Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T55: fairy, fairies, oberon, mopsus, queen, land, grace, babylon, mab, thestylis.
Hilloa, loa. What? art so near? If thou'lt see a thing to talk on, when thou art dead and rotten, come hither: what ail'st thou, man? I have seen two such sights, by Sea & by Land: but I am not to say it is a Sea, for it is now the sky, betwixt the Firmament and it, you cannot thrust a bodkins point. Why boy, how is it? I would you did but see how it chases, how it rages, how it takes up the shore, but that's not to the point: Oh, the most piteous cry of the poor souls, sometimes to see 'em, and not to see 'em: Now the Ship boaring the Moon with her main Mast, and anon swallowed with yeast and froth, as you'd thrust a Cork into a hogshead. And then for the landservice, to see how the Bear tore out his shoulder-bone, how he cried to me for help, and said his name was Antigonus, a Nobleman: But to make an end of the Ship, to see how the Sea flapdragoned it: but first, how the poor souls roared, and the sea mocked them: and how the poor Gentleman roared, and the Bear mocked him, both roaring louder than the sea, or weather. Name of mercy, when was this boy? Now, now: I have not winked since I saw these sights: the men are not yet cold under water, nor the Bear half dined on the Gentleman: he's at it now. Would I had been by, to have helped the old man. I would you had been by the ship side, to have helped her; there your charity would have lacked footing. Heavy matters, heavy matters: but look thee here boy. Now bless thyself: thou mettest with things dying, I with things new borne Here's a sight for thee: Look thee, a bearing-cloath for a Squire's child: look thee here, take up, take up (Boy:) open't: so, let's see, it was told me I should be rich by the Fairies. This is some Changeling: open't: what's within, boy? You're a mad old man: If the sins of your youth are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold, all Gold. This is Fairy Gold boy, and 'twill prove so: up with't, keep it close: home, home, the next way. We are lucky (boy) and to be so still requires nothing but secrecy. Let my sheep go: Come (good boy) the next way home. Go you the next way with your Findings, I'll go see if the Bear be gone from the Gentleman, and how much he hath eaten: they are never cursed but when they are hungry: if there be any of him left, I'll bury it. That's a good deed: if thou mayest discern by that which is left of him, what he is, fetch me to th' sight of him. Marry will I: and you shall help to put him i' th' ground. 'Tis a lucky day, boy, and we'll do good deeds on't
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Hilloa, loa. What? art ſo neere? If thou'lt ſee a thing to talke on, when thou art dead and rotten, come hither: what ayl'ſt thou, man? I haue ſeene two ſuch ſights, by Sea & by Land: but I am not to ſay it is a Sea, for it is now the skie, betwixt the Firmament and it, you cannot thruſt a bodkins point. Why boy, how is it? I would you did but ſee how it chaſes, how it rages, how it takes vp the ſhore, but that's not to the point: Oh, the moſt pitteous cry of the poore ſoules, ſometimes to ſee 'em, and not to ſee 'em: Now the Shippe boaring the Moone with her maine Maſt, and anon ſwallowed with yeſt and froth, as you'ld thruſt a Corke into a hogſhead. And then for the Land-ſeruice, to ſee how the Beare tore out his ſhoulder-bone, how he cride to mee for helpe, and ſaid his name was Antigonus, a Nobleman: But to make an end of the Ship, to ſee how the Sea flapdragon'd it: but firſt, how the poore ſoules roared, and the ſea mock'd them: and how the poore Gentleman roared, and the Beare mock'd him, both roaring lowder then the ſea, or weather. Name of mercy, when was this boy? Now, now: I haue not wink'd ſince I ſaw theſe ſights: the men are not yet cold vnder water, nor the Beare halfe din'd on the Gentleman: he's at it now. Would I had bin by, to haue help'd the olde man. I would you had beene by the ſhip ſide, to haue help'd her; there your charity would haue lack'd footing. Heauy matters, heauy matters: but looke thee heere boy. Now bleſſe thy ſelfe: thou met'ſt with things dying, I with things new borne Here's a ſight for thee: Looke thee, a bearing-cloath for a Squires childe: looke thee heere, take vp, take vp (Boy:) open't: ſo, let's ſee, it was told me I ſhould be rich by the Fairies. This is ſome Changeling: open't: what's within, boy? You're a mad olde man: If the ſinnes of your youth are forgiuen you, you're well to liue. Golde, all Gold. This is Faiery Gold boy, and 'twill proue ſo: vp with't, keepe it cloſe: home, home, the next way. We are luckie (boy) and to bee ſo ſtill requires nothing but ſecrecie. Let my ſheepe go: Come (good boy) the next way home. Go you the next way with your Findings, Ile go ſee if the Beare bee gone from the Gentleman, and how much he hath eaten: they are neuer curſt but when they are hungry: if there be any of him left, Ile bury it. That's a good deed: if thou mayeſt diſcerne by that which is left of him, what he is, fetch me to th' ſight of him. 'Marry will I: and you ſhall helpe to put him i' th' ground. 'Tis a lucky day, boy, and wee'l do good deeds on't