Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1593] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men (?) T57 Ships, merchants and pirates typicality 0.89 · 555 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Hapless Aegeon whom the fates have marked To bear the extremity of dire mishap: Now trust me, were it not against our Laws, Against my Crown, my oath, my dignity, Which Princes would they may not disannul, My soul should sue as advocate for thee: But though thou art adjudged to the death, And passed sentence may not be recalled But to our honours great disparagement: Yet will I favour thee in what I can; Therefore Merchant, I'll limit thee this day To seek thy help by beneficial help, Try all the friends thou hast in Ephesus, Beg thou, or borrow, to make up the sum, And live: if no, than thou art doomed to die: jailor, take him to thy custody. I will my Lord. Hopeless and helpless doth Egean wend, But to procrastinate his liveless end. Therefore give out you are of Epidamnum, Lest that your goods too soon be confiscate: This very day a Syracusian Merchant Is apprehended for a rival here, And not being able to buy out his life, According to the statute of the town, Dies ere the weary sun set in the West: There is your money that I had to keep. Go bear it to the Centaur, where we host, And stay there Dromio, till I come to thee; Within this hour it will be dinner time, Till that I'll view the manners of the town, Peruse the traders, gaze upon the buildings, And then return and sleep within mine Inn, For with long travail I am stiff and weary. Get thee away. Many a man would take you at your word, And go indeed, having so good a mean. A trusty villain sir, that very oft, When I am dull with care and melancholy, Lightens my humour with his merry jests: What will you walk with me about the town, And then go to my Inn and dine with me? I am invited sir to certain Merchants, Of whom I hope to make much benefit: I crave your pardon, soon at five a clock, Please you, I'll meet with you upon the Mart, And afterward consort you till bed time: My present business calls me from you now. Farewell till then: I will go lose myself, And wander up and down to view the City. Sir, I commend you to your own content. He that commends me to mine own content, Commends me to the thing I cannot get: I to the world am like a drop of water, That in the Ocean seeks another drop, Who falling there to find his fellow forth, (Unseen, inquisitive) confounds himself. So I, to find a Mother and a Brother, In quest of them (unhappy a) lose myself. Here comes the almanac of my true date: What now? How chance thou art returned so soon. Returned so soon, rather approached too late: The Capon burns, the Pig falls from the spit; The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell: My Mistress made it one upon my cheek: She is so hot because the meat is cold: The meat is cold, because you come not home: You come not home, because you have no stomach: You have no stomach, having broke your fast: But we that know what 'tis to fast and pray, Are penitent for your default to day.
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Hapleſſe Egeon whom the fates haue markt To beare the extremitie of dire miſhap: Now truſt me, were it not againſt our Lawes, Againſt my Crowne, my oath, my dignity, Which Princes would they may not diſanull, My ſoule ſhould ſue as aduocate for thee: But though thou art adiudged to the death, And paſſed ſentence may not be recal'd But to our honours great diſparagement: Yet will I fauour thee in what I can; Therefore Marchant, Ile limit thee this day To ſeeke thy helpe by beneficiall helpe, Try all the friends thou haſt in Epheſus, Beg thou, or borrow, to make vp the ſumme, And liue: if no, then thou art doom'd to die: Iaylor, take him to thy cuſtodie. I will my Lord. Hopeleſſe and helpeleſſe doth Egean wend, But to procraſtinate his liueleſſe end. Therefore giue out you are of Epidamium, Leſt that your goods too ſoone be confiſcate: This very day a Syracuſian Marchant Is apprehended for a riuall here, And not being able to buy out his life, According to the ſtatute of the towne, Dies ere the wearie ſunne ſet in the Weſt: There is your monie that I had to keepe. Goe beare it to the Centaure, where we hoſt, And ſtay there Dromio, till I come to thee; Within this houre it will be dinner time, Till that Ile view the manners of the towne, Peruſe the traders, gaze vpon the buildings, And then returne and ſleepe within mine Inne, For with long trauaile I am ſtiffe and wearie. Get thee away. Many a man would take you at your word, And goe indeede, hauing ſo good a meane. A truſtie villaine ſir, that very oft, When I am dull with care and melancholly, Lightens my humour with his merry ieſts: What will you walke with me about the towne, And then goe to my Inne and dine with me? I am inuited ſir to certaine Marchants, Of whom I hope to make much benefit: I craue your pardon, ſoone at fiue a clocke, Pleaſe you, Ile meete with you vpon the Mart, And afterward conſort you till bed time: My preſent buſineſſe cals me from you now. Farewell till then: I will goe looſe my ſelfe, And wander vp and downe to view the Citie. Sir, I commend you to your owne content. He that commends me to mine owne content, Commends me to the thing I cannot get: I to the world am like a drop of water, That in the Ocean ſeekes another drop, Who falling there to finde his fellow forth, (Vnſeene, inquiſitiue) confounds himſelfe. So I, to finde a Mother and a Brother, In queſt of them (vnhappie a) looſe my ſelfe. Here comes the almanacke of my true date: What now? How chance thou art return'd ſo ſoone. Return'd ſo ſoone, rather approacht too late: The Capon burnes, the Pig fals from the ſpit; The clocke hath ſtrucken twelue vpon the bell: My Miſtris made it one vpon my cheeke: She is ſo hot becauſe the meate is colde: The meate is colde, becauſe you come not home: You come not home, becauſe you haue no ſtomacke: You haue no ſtomacke, hauing broke your faſt: But we that know what 'tis to faſt and pray, Are penitent for your default to day.