Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 474 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 be pinched to death. Is not this Stephano, my drunken Butler? He is drunk now; Where had he wine? And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they Find this grand Liquor that hath gilded 'em? How cam'st thou in this pickle? I have been in such a pickle since I saw you last, That I fear me will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing. Who how now Stephano? O touch me not, I am not Stephano, but a Cramp. You'd be King o' the Isle, Sirrah? I should have been a sore one then. This is a strange thing as ere I looked on. He is as disproportioned in his Manners As in his shape: Go Sirrah, to my Cell, Take with you your Companions: as you look To have my pardon, trim it handsomely. I that I will: and I'll be wise hereafter, And seek for grace: what a thrice double Ass Was I to take this drunkard for a god? And worship this dull fool? Go to, away. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it. Or stole it rather. Sir, I invite your Highness, and your train To my poor Cell: where you shall take your rest For this one night, which part of it, I'll waste With such discourse, as I not doubt, shall make it Go quick away: The story of my life, And the particular accidents, gone by Since I came to this Isle: And in the morn I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples, Where I have hope to see the nuptial Of these our deere-beloued, solemnised, And thence retire me to my Milan, where Every third thought shall be my grave. I long To hear the story of your life; which must Take the ear starngely. I'll deliver all, And promise you calm Seas, auspicious gales, And sail, so expeditious, that shall catch Your Royal fleet far off: My Ariel; chick That is thy charge: Then to the Elements Be free, and far thou well: please you draw near. NOw my Charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I haue's mine own. Which is most faint: now 'tis true I must be here confined by you, Or sent to Naples, Let me not Since I have my Dukedom got, And pardoned the deceiver, dwell In this bare Island, by your Spell, But release me from my bands With the help of your good hands: Gentle breath of yours, my Sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please: Now I want Spirits to enforce: Art to enchant, And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer Which pierces so, that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardoned be, Let your Indulgence set me free.
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I ſhall be pincht to death. Is not this Stephano, my drunken Butler? He is drunke now; Where had he wine? And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where ſhould they Finde this grand Liquor that hath gilded 'em? How cam'ſt thou in this pickle? I haue bin in ſuch a pickle ſince I ſaw you laſt, That I feare me will neuer out of my bones: I ſhall not feare fly-blowing. Who how now Stephano? O touch me not, I am not Stephano, but a Cramp. You'ld be King o' the Iſle, Sirha? I ſhould haue bin a ſore one then. This is a ſtrange thing as ere I look'd on. He is as diſproportion'd in his Manners As in his ſhape: Goe Sirha, to my Cell, Take with you your Companions: as you looke To haue my pardon, trim it handſomely. I that I will: and Ile be wiſe hereafter, And ſeeke for grace: what a thrice double Aſſe Was I to take this drunkard for a god? And worſhip this dull foole? Goe to, away. Hence, and beſtow your luggage where you found it. Or ſtole it rather. Sir, I inuite your Highneſſe, and your traine To my poore Cell: where you ſhall take your reſt For this one night, which part of it, Ile waſte With ſuch diſcourſe, as I not doubt, ſhall make it Goe quicke away▪ The ſtory of my life, And the particular accidents, gon by Since I came to this Iſle: And in the morne I'le bring you to your ſhip, and ſo to Naples, Where I haue hope to ſee the nuptiall Of theſe our deere-belou'd, ſolemnized, And thence retire me to my Millaine, where Euery third thought ſhall be my graue. I long To heare the ſtory of your life; which muſt Take the eare ſtarngely. I'le deliuer all, And promiſe you calme Seas, auſpicious gales, And ſaile, ſo expeditious, that ſhall catch Your Royall fleete farre off: My Ariel; chicke That is thy charge: Then to the Elements Be free, and fare thou well: pleaſe you draw neere. NOw my Charmes are all ore-throwne, And what ſtrength I haue's mine owne. Which is moſt faint: now 'tis true I muſt be heere confinde by you, Or ſent to Naples, Let me not Since I haue my Dukedome got, And pardon'd the deceiuer, dwell In this bare Iſland, by your Spell, But releaſe me from my bands With the helpe of your good hands: Gentle breath of yours, my Sailes Muſt fill, or elſe my proiect failes, Which was to pleaſe: Now I want Spirits to enforce: Art to inchant, And my ending is deſpaire, Vnleſſe I be relieu'd by praier Which pierces ſo, that it aſſaults Mercy it ſelfe, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your Indulgence ſet me free.