Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
BOte-swaine. here Master: What cheer? Good: Speak to th' Mariners: fall too't, yarely, or we run ourselves a ground, bestir, bestir. Heigh my hearts, cheerly, cheerly my hearts: you're, yare: Take in the toppe-sale: Tend to th' Master's whistle: Blow till thou burst thy wind, if room enough. Good boatswain have care: where's the Master? Play the men. I pray now keep below. Where is the Master, Boson? Do you not hear him? you mar our labour, Keep your Cabins: you do assist the storm. Nay, good be patiented. When the Sea is: hence, what cares these roarers for the name of King? to Cabin; silence: trouble us not. Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard. None that I more love than myself. You are a Counsellor, if you can command these Elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more, use your authority: If you cannot, give thankes you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your Cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly good hearts: out of our way I say. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him, his complexion is perfect Gallows: stand fast good Fate to his hanging, make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage: If he be not borne to be hanged, our case is miserable. down with the topmast: you're, lower, lower, bring her to Try with Maine-course. A plague— upon this howling: they are louder than the weather, or our office: yet again? What do you here? Shall we give over and drown, have you a mind to sink? A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous incharitable Dog. Work you then. Hang cur, hang, you whoreson insolent Noysemaker, we are less afraid to be drowned, than thou art. I'll warrant him for drowning, though the Ship were no stronger than a Nutt-shell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench. Lay her a hold, a hold, set her two courses off to Sea again, lay her off. All lost, to prayers, to prayers, all lost. What must our mouths be cold? The King, and Prince, at prayers, let's assist them, for our case is as theirs. I am out of patience. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards, This wide-chopt-rascall, would thou mightst lie drowning the washing of ten Tides. he'll be hanged yet, Though every drop of water swear against it. And gape at widst to glut him. Mercy on us. We split, we split, Farewell my wife, and children. Farewell brother: we split, we split, we split. Let's all sink with ' King Let's take leave of him. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of Sea, for an Acre of barren ground: Long heath, Brown sirs, any thing; the wills above be done, but I would fain dye a dry death.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
BOte-ſwaine. Heere Maſter: What cheere? Good: Speake to th' Mariners: fall too't, yarely, or we run our ſelues a ground, beſtirre, beſtirre. Heigh my hearts, cheerely, cheerely my harts: yare, yare: Take in the toppe-ſale: Tend to th' Maſters whiſtle: Blow till thou burſt thy winde, if roome enough. Good Boteſwain haue care: where's the Maſter? Play the men. I pray now keepe below. Where is the Maſter, Boſon? Do you not heare him? you marre our labour, Keepe your Cabines: you do aſsiſt the ſtorme. Nay, good be patient. When the Sea is: hence, what cares theſe roarers for the name of King? to Cabine; ſilence: trouble vs not. Good, yet remember whom thou haſt aboord. None that I more loue then my ſelfe. You are a Counſellor, if you can command theſe Elements to ſilence, and worke the peace of the preſent, wee will not hand a rope more, vſe your authoritie: If you cannot, giue thankes you haue liu'd ſo long, and make your ſelfe readie in your Cabine for the miſchance of the houre, if it ſo hap. Cheerely good hearts: out of our way I ſay. I haue great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning marke vpon him, his complexion is perfect Gallowes: ſtand faſt good Fate to his hanging, make the rope of his deſtiny our cable, for our owne doth little aduantage: If he be not borne to bee hang'd, our caſe is miſerable. Downe with the top-Maſt: yare, lower, lower, bring her to Try with Maine-courſe. A plague — vpon this howling: they are lowder then the weather, or our office: yet againe? What do you heere? Shal we giue ore and drowne, haue you a minde to ſinke? A poxe o' your throat, you bawling, blaſphemous incharitable Dog. Worke you then. Hang cur, hang, you whoreſon inſolent Noyſemaker, we are leſſe afraid to be drownde, then thou art. I'le warrant him for drowning, though the Ship were no ſtronger then a Nutt-ſhell, and as leaky as an vnſtanched wench. Lay her a hold, a hold, ſet her two courſes off to Sea againe, lay her off. All loſt, to prayers, to prayers, all loſt. What muſt our mouths be cold? The King, and Prince, at prayers, let's aſſiſt them, for our caſe is as theirs. I' am out of patience. We are meerly cheated of our liues by drunkards, This wide-chopt-raſcall, would thou mightſt lye drowning the waſhing of ten Tides. Hee'l be hang'd yet, Though euery drop of water ſweare againſt it. And gape at widſt to glut him. Mercy on vs. We ſplit, we ſplit, Farewell my wife, and children. Farewell brother: we ſplit, we ſplit, we ſplit. Let's all ſinke with' King Let's take leaue of him. Now would I giue a thouſand furlongs of Sea, for an Acre of barren ground: Long heath, Browne firrs, any thing; the wills aboue be done, but I would faine dye a dry death.