Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
I shall no more to sea, to sea, here shall I dye ashore. This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's Funeral: well, here's my comfort. The Master, the Swabber, the Boatswain & I; The Gunner, and his Mate Loved Mall, Meg, and Marrian, and Margery, But none of us cared for Kate. For she had a tongue with a tang, Would cry to a Sailor go hang: She loved not the savour of Tar nor of Pitch, Yet a Tailor might scratch her where ere she did itch. Then to Sea Boys, and let her go hang. This is a scurvy tune too: But here's my comfort. Do not torment me: oh. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon's with Saluages, and Men of Ind? ha'? I have not scaped drowning, to be afeard now of your four legs: for it hath been said; as proper a man as ever went on four legs, cannot make him give ground: and it shall be said so again, while Stephano breathes at ' nostril. The Spirit torments me: oh. This is some Monster of the Isle, with four legs; who hath got (as I take it) an Ague: where the devil should he learn our language? I will give him some relief if it be but for that: if I can recover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a Present for any Emperor that ever trod on Neats-leather. Do not torment me prithee: I'll bring my wood home faster. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after the wisest; he shall taste of my Bottle: if he have never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his Fit: if I can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him; he shall pay for him that hath him, and that sound. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling: Now Prosper works upon thee. Come on your ways: open your mouth: here is that which will give language to you Cat; open your mouth; this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that sound: you cannot tell who's your friend; open your chaps again. I should know that voice: It should be, But he is drowned; and these are devils; O defend me. Four legs and two voices; a most delicate Monster his forward voice now is to speak well of his friend; his backward voice, is to utter soul speeches, and to detract: if all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his Ague: Come: Amen, I will pour some in thy other mouth. Stephano. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy: This is a devil, and no Monster: I will leave him, I have no long Spoon.
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I ſhall no more to ſea, to ſea, here ſhall I dye aſhore. This is a very ſcuruy tune to ſing at a mans Funerall: well, here's my comfort. The Maſter, the Swabber, the Boate-ſwaine & I; The Gunner, and his Mate Lou'd Mall, Meg, and Marrian, and Margerie, But none of vs car'd for Kate. For ſhe had a tongue with a tang, Would cry to a Sailor goe hang: She lou'd not the ſauour of Tar nor of Pitch, Yet a Tailor might ſcratch her where ere ſhe did itch. Then to Sea Boyes, and let her goe hang. This is a ſcuruy tune too: But here's my comfort. Doe not torment me: oh. What's the matter? Haue we diuels here? Doe you put trickes vpon's with Saluages, and Men of Inde? ha? I haue not ſcap'd drowning, to be afeard now of your foure legges: for it hath bin ſaid; as proper a man as euer went on foure legs, cannot make him giue ground: and it ſhall be ſaid ſo againe, while Stephano breathes at' noſtrils. The Spirit torments me: oh. This is ſome Monſter of the Iſle, with foure legs; who hath got (as I take it) an Ague: where the diuell ſhould he learne our language? I will giue him ſome reliefe if it be but for that: if I can recouer him, and keepe him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a Preſent for any Emperour that euer trod on Neates-leather. Doe not torment me 'prethee: I'le bring my wood home faſter. He's in his fit now; and doe's not talke after the wiſeſt; hee ſhall taſte of my Bottle: if hee haue neuer drunke wine afore, it will goe neere to remoue his Fit: if I can recouer him, and keepe him tame, I will not take too much for him; hee ſhall pay for him that hath him, and that ſoundly. Thou do'ſt me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling: Now Proſper workes vpon thee. Come on your wayes: open your mouth: here is that which will giue language to you Cat; open your mouth; this will ſhake your ſhaking, I can tell you, and that ſoundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open your chaps againe. I ſhould know that voyce: It ſhould be, But hee is dround; and theſe are diuels; O defend me. Foure legges and two voyces; a moſt delicate Monſter his forward voyce now is to ſpeake well of his friend; his backward voice, is to vtter ſoule ſpeeches, and to detract: if all the wine in my bottle will recouer him, I will helpe his Ague: Come: Amen, I will poure ſome in thy other mouth. Stephano. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy: This is a diuell, and no Monſter: I will leaue him, I haue no long Spoone.