Markham, Gervase / Sampson, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1622 [c.1619-1622] (Annals) tragedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Sir, no more, thoust split me with thy Thunder; I have made Rome and the world my mortal enemies; Yet virtue did transport me; but that guard Is no guard now: Tell me, Centurion, Where did you leave Augustus? Sir, in Rhodes. 'tis a fair easy journey, I'm resolved; Nor shall persuasion change me; hence I'll go, And as a Hermit throw at Caesar's feet My Crown and person; if he pity them, My peace is made; if otherwise, My fault flies not beyond me. O my Son, This is a desperate hazard. Nay 'tis more; A tempting of your fortune. Be content, Mother and Sister, nothing altars me; Nor do they love me, that would draw my will To any other compass: Ioseph, to you I leave the realm's protection, and the care Or building up the Temple: Nay, no tears, They prophesy my death, which do but show A low dejected countenance; if I have Power in your hearts, this day I challenge you To give them unto pastime, that the world May see, we dread not fortune. 'tis resolved; And I'll be first to show obedience. Sir, twixt my Princely Brothers and myself, I've made a match of Swimming, if you please But to allow the Contract. How is't made? That I and th'high Priest Aristobulus, Will swim more swift, more comely, and more ways, Then can my Princely Brothers. Are all agreed? All, if your Majesty consent thereto. For those young men it skills not; but Sir, you, I'm curious of your danger. There's no fear. 'tis a brave recreation. A fit skill For Princes to delight in. Gracious Sir, Let me consort my Brothers. Be your will Your own director; I am satisfied. Why 'tis a match then. Yet look well to your safeties; for myself, Rhodes is mine object: Dearest Love, farewell; This kiss seal my remembrance; Mothers, let Your only prayers assist me; for the rest, Despair not till my downfall; go, away, Reply not, if you love me; only Antipater, Stay and attend me further. Princely youth, Of all the hopes that do attend my life, Thy Greatness is my greatest; nor would I Embark me in this desperate vessel thus, Were't not to raise thy fortunes: But 'tis now No time for Courtship; only, I must leave Two sad commandments with thee. Speak them Sir, Without exception, you cannot devise What I'll not execute. 'tis nobly said: Thou seest the high Priest Aristobulus, And know'st how like a heavy weight he hangs, Pressing our fortunes downward; if he live Our lives have no assurance. 'tis resolved, He never sees tomorrow; soon at night, When we do swim our wager, I'll so teach His Holiness to dive, that on the earth He ne'er shall tread to hurt us. Thou hast hit The object that I looked at. (But shot wide Of goodness, and all good thoughts.) This performed, There yet remains another thing to do, Which nearlier doth concern me. Speak it Sir; Your pleasure is mine Armour.
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Sir, no more, Th'ast split me with thy Thunder; I haue made Rome and the world my mortall enemies; Yet vertue did transport me; but that guard Is no guard now: Tell me, Centurion, Where did you leaue Augustus? Sir, in Rhodes. Tis a faire easie Iourney, I'm resolu'd; Nor shall perswasion change me; hence Ile goe, And as a Hermite throw at Caesars feete My Crowne and person; if hee pitty them, My peace is made; if otherwise, My fault flies not beyond me. O my Sonne, This is a desperate hazard. Nay tis more; A tempting of your fortune. Be content, Mother and Sister, nothing alters me; Nor doe they loue me, that would draw my will To any other compasse: Ioseph, to you I leaue the Realmes protection, and the care Or building vp the Temple: Nay, no teares, They prophesie my death, which doe but shew A low deiected countnance; if I haue Power in your hearts, this day I challenge you To giue them vnto pastime, that the world May see, we dread not fortune. Tis resolu'd; And Ile be first to shew obedience. Sir, 'twixt my Princely Brothers and my selfe, I'ue made a match of Swimming, if you please But to allow the Contract. How is't made? That I and th'high Priest Aristobulus, Will swim more swift, more comely, and more wayes, Then can my Princely Brothers. Are all agreed? All, if your Maiesty consent thereto. For those young men it skils not; but Sir, you, I'm curious of your danger. There's no feare. Tis a braue recreation. A fit skill For Princes to delight in. Gracious Sir, Let me consort my Brothers. Be your will Your owne director; I am satisfied. Why tis a match then. Yet looke well to your safeties; for my selfe, Rhodes is mine obiect: Dearest Loue, farewell; This kisse seale my remembrance; Mothers, let Your onely prayers assist me; for the rest, Despaire not till my downfall; goe, away, Reply not, if you loue me; only Antipater, Stay and attend me further. Princely youth, Of all the hopes that doe attend my life, Thy Greatnesse is my greatest; nor would I Imbaque me in this desperate vessell thus, Wer't not to raise thy fortunes: But tis now No time for Courtship; onely, I must leaue Two sad commandments with thee. Speak them Sir, Without exception, you cannot deuise What Ile not execute. Tis nobly said: Thou seest the high Priest Aristobulus, And knowst how like a heauy waight he hangs, Pressing our fortunes downeward; if hee liue Our liues haue no assurance. Tis resolu'd, Hee neuer sees to morrow; soone at night, When we doe swim our wager, Ile so teach His Holinesse to diue, that on the earth He nere shall tread to hurt vs. Thou hast hit The obiect that I lookt at. (But shot wide Of goodnes, and all good thoughts.) This performd, There yet remaines another thing to doe, Which neerelier doth concerne me. Speake it Sir; Your pleasure is mine Armour.