Englishmen for My Money, or A Woman Will Have Her Will · chunk 9 of 43
Haughton, William · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 [Feb 18-May 9, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T57 Ships, merchants and pirates typicality 0.83 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Marry he saith, these witless luckless dolts, Have met, and are beset with Spanish Galleys, As they did sail along by Italy: What a bot's made the dolts near Italy, Could they not keep the coast of Barbary, Or having passed it, gone for Tripoli, Being on the other side of Sicily, As near, as where they were unto the straits: For by the globe, both Tripoli and it, Lie from the straits some twenty five degrees; And each degree makes threescore english miles? Very true sir: But it makes nothing to my Bill of exchange: this dealing fits not one of your account. And what fits yours? a prating wrangling tongue, A woman's ceaseless and incessant babbling, That sees the world turned topsy-turvy with me; Yet hath not so much wit to stay a while, Till I bemoan my late excessive loss. S'wounds 'tis dinner time, I'll stay no longer: Hark you a word sir. I tell you sir, it would have made you whine Worse then if shools of luckless croaking Ravens, Had ceased on you to feed their famished paunches: Had you heard news of such a ravenous rout, Ready to cease on half the wealth you have. 'sblood you might have kept at home & be hanged, What a pox care I. God save your worship, a little money and so forth. But men are senseless now of others woe, This stony age is grown so stony hearted, That none respects their neighbours' miseries, I wish (as Poets do) that Saturn's times The long out worn world wear in use again, That men might sail without impediment. I marry sir that were a merry world indeed, I would hope to get more money of your worship in one quarter of a year, than I can do now in a whole twelvemonth. Master Pisaro how I have run about, How I have toiled today to find you out, At home, abroad, at this man's house, at that, Why I was here an hour ago and more, Where I was told you were, but could not find you. Faith sir I was here but was driven home, Here's such a common haunt of Crackrope boys, That what for fear to have m'apparel spoiled, Or my Ruffs dirted, or Eyes struck out: I dare not walk where people do expect me: Well, things (I think) might be better looked unto, And such Coin to, which is bestowed on Knaves, Which should, but do not see things be reformed, Might be employed to many better uses: But what of beardless Boys, or such like trash; The Spanish Galleys: Oh, a vengeance on them. Mass, this man hath the luck on't, I think I can scarce ever come to him for money, but this a vengeance on, and that a vengeance on't, doth so trouble him, that I can get no Coin: Well, a vengeance on't for my part; for he shall fetch the next Letters himself. I prithee, when thinkst thou the Ships will be come about from Plymouth?
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Marrie he ſaith, theſe witleſſe luckleſſe doults, Haue met, and are beſet with Spaniſh Gallies, As they did ſaile along by Italy: What a bots made the dolts neere Italy, Could they not keepe the coaſt of Barbary, Or hauing paſt it, gone for Tripoly, Beeing on the other ſide of Sicily, As neere, as where they were vnto the Straights: For by the Gloabe, both Tripoly and it, Lie from the Straights ſome twentie fiue degrees; And each degree makes three-ſcore engliſh miles? Very true ſir: But it makes nothing to my Bill of exchange: this dealing fits not one of your account. And what fits yours? a prating wrangling toung, A womans ceaſeleſſe and inceſſant babling, That ſees the world turnd topſie turuie with me; Yet hath not ſo much witte to ſtay a while, Till I bemone my late exceſsiue loſſe. S'wounds tis dinner time, Ile ſtay no longer: Harke you a word ſir. I tell you ſir, it would haue made you whine Worſe then if ſhooles of luckleſſe croking Rauens, Had ceaſd on you to feed their famiſht paunches: Had you heard newes of ſuch a rauenous rout, Ready to ceaſe on halfe the wealth you haue. Sbloud you might haue kept at home & be hangd, What a pox care I. God ſaue your worſhip, a littlemony and ſo forth. But men are ſenceleſſe now of others woe, This ſtony age is growne ſo ſtony harted, That none reſpects their neighbours miſeries, I wiſh (as Poets doe) that Saturnes times The long out worne world weare in vſe againe, That men might ſayle without impediment. I marry ſir that were a merry world indeede, I would hope to gette more mony of your worſhip in one quarter of a yeare, then I can doe now in a whole twelue-moneth. Maiſter Piſaro how I haue runne about, How I haue toyld to day to finde you out, At home, abroade, at this mans houſe, at that, Why I was here an hower agoe and more, Where I was tould you were, but could not finde you. Fayth ſir I was here but was driuen home, Heres ſuch a common hant of Crack-rope boyes, That what for feare to haue m'apparell ſpoyld, Or my Ruffes durted, or Eyes ſtrucke out: I dare not walke where people doe expect mee: Well, things (I thinke) might be better lookt vnto, And ſuch Coyne to, which is beſtowde on Knaues, Which ſhould, but doe not ſee things be reformd, Might be imployde to many better vſes: But what of beardleſſe Boyes, or ſuch like traſh; The Spaniſh Gallies: Oh, a vengeance on them. Maſſe, this man hath the lucke on't, I thinke I can ſcarce euer come to him for money, but this a vengeance on, and that a vengeance on't, doth ſo trouble him, that I can get no Coyne: Well, a vengeance on't for my part; for he ſhall fetch the next Letters him ſelfe. I prethee, when thinkſt thou the Ships will be come about from Plimmouth?