Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1593] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men (?) T57 Ships, merchants and pirates typicality 0.77 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Master, there's a Bark of Epidamnum, That stays but till her Owner comes aboard, And then sir she bears away. Our fraughtage sir, I have conveyed aboard, and I have bought The Oil, the Balsamum, and Aquavitae. The ship is in her trim, the merry wind Blows fair from land: they stay for nought at all, But for their Owner, Master, and yourself. How now? a Madman? Why thou peevish sheep What ship of Epidamnum stays for me. A ship you sent me too, to higher waftage. Thou drunken slave, I sent thee for a rope, And told thee to what purpose, and what end. You sent me for a ropes end as soon, You sent me to the Bay sir, for a Bark. I will debate this matter at more leisure And teach your ears to list me with more heed: To Adriana Villain hie thee strait: Give her this key, and tell her in the Desk That's covered o'er with Turkish tapestry, There is a purse of Ducats, let her send it: Tell her, I am arrested in the street, And that shall bail me: hie thee slave, be gone, On Officer to prison, till it come. To Adriana, that is where we dined, Where Dowsabell did claim me for her husband, She is too big I hope for me to compass, Thither I must, although against my will: For servants must their Master's minds fulfil. Ah Luciana, did he tempt thee so? Mightst thou perceive austerely in his eye, That he did plead in earnest, yea or no: Looked he or red or pale, or sad or merrily? What observation mad'st thou in this case? Oh, his hearts Meteors tilting in his face. First he denied you had in him no right. He meant he did me none: the more my spite Then swore he that he was a stranger here. And true he swore, though yet forsworn he were. Then pleaded I for you. And what said he? That love I begged for you, he begged of me. With what persuasion did he tempt thy love? With words, that in an honest suit might move. First, he did praise my beauty, than my speech. Didst speak him fair? Have patience I beseech. I cannot, nor I will not hold me still, My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will. He is deformed, crooked, old, and sear, Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless every where: Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind, Stigmatical in making worse in mind. Who would be jealous then of such a one? No evil lost is wailed, when it is gone. Ah but I think him better than I say: And yet would herein others eyes were worse: far from her nest the Lapwing cries away: My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse. Here go: the desk, the purse, sweet now make haste. How hast thou lost thy breath? By running fast.
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Maſter, there's a Barke of Epidamium, That ſtaies but till her Owner comes aboord, And then ſir ſhe beares away. Our fraughtage ſir, I haue conuei'd aboord, and I haue bought The Oyle, the Balſamum, and Aqua-vitae. The ſhip is in her trim, the merrie winde Blowes faire from land: they ſtay for nought at all, But for their Owner, Maſter, and your ſelfe. How now? a Madman? Why thou peeuiſh ſheep What ſhip of Epidamium ſtaies for me. A ſhip you ſent me too, to hier waftage. Thou drunken ſlaue, I ſent thee for a rope, And told thee to what purpoſe, and what end. You ſent me for a ropes end as ſoone, You ſent me to the Bay ſir, for a Barke. I will debate this matter at more leiſure And teach your eares to liſt me with more heede: To Adriana Villaine hie thee ſtraight: Giue her this key, and tell her in the Deske That's couer'd o're with Turkiſh Tapiſtrie, There is a purſe of Duckets, let her ſend it: Tell her, I am arreſted in the ſtreete, And that ſhall baile me: hie thee ſlaue, be gone, On Officer to priſon, till it come. To Adriana, that is where we din'd, Where Dowſabell did claime me for her husband, She is too bigge I hope for me to compaſſe, Thither I muſt, although againſt my will: For ſeruants muſt their Maſters mindes fulfill. Ah Luciana, did he tempt thee ſo? Might'ſt thou perceiue auſteerely in his eie, That he did plead in earneſt, yea or no: Look'd he or red or pale, or ſad or merrily? What obſeruation mad'ſt thou in this caſe? Oh, his hearts Meteors tilting in his face. Firſt he deni'de you had in him no right. He meant he did me none: the more my ſpight Then ſwore he that he was a ſtranger heere. And true he ſwore, though yet forſworne hee were. Then pleaded I for you. And what ſaid he? That loue I begg'd for you, he begg'd of me. With what perſwaſion did he tempt thy loue? With words, that in an honeſt ſuit might moue. Firſt, he did praiſe my beautie, then my ſpeech. Did'ſt ſpeake him faire? Haue patience I beſeech. I cannot, nor I will not hold me ſtill, My tongue, though not my heart, ſhall have his will. He is deformed, crooked, old, and ſere, Ill-fac'd, worſe bodied, ſhapeleſſe euery where: Vicious, vngentle, fooliſh, blunt, vnkinde, Stigmaticall in making worſe in minde. Who would be iealous then of ſuch a one? No euill loſt is wail'd, when it is gone. Ah but I thinke him better then I ſay: And yet would herein others eies were worſe: Farre from her neſt the Lapwing cries away: My heart praies for him, though my tongue doe curſe. Here goe: the deske, the purſe, ſweet now make haſte. How haſt thou loſt thy breath? By running faſt.