, where dāger shootes her string, We in our neighbour neerenesse ought to feare: But arm'd by our foresight, make bold resist Aginst the brags of forraigne enemies. I haue not seene a better glasse to looke in, What country call you you, whose cliffes are as the cloudes smoake, and all shadowing mists? Sir that is France, a faire beseeming friend, On yonder continent stands Ireland, On this side Brittaine, and on that side Garsie, Ilands besides of much hostillitie, Which are as sun-shine, sometimes splendious, Anon disposed to altering frailtie. We that all neighbor must so strēgth our being, As fearelesse we may frolicke yet not seeing. I vnderstand ye sir. Now let my longing haue content in you, With the report of them you lately saw, My brother Vergir and his children, Is he a widower still at More-clacke? Married sir vnto a London cast a way, One whose decaied husband left to liue, (Though poorely) yet your brothers Lady. It is his choice, and I subscribd to't, But for his daughters sir? Alas, in them is he vnhappy, One is haild from him by stolne practises, The other liues as though she were not his, A goodly gentle woman, but her owne in heart, She will be gone to, for her gouernement Stands vpon will, as men stand on the beach, Seeing the sea wherein they must be dround, Yet fearelesse venter on the ruthelesse maine, She will regardlesse of her father, marry, And dos as most, long for the miserie, Signd to them in their cradles. Sorry am I. Ha, what scrambled ends heape vp confusedly? New digd and ript vp is this plot of ground, Some Shipwrack on my life, hid to deceiue The Queene and me of our aduantages. Likely sir, And see our sodaine comming scar'd from hence, In the new ending, such as pil'de this heape, Behinde them haue they left their implements Which did the theft, what thinke ye sir if we Redig the ground, should we depart & leaue it? At midnight wold they fetch their borrowings. I like your purpose, ile make one. What doe you thinke it is sir? No bodie buried, it is sure some goods, wrackt on the sea, money or rich commoditie. Tabacco then. Tis likely, for with vs men smoke ther lands thorough their nostrels, shall I tell ye sir, tis a commoditie may well be spared.