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 0.75 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
'tis true; he's at the Captains lodge under guard, and 'tis my charge in the morning to unclose the leaden coffin, and discover the body; The Captain will assay an old conclusion often approved; that at the murderers sight the blood revives again, and boil afresh; and every wound has a condemning voice to cry out guilty 'gainst the murderer. O world, if this be true; his dearest friend, his bed companion, whom of all his friends he culled out for his bosom! Tush man, in this topsy-turvy world, friendship and bosom kindness, are but made covers for mischief, means to compass ill. Near-allied trust, is but a bridge for treason. The presumptions cry loud against him; his answers found disjointed; cross-legged tripping up one another. He names a Town whether he brought Lysander murmured by Mountainers, that's false, some of the dwellers have been here, and all disclaim it. Besides, the wounds he bears in show, are such as shrews closely give their husbands, that never bleed, and find to be counterfeit. O that jade falsehood is never sound of all; but halts of one leg still. Truth pace is all upright; sound everywhere. And like a die, sets ever on a square. And how is Lycus his bearing in this condition? Faith (as the manner of such desperate offenders is till it come to the point) careless, & confident, laughing at all that seem to pity him. But leave it to th'event. Night fellow Soldier, you'll not meet me in the morning at the Tomb, and lend me your hand to the unrigging of Lysander's hearse. I care not if I do, to view heavens power in this unbottomed seller. Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies. The Gods on murderers fix revengeful eyes. COme my borrowed disguise, let me once more Be reconciled to thee, my trustiest friend; Thou that in truest shape hast let me see That which my truer self hath hid from me, Help me to take revenge on a disguise, Ten times more false and counterfeit than thou. Thou, false in show, hast been most true to me; The seeming true; hath proved more false than her. Assist me to behold this act of lust, Note with a Scene of strange impiety. Her husbands murdered corpse! O more than horror! I'll not believe't untried; If she but lift A hand to act it; by the fates her brains fly out, Since she has madded me; let her beware my horns. For though by goring her, no hope be shown To cure myself, yet I'll not bleed alone. Who knocks? Lys The soldier; open. See sweet, here are the engines that must do't, Which with much fear of my discovery I have at last procured. Shall we about this work? I fear the morn Will overtake's; my stay hath been prolonged With hunting obscure nooks for these employments, The night prepares away; Come, art resolved.
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Tis true; hee's at the Captaines lodge vnder guard, and tis my charge in the morning to vnclose the leaden coffin, and discouer the bodie; The Captaine will assay an old conclusion often approu'd; that at the murtherers sight the bloud reuiues againe, and boiles a fresh; and euery wound has a condemning voice to crie out guiltie gainst the murtherer. O world, if this be true; his dearest friend, his bed companion, whom of all his friends he cull'd out for his bosome! Tush man, in this topsie turuy world, friendship and bosom kindnes, are but made couers for mischief, meanes to compasse il. Near-allied trust, is but a bridge for treson. The presumptions crie loud against him; his answeres found disiointed; crosselegd tripping vp one another. He names a Town whether he brought Lysander murther'd by Mountainers, thats false, some of the dwellers haue been here, and all disclaim it. Besides, the wounds he bears in show, are such as shrews closely giue their husbands, that neuer bleede, and finde to be counterfait. O that iade falshood is neuer sound of all; but halts of one legge still. Truth pace is all vpright; sound euery where. And like a die, sets euer on a square. And how is Lycus his bearing in this condition? Faith (as the manner of such desperate offenders is till it come to the point) carelesse, & confident, laughing at all that seeme to pittie him. But leaue it to th'euent. Night fellow Souldier, youle not meet me in the morning at the Tomb, and lend me your hand to the vnrigging of Lysanders herse. I care not if I do, to view heauens power in this vnbottomd seller. Bloud, though it sleep a time, yet neuer dies. The Gods on murtherers fixe reuengefull eies. COme my borrow'd disguise, let me once more Be reconcild to thee, my trustiest friend; Thou that in truest shape hast let me see That which my truer selfe hath hid from me, Helpe me to take reuenge on a disguise, Ten times more false and counterfait then thou. Thou, false in show, hast been most true to me; The seeming true; hath prou'd more false then her. Assist me to behold this act of lust, Note with a Scene of strange impietie. Her husbands murtherd corse! O more then horror! Ile not beleeue't vntri'd; If shee but lift A hand to act it; by the fates her braines flie out, Since shee has madded me; let her beware my hornes. For though by goring her, no hope be showne To cure my selfe, yet Ile not bleede alone. Who knocks? Lys The souldier; open. See sweet, here are the engines that must doo't, Which with much feare of my discouerie I haue at last procur'd. Shall we about this worke? I feare the morne Will ouer-take's; my stay hath been prolong'd With hunting obscure nookes for these emploiments, The night prepares away; Come, art resolu'd.