Middleton, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1613 (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Swan unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
O venturous Baggage! thieves, Thieves, my Sister's stolen, Some Thief hath got her: O how miraculously did my Father's Plate scape, 'Twas all left out Tutor. Is't possible? Besides three chains of Pearl & a Box of coral. My Sister's gone, let's look at Trig-staires for her, My Mother's gone to lay the common-stairs, At Puddle-wharf, and at the Dock below, Stands my poor silly Father, Run sweet Tutor, run. I had been taken Brother by eight Sergeants, But for the honest Watermen, I am bound to them, They are the most requiteful'st people living, For as they get their means by Gentlemen, They are still the forwardest to help Gentlemen, You heard how one 'scaped out of the Blackfriars, But a while since from two or three Varlets Came into the House with all their Rapiers drawn, As if they'd dance the Sword-dance on the Stage, With Candles in their Hands like chandler's Ghosts, Whilst the poor Gentleman so pursued and banded, Was by an honest pair of Oars safely landed. I love them with my Heart for't. Your first Man Sir. Shall I carry you Gentlemen with a pair of Oars? These be the honest Fellows, Take one pair, and leave the rest for her. Barne-Elmes. No more Brother. Your first man. Shall I carry your Worship? Go, and you honest watermen that stay, Here's a French-crown for you, There comes a Maid with all speed to take water, Row her lustily to Barne-Elmes after me. To Barne-Elmes, good Sir: make ready the boat Sam. We'll wait below. What made you stay so long? I found the way more dangerous than I looked for. Away quick, there's a Boat waits for you, And I'll take water at Pauls-wharf, and overtake you. Good Sir do, we cannot be too safe. Life, call you this close keeping? She was kept under a double lock. A double Devil. That's a buff Sergeant Tutor, he'll ne'er were out. How would you have Women locked? With padlocks Father, the Venetian uses it, My Tutor reads it. Heart, if she were so locked up, how got she out? There was a little hole looked into the gutter, But who would have dreamed of that? A wiser Man would. He says true Father, a wise man for love will seek every hole: my Tutor knows it. Verum poeta dicit. Dicit Virgillius Father. Prithee talk of thy Gills somewhere else, she's played the Gill with me: where's your wise Mother now? Run mad I think, I thought she would have drowned herself, she would not stay for Oars, but took a Smelt-boat: sure I think she be gone a fishing for her. She'll catch a goodly dish of Gudgeons now, Will serve us all to Supper. I'll tug thee home by the Hair. Good Mistress spare her. Tend your own business. You are a cruel Mother. O my Heart dies! I'll make thee an example for all the Neighbours Daughters. Farewell life.
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O ventrous Baggage! Theeues, Theeues, my Siſter's ſtolne, Some Thiefe hath got her: O how myraculouſly did my Fathers Plate ſcape, 'Twas all left out Tutor. Iſt poſſible? Beſides three chaines of Pearle & a Box of Curral. My Siſter's gone, let's looke at Trig-ſtaires for her, My Mother's gone to lay the Common-ſtaires, At Puddle-wharfe, and at the Docke below, Stands my poore ſilly Father, Run ſweet Tutor, run. I had beene taken Brother by eight Sergeants, But for the honeſt Watermen, I am bound to them, They are the moſt requiteful'ſt people liuing, For as they get their meanes by Gentlemen, They are ſtill the forwardeſt to helpe Gentlemen, You heard how one ſcap't out of the Blacke-Fryers, But a while ſince from two or three Varlets Came into the Houſe with all their Rapiers drawne, As if they'd daunce the Sword-dance on the Stage, With Candles in their Hands like Chandlers Ghoſts, Whil'ſt the poore Gentleman ſo purſued and banded, Was by an honeſt paire of Oares ſafely landed. I loue them with my Heart for't. Your firſt Man Sir. Shall I carrie you Gentlemen with a paire of Oares? Theſe be the honeſt Fellowes, Take one paire, and leaue the reſt for her. Barne-Elmes. No more Brother. Your firſt man. Shall I carrie your Worſhip? Goe, and you honeſt watermen that ſtay, Here's a French-crowne for you, There comes a Mayd with all ſpeed to take water, Row her luſtily to Barne-Elmes after me. To Barne-Elmes, good Sir: make ready the boat Sam, We'le wait below. What made you ſtay ſo long? I found the way more dangerous then I look't for. Away quicke, there's a Boat waites for you, And I'le take water at Pauls-wharfe, and ouer-take you. Good Sir doe, we cannot be too ſafe. Life, call you this cloſe keeping? She was kept vnder a double locke. A double Deuill. That's a buffe Serieant Tutor, he'le ne're were out. How would you haue Women lock't? With Padlockes Father, the Venetian vſes it, My Tutor reads it. Heart, if ſhe were ſo lock't vp, how got ſhe out? There was a little hole look't into the gutter, But who would haue drempt of that? A wiſer Man would. He ſayes true Father, a wiſe man for loue will ſeeke euerie hole: my Tutor knowes it. Verum poeta dicit. Dicit Virgillius Father. Prethee talke of thy Gills ſome-where elſe, ſhe's play'd the Gill with me: where's your wiſe Mother now? Run mad I thinke, I thought ſhe would haue drown'd her ſelfe, ſhe would not ſtay for Oares, but tooke a Smelt-boat: ſure I thinke ſhe be gone a fiſhing for her. She'le catch a goodly diſh of Gudgeons now, Will ſerue vs all to Supper. I'le tug thee home by the Hayre. Good Miſtris ſpare her. Tend your owne buſineſſe. You are a cruell Mother. O my Heart dyes! I'le make thee an example for all the Neighbors Daughters. Farwell life.