Chapman, George · published 1612 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1605] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T57 Ships, merchants and pirates typicality 0.69 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
whose's there? Your brother Mistress, that asks if there were not a soldier here. Here was no soldier. Yes Mistress I think here was such a one though you took no heed of him. Go to sister; did not you join kisses, embraces, and plight indeed with him, the utmost pledge of Nuptial love with him. deny't, deny't; but first hear me a short story. The Soldier was your disguised husband, dispute it not. That you see yonder, is but a shadow, an empty chest containing nothing but air. Stand not to gaze at it, 'tis true. This was a project of his own contriving to put your loyalty & constant vows to the test; you're warned, be armed. O fie a these perils. O Ero! we are undone. Nay, you'd near be warned; I ever wished you to withstand the push of that soldiers pike, and not enter him too deep into your bosom, but to keep sacred your widows vows made to Lysander. Thou didst, thou didst. Now you may see th'event. Well our safety lies in our speed: he'll do us mischief, if we prevent not his coming. Let's to your Mothers: and there call out your mightiest friends to guard you from his fury. Let them begin the quarrel with him for practising this villainy on your sex to entrap your frailties. Nay I resolve to sit out one brunt more; to try to what aim he'll enforce his project: were he some other man, unknown to me, his violence might awe me; but knowing him as I do, I fear him not. Do thou but second me, thy strength and mine shall master his best force, if he should prove outrageous. Despair they say makes cowards turn courageous. Shut up the Tomb. All pains are lost in hunting out this Soldier; his fear (adding wings to his heels) outgoes us as far as the fresh Hare the tired hounds. Who goes there? A friend. O, your success and mine touching this Sentinel, tells, I suppose, one tale; he's far enough I undertake by this time. I blame him not: the law's severe (though just and can not be dispensed.) Why should the laws of Paphos, with more rigour, then other City laws pursue offenders? that not appeased with their lives forfeit, exact a justice of them after death? And if a Soldier in his watch forsooth lose one of the dead bodies, he must die for't: It seems the State needed no soldiers when that was made a law. So we may chide the fire for burning us; or say the be's not good because she stings; 'tis not the body the law respects, but the soldiers neglect; when the watch (the guard and safety of the City) is left abandoned to all hazards. But let him go; and tell me if your news sort with mine, for Lycus; apprehended they say, about Lysander's murder.
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Whose there? Your brother Mistris, that asks if there were not a souldier here. Here was no souldier. Yes Mistris I thinke here was such a one though you tooke no heede of him. Goe to sister; did not you ioyne kisses, embraces, and plight indeede with him, the vtmost pledge of Nuptiall loue with him. Deni't, deni't; but first heare me a short storie. The Souldier was your disguis'd husband, dispute it not. That you see yonder, is but a shadow, an emptie chest containing nothing but aire. Stand not to gaze at it, tis true. This was a proiect of his owne contriuing to put your loialtie & constant vowes to the test; y'are warnd, be arm'd. O fie a these perils. O Ero! we are vndone. Nay, you'd nere be warn'd; I euer wisht you to withstand the push of that Souldiers pike, and not enter him too deep into your bosom, but to keep sacred your widowes vowes made to Lysander. Thou did'st, thou did'st. Now you may see th'euent. Well our safetie lies in our speed: heele doe vs mischiefe, if we preuent not his comming. Lets to your Mothers: and there cal out your mightiest friends to guard you from his furie. Let them begin the quarrell with him for practising this villanie on your sexe to intrappe your frailties. Nay I resolue to sit out one brunt more; to trie to what aime heele enforce his proiect: were he some other man, vnknowne to me, his violence might awe me; but knowing him as I doe, I feare him not. Do thou but second me, thy strength and mine shall master his best force, if he should proue outragious. Despaire they say makes cowardes turne couragious. Shut vp the Tomb. All paines are lost in hunting out this Souldier; his fear (adding wings to his heeles) out-goes vs as farre as the fresh Hare the tir'd hounds. Who goes there? A friend. O, your successe and mine touching this Sentinell, tells, I suppose, one tale; hee's farre enough I vndertake by this time. I blame him not: the law's seuere (though iust and can not be dispenc'd.) Why should the lawes of Paphos, with more rigour, then other Citie lawes pursue offenders? that not appeas'd with their liues forfait, exact a iustice of them after death? And if a Souldier in his watch forsooth lose one of the dead bodies, he must die for't: It seems the State needed no souldiers when that was made a law. So we may chide the fire for burning vs; or say the Bee's not good because she stings; Tis not the body the law respects, but the souldiers neglect; when the watch (the guard and safetie of the Citie) is left abandon'd to all hazards. But let him goe; and tell me if your newes sort with mine, for Lycus; apprehended they say, about Lysanders murther.