Englishmen for My Money, or A Woman Will Have Her Will · chunk 11 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 0.86 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
nought is too good an epithet by much, For to distinguish such contrariousness: Hath not swift Fame told you our slow sailed Ships Have been o'ertaken by the swift sail Galleys, And all my cared-for goods within the lurch Of that same caterpillar brood of Spain. signior si, how de Spaniola have almost tack de Ship dat go for Turkey: my Pader, hark you me on word, I have receive vnlettre lettre from my Factor de Vennise, dat after un piculo battalion, for un half hour de come a Wind fra de North, & de Sea go tumble here, & tumble dare, dat make de Galleys run away for fear be almost drowned. How sir; did the Wind rise at North, and Seas wax rough: and were the Galleys therefore glad to fly? signor si, & de Ship go drite on de Iscola de Candy. Wert thou not my Alvaro my beloved, One whom I know does dearly count of me, Much should I doubt me that some scoffing lack, Had sent thee in the midst of all my griefs, To tell a feigned tale of happy luck. will you no believe me? see dare dan, see de lettre. What is this world? or what this state of man, How in a moment cursed, in a trice blessed? But even now my happy state 'gan fade, And now again, my state is happy made, My Goods all safe, my Ships all scaped away, And none to bring me news of such good luck, But whom the Heavens have marked to be my Son: Were I a Lord as great as Alexander, None should more willingly be made mine Heir Than thee thou golden tongue, thou good-news teller joy stops my mouth. M. Pisaro, the day is late, the Bell doth ring: willt please you hasten to perform this business? What business sir? God's me, I cry you mercy: Do it, yes sir, you shall command me more. But sir, What do you mean, do you intend To pay this Bill, or else to palter with me? Marry God shield, that I should palter with you: I do accept it, and come when you please; You shall have money, you shall have your money due. I beseech your worship to consider me. Oh, you cannot cog: Go to, take that, Pray for my life: pray that I have good luck, And thou shalt see, I will not be thy worst master. Marry God bless your Worship; I came in happy time: What, a French crown? sure he knows not what he does: Well, I'll begone, lest he remember himself, and take it from me again. Come on my lads, M. Vandal, sweet son Alvaro: Come don Balsaro, let's be jogging home by'r lakin sirs, I think 'tis one o'clock. Come M. Moore, th'Exchange is waxen thin, I think it best we get us home to dinner. I know that I am looked for long ere this: Come master Towerson, let's walk along.
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Naught is too good an epithite by much, For to diſtinguiſh ſuch contrariouſneſſe: Hath not ſwift Fame told you our ſlow ſailde Shippes Haue been ore-taken by the ſwift ſaile Gallies, And all my cared-for goods within the lurch Of that ſame Catterpiller brood of Spaine. Signor ſi, how de Spaniola haue almoſt tacke de Ship dat go for Turkie: my Pader, harke you me on word, I haue receiue vn lettre from my Factor de Venniſe, dat after vn piculo battalion, for vn halfe howre de come a Winde fra de North, & de Sea go tumble here, & tumble dare, dat make de Gallies run away for feare be almoſt drownde. How ſir; did the Winde riſe at North, and Seas waxe rough: and were the Gallies therefore glad to fly? Signior ſi, & de Ship go drite on de Iſcola de Candy. Wert thou not my Aluaro my beloued, One whom I know does dearely count of mee, Much ſhould I doubt me that ſome ſcoffing lacke, Had ſent thee in the middeſt of all my griefes, To tell a feigned tale of happy lucke. Wil you no beleuue me? ſee dare dan, ſee de lettre. What is this world? or what this ſtate of man, How in a moment curſt, in a trice bleſt? But euen now my happie ſtate gan fade, And now againe, my ſtate is happie made, My Goods all ſafe, my Ships all ſcapt away, And none to bring me newes of ſuch good lucke, But whom the Heauens haue markt to be my Sonne: Were I a Lord as great as Alexander, None ſhould more willingly be made mine Heyre Then thee thou golden tongue, thou good-newes teller Ioy ſtops my mouth. M. Piſaro, the day is late, the Bell doth ring: Wilt pleaſe you haſten to performe this buſineſſe? What buſineſſe ſir? Gods mee, I cry you mercie: Doe it, yes ſir, you ſhall commaund me more. But ſir, What doe you meane, doe you intend To pay this Bill, or elſe to palter with mee? Marry God ſheild, that I ſhould palter with you: I doe accept it, and come when you pleaſe; You ſhall haue money, you ſhall haue your money due. I beſeech your worſhip to conſider mee. Oh, you cannot cogge: Goe to, take that, Pray for my life: pray that I haue good lucke, And thou ſhalt ſee, I will not be thy worſt maiſter. Marry God bleſſe your Worſhip; I came in happy time: What, a French crowne? ſure hee knowes not what he does: Well, Ile begon, leaſt he remember himſelfe, and take it from me againe. Come on my lads, M. Vandalle, ſweet ſonne Aluaro: Come don Balſaro, lets be iogging home Bir laken ſirs, I thinke tis one a clocke. Come M. Moore, th'Exchange is waxen thin, I thinke it beſt we get vs home to dinner. I know that I am lookt for long ere this: Come maiſter Towerſon, let's walke along.