Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Be it so, Amen. O look Sir, look Sir, here is more of us: I prophesied, if a Gallows were on Land This fellow could not drown: Now blasphemy, That swearest Grace ore-boord, not an oath on shore, Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news? The best news is, that we have safely found Our King, and company: The next: our Ship, Which but three glasses since, we gave out split, Is tyte, and you're, and bravely rigged, as when We first put out to Sea. Sir, all this service Have I done since I went. My tricksy Spirit. These are not natural evens, they strengthen From strange, to stranger: say, how came you hither? If I did think, Sir, I were well awake, I'd strive to tell you: we were dead of sleep, And (how we know not) all clapped under hatches, Where, but even now, with strange, and several noises Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, And more diversity of sounds, all horrible. We were awaked: straight way, at liberty; Where we, in all our trim, freshly beheld Our royal, good, and gallant Ship: our Master Capering to eye her: on a trice, so please you, Even in a dream, were we divided from them, And were brought moping hither. Was't well done? Bravely (my diligence) thou shalt be free. This is as strange a Maze, as ere men trod, And there is in this business, more than nature Was ever conduct of: some Oracle Must rectify our knowledge. Sir, my Liege, Do not infest your mind, with beating on The strangeness of this business, at picked leisure (Which shall be shortly single) I'll resolve you, (Which to you shall seem probable) of every These happened accidents: till when, be cheerful And think of each thing well: Come hither Spirit, Set Caliban, and his companions free: Untie the Spell: How fares my gracious Sir? There are yet missing of your Company Some few odd Lads, that you remember not. Every man shift for all the rest, and let No man take care for himself; for all is But fortune: Coragio Bully-Monster Corasio. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight. O Setebos, these be brave Spirits indeed: How fine my Master is? I am afraid He will chastise me. Ha', ha': What things are these, my Lord Anthonio? Will money buy 'em? Very like: one of them Is a plain Fish, and no doubt marketable. Mark but the badges of these men, my Lords, Then say if they be true: This misshapen knave; His Mother was a Witch, and one so strong That could control the Moon; make flows, and ebs, And deal in her command, without her power: These three have robbed me, and this demy-divell; (For he's a bastard one) had plotted with them To take my life: two of these Fellows, you Must know, and own, this Thing of darkness, I Acknowledge mine.
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Be it ſo, Amen. O looke Sir, looke Sir, here is more of vs: I propheſi'd, if a Gallowes were on Land This fellow could not drowne: Now blaſphemy, That ſwear'ſt Grace ore-boord, not an oath on ſhore, Haſt thou no mouth by land? What is the newes? The beſt newes is, that we haue ſafely found Our King, and company: The next: our Ship, Which but three glaſſes ſince, we gaue out ſplit, Is tyte, and yare, and brauely rig'd, as when We firſt put out to Sea. Sir, all this ſeruice Haue I done ſince I went. My trickſey Spirit. Theſe are not naturall euens, they ſtrengthen From ſtrange, to ſtranger: ſay, how came you hither? If I did thinke, Sir, I were well awake, I'ld ſtriue to tell you: we were dead of ſleepe, And (how we know not) all clapt vnder hatches, Where, but euen now, with ſtrange, and ſeuerall noyſes Of roring, ſhreeking, howling, gingling chaines, And mo diuerſitie of ſounds, all horrible. We were awak'd: ſtraight way, at liberty; Where we, in all our trim, freſhly beheld Our royall, good, and gallant Ship: our Maſter Capring to eye her: on a trice, ſo pleaſe you, Euen in a dreame, were we diuided from them, And were brought moaping hither. Was't well done? Brauely (my diligence) thou ſhalt be free. This is as ſtrange a Maze, as ere men trod, And there is in this buſineſſe, more then nature Was euer conduct of: ſome Oracle Muſt rectifie our knowledge. Sir, my Leige, Doe not infeſt your minde, with beating on The ſtrangeneſſe of this buſineſſe, at pickt leiſure (Which ſhall be ſhortly ſingle) I'le reſolue you, (Which to you ſhall ſeeme probable) of euery Theſe happend accidents: till when, be cheerefull And thinke of each thing well: Come hither Spirit, Set Caliban, and his companions free: Vntye the Spell: How fares my gracious Sir? There are yet miſſing of your Companie Some few odde Lads, that you remember not. Euery man ſhift for all the reſt, and let No man take care for himſelfe; for all is But fortune: Coragio Bully-Monſter Coraſio. If theſe be true ſpies which I weare in my head, here's a goodly ſight. O Setebos, theſe be braue Spirits indeede: How fine my Maſter is? I am afraid He will chaſtiſe me. Ha, ha: What things are theſe, my Lord Anthonio? Will money buy em? Very like: one of them Is a plaine Fiſh, and no doubt marketable. Marke but the badges of theſe men, my Lords, Then ſay if they be true: This miſhapen knaue; His Mother was a Witch, and one ſo ſtrong That could controle the Moone; make flowes, and eb, And deale in her command, without her power: Theſe three haue robd me, and this demy-diuell; (For he's a baſtard one) had plotted with them To take my life: two of theſe Fellowes, you Muſt know, and owne, this Thing of darkeneſſe, I Acknowledge mine.