Daniel, Samuel · published 1615 · first performed or written 1614 [Feb 2] (Annals) pastoral; tragicomedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 538 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
This nymph one day, surcharged with love & grief, Which commonly (the more the pity) dwell As Inmates both together, walking forth With other maids, to fish upon the shore; Estrays apart, and leaves her company, To entertain herself with her own thoughts: And wanders on so far, and out of sight, As she at length was suddenly surprised By Pirates, who lay lurking underneath Those hollow rocks, expecting there some prize. And notwithstanding all her piteous cries, Entreaty, tears, and prays, those fierce men Rent hair, and vail, and carried her by force Into their ship, which in a little creak Hard by, at anchor lay, and presently hoist sail, And so away. Thy. Rent hair and vail? and so Both hair and vail of Silvia, I found rent, Which here I keep with me. But now alas What did she? what became of her my boy? When she was thus in shipped, and woefully Had cast her eyes about to view that hell Of horror, whereinto she was so suddenly Implunged, she spies a women sitting with a child Sucking her breast, which was the captains wife. To her she creeps, down at her feet she lies; O woman, if that name of woman may Move you to pity, pity a poor maid, The most distressed soul that ever breathed. And save me from the hands of these fierce men, Let me not be defiled, and made unclean, Dear woman now: and I will be to you The faithfullest slave that ever mistress served; Never poor soul shall be more dutiful, To do whatever you command, than I. No toil will I refuse; so that I may Keep this poor body clean and undeflowered, Which is all I will ever seek. For know It is not fear of death lays me thus low, But of that stain will make my death to blush. What, would not all this move the woman's heart? All this would nothing move the woman's heart, Whom yet she would not leave, but still besought; Oh woman, by that infant at your breast, And by the pains it cost you in the birth, Save me, as ever you desire to have Your babe to joy and prosper in the world. Which will the better prosper sure, if you Shall mercy show, which is with mercy paid. Then kisses she her feet, then kisses too The infant's feet, and oh sweet babe (said she) Couldst thou but to thy mother speak for me, And crave her to have pity on my case; Thou mightst perhaps prevail with her so much Although I cannot; child, ah couldst thou speak. The infant, whether by her touching it Or by instinct of nature, seeing her weep, Looks earnestly upon her, and then looks Upon the mother, then on her again, And then it cries, and then on either looks: Which she perceiving, blessed child, said she, Although thou canst not speak, yet dost thou cry Unto thy mother for me. Hear thy child Dear mother, it's for me it cries, It's all the speech it hath: accept those cries, Save me at his request from being defiled; Let pity move thee, that thus moves thy child.
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This nymph one day, surcharg'd with loue & griefe, Which comonly (the more the pittie) dwel As Inmates both together, walking forth With other maydes, to fish vpon the shore; Estrayes apart, and leaues her companie, To entertaine her selfe with her owne thoughts: And wanders on so far, and out of sight, As shee at length was sudainely surpriz'd By Pyrats, who lay lurking vnderneath Those hollow rocks, expecting there some prize. And notwithstanding all her pittious cryes, Intreaty, teares, and prayes, those feirce men Rent haire, and vaile, and caried her by force Into their ship, which in a little Creeke Hard by, at Anckor lay, and presently hoys'd saile, And so away. Thi. Rent haire and vaile? and so Both haire and vaile of Siluia, I found rent, Which heere I keepe with mee. But now alas What did shee? what became of her my boy? VVhen she was thus in shipp'd, and woefully Had cast her eyes about to view that hell Ofhorrour, whereinto she was so sudainely Implung'd, shee spies a women sitting with a child Sucking her breast, which was the captaines wife. To her she creepes, downe at her feet she lyes; O woman, if that name of woman may Moue you to pittie, pittie a poore maid, The most distressed soule that euer breath'd. And saue me from the hands of these feirce men, Let me not be defil'd, and made vncleane, Deare woman now: and I will be to you The faithfull'st slaue that euer mistres seru'd; Neuer poore soule shall be more dutifull, To doe what euer you command, then I. No toile will I refuse; so that I may Keepe this poore body cleane and vndeflowr'd, Which is all I will euer seeke. For know It is not feare of death laies me thus low, But of that stain wil make my death to blu sh. VVhat, would not all this mooue the womans hart? Al this would nothing moue the womans hart, VVhom yet she would not leaue, but still besought; Oh woman, by that infant at your breast, And by the paines it cost you in the birth, Saue me, as euer you desire to haue Your babe to ioy and prosper in the world. VVhich will the better prosper sure, if you Shall mercy shew, which is with mercy paid. Then kisses shee her feet, then kisses too The infants feete, and oh sweet babe (said shee) Could'st thou but to thy mother speake for me, And craue her to haue pittie on my case; Thou mightst perhaps prevaile with her so much Although I cannot; child, ah could'st thou speake. The infant, whether by her touching it Or by instinct of nature, seeing her weepe, Lookes earnestly vpon her, and then lookes Vpon the mother, then on her againe, And then it cryes, and then on either lookes: Which shee perceauing, blessed childe, said shee, Although thou canst not speake, yet do'st thou cry Vnto thy mother for me. Heare thy childe Deare mother, it's for mee it cryes, It's all the speech it hath: accept those cryes, Saue me at his request from being defilde; Lett pittie moue thee, that thus mooues thy childe.