Heywood, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1594 (Annals) romance · Worcester's Men · Red Bull T57 Ships, merchants and pirates typicality 0.81 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Well, fortune hath preserved me to some end. It is for some thing, that I did not sink, When the salt waves my mouth and ears did drink. I might have fed the Haddocks; but some power, Is my good Master, and preserves me still. Well, sword in all my troubles stand me by, Thou art bound to win me somewhat ere I die. Give us the gold my Captain you, you old Anatomy. Graybeard deliver, or you are but dead. Take it my friends; full little needs this strife. First take the gold, and after take my life. Nay you old Iack a lent, six weeks and upwards: though you be our captains father, you cannot stay there, and for surety that you shall not go back, and tell him what we have done to you, we'll kill you, and fling you into some Coalpit. Content, and when we have done, we will return him word we have conducted thee past all danger of the Mountains: And now prepare thee for the fatal stroke. Thou dost me a great kindness, let it come; God take my soul, now when thou wilt strike home. He strikes his own soul down to Erebus, That lifts a sword that shall but touch his hair. And by S. Patrick I'll make him Garter his hose with his guts, that strikes any stroke here. Whom have we here? a Gentleman and his water-spaniel? Let's robs them too, and after kill thee. Content, content. Sirrah stand. Yes I will stand, base wretch, when thou shalt fall; And strike thee dead, and trampling on thy bulk By stamping with my foot crush out thy soul. Take that you slave, for bidding Eustace stand. Now father go in peace. Thanks my fair son, By whose stout valour I have freedom won. I can bestow upon you nought but thanks, Unless you will divide this gold with me. No, father, keep it; thou art old and poor: But when I want, my sword shall purchase more. By viewing him my former griefs abound, Even such a one was Eustace that was drowned: Which had he lived, his stature, years, and all, Would have resembled his, so straight, so tall, So fair, so strong, of such a worthy spirit. But his blessed soul, by this, doth heaven inherit. Grief for his death so near my heart doth dwell, That for my life I cannot say farewell. The captains father, whom the slaves had killed Had not our coming intervened them, Resembles mine in gesture, face, and look. But the old Earl my father is by this Within the walls of fair Ierusalem. Else had I had surely took this aged man T'have asked him blessing. But what next cusues? I find these Mountains will be full of news. Captain, a prize! we two were assailed by two hundred, and of them two hundred. we killed all but these two. These are the remainder of them that are left alive.
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Well, fortune hath preseru'd me to some end. It is for some thing, that I did not sinke, When the salt waues my mouth and eares did drinke. I might haue fed the Haddockes; but some power, Is my good Maister, and preserues me still. Well, sword in all my troubles stand me by, Thou art bound to winne me somewhat ere I die. Giue v the gold my Captaine you, you old Anatomy. Gray-beard deliuer, or you are but dead. Tke it my friends; full little needs this strife. First take the gold, and after take my life. Nay you old Iack a lent, sixe weekes and vpwards: though you be our Captaines father, you cannot stay there, and for furety that you shall not go back, and tell him what we haue done to you, wee'le kill you, and fling you into some Cole-pit. Content, and when wee haue done, wee will returne him word we haue conducted thee past all danger of the Mountaines: And now prepare thee for the fatall stroke. Thou dost mee a great kindnesse, let it come; God take my soule, now when thou wilt strike home. He strikes his owne soule downe to Erebus, That lifts a sword that shall but touch his haire. And by S. Patrick I'le make him Garter his hose with his guts, that strikes any stroke here. Whom haue wee here? a Gentleman and his waterspaniell? Let's robs them too, and after kill thee. Content, content. Sirra stand. Yes I will stand, base wretch, when thou shalt fall; And strike thee dead, and trampling on thy bulke By stamping with my foote crush out thy soule. Take that you slaue, for bidding Eustace stand. Now father go in peace. Thankes my faire sonne, By whose stout valour I haue freedome wonne. I can bestow vpon you nought but thankes, Vnlesse you will diuide this gold with me. No, father, keepe it; thou art old and poore: But when I want, my sword shall purchase more. By vewing him my former griefes abound, Euen such a one was Eustace that was drown'd: Which had hee liu'd, his stature, yeares, and all, Would haue resembled his, so streight, so tall, So faire, so strong, of such a worthy spirit. But his blest soule, by this, doth heauen inherit. Griefe for his death so neere my heart doth dwell, That for my life I cannot say fare-well. The Captaines father, whom the slaues had kil'd Had not our comming interuented them, Resembles mine in gesture, face, and looke. But the old Earle my father is by this Within the wals of faire Ierusalem. Else had I had surely tooke this aged man T'haue askt him blessing. But what next cusues? I find these Mountaines will be full of newes. Captaine, a prize! we two were assailed by two hundred, and of them two hundred. we kil'd all but these two. These are the remainder of them that are left aliue.