Dekker, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1611-c.1613; re-licensed for stage, Aug 21, 1623] (Annals) tragicomedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · Red Bull T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea typicality 0.82 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Hear me, thou strivest with Thunder, yet this hand That can shake Kingdoms down, thrusts into thine, The Sceptres, if proud fall, thou let'st them fall Thou beatest thyself in pieces on a rock That shall for ever ruin thee and thine Thy Husband, and all opposites that dare With us to cope, it shall not serve your turn With your dim eyes to judge our beams, the light Of Common fires, We can before thy sight Shine in full splendour, though it suits us now To suffer this base cloud to mask our brow Be wise, and when thou mayst (for lifting up Thine arm) pluck Stars, refuse them not, I swear By heaven I will not force thee 'gainst thy blood, When I send, come: if not, withstand thy good; Go, get you home now, this is all, farewell. Oh me! what way to heaven can be through hell. Why dive you so? I hope your Majesty, Dare swear I ha' played the Pilot cunningly. Fetching the wind about to make this Pinnace Strike Sail as you desired. thouart a damned Bawd: A soaking, sodden, splay-foot, ill-faced Bawd; Not all the wits of Kingdoms can enact To save what by such Gulfs as thou art wracked, Thou hoary wickedness, devil's dam, dost thou think Thy poisons rotten breath shall blast our fame, Or those furred gums of thine gnaw a king's name! If thou wouldst down before thy time, to thy crew, Prate of this— yes; do, for gold, any slave May gorge himself on sweets, Kings cannot have By help of such a hag as thou, I would not Dishonour her for an Empire, from my sight. Well sir. Give o'er your Trade. I'll change my Copy. See you do. I will turn over a new leaf. We search for Serpents, but being found destroy thee, Men drink not poisons, though they oft employ them. Give o'er! how live then! no, I'll keep that still If Courtiers will not, I'm sure Citizens will. Speak with you. Ha! good fellow keep thy way. Y'are a whore. thouart a base Knave, not the streets free! Though dead, from vengeance earth thee shall not save, Hyaena like, I'll eat into thy Grave. I dare now bestow on you a free, And hearty welcome to my poor house: Thanks Son: Good Air, very good Air, and Son I think. You stand well too for trading. Very well sir. I am glad on't. Sirrah where's your Mistress? ay, ay, good youth call her, She plays the tortoise now, you shall twixt her and me, See a rare Combat; tell her here's her Father, No, an old swaggering Fencer, dares her at the weapon, Which women put down men at, Scolding! boy I will so chide her Son. Pray do Sir, go call her? She's forth Sir with my fellow, a Lady took her along. Taken up already, it's well, yet I commend her She flies with birds that are of better wing Than those she spreads herself.
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Heare me, thou striu'st with Thunder, yet this hand That can shake Kingdomes downe, thrusts into thine, The Scepters, if proud fall, thou let'st them fall Thou beat'st thy selfe in peeces on a rocke That shall for euer ruine thee and thine Thy Husband, and all opposites that dare With vs to cope, it shall not serue your turne With your dim eyes to iudge our beames, the light Of Common fires, We can before thy sight Shine in full splendor, though it suites vs now To suffer this base cloud to maske our brow Be wise, and when thou mayst (for lifting vp Thine arme) plucke Starres, refuse them not, I sweare By heauen I will not force thee 'gainst thy blood, When I send, come: if not, withstand thy good; Goe, get you home now, this is all, farewell. Oh me! what way to heauen can be through hell. Why diue you so? I hope your Maiesty, Dare sweare I ha play'd the Pylot cunningly. Fetching the wind about to make this Pinnace Strike Sayle as you desir'd. Th'art a damn'd Bawd: A soaking, sodden, splay-foot, ill-fac'd Bawd; Not all the wits of Kingdomes can enact To saue what by such Gulphes as thou art wrack'd, Thou horie wickednesse, Diuels dam, do'st thou thinke Thy poysons rotten breath shall blast our fame, Or those furr'd gummmes of thine gnaw a Kings name! If thou wouldst downe before thy time, to thy crew, Prate of this—yes; doe, for gold, any slaue May gorge himselfe on sweetes, Kings cannot haue By helpe of such a hag as thou, I would not Dishonour her for an Empire, from my sight. Well sir. Giue o're your Trade. Ile change my Coppy. See you doe. I will turne ouer a new leafe. We search for Serpents, but being found destroy the, Men drinke not poysons, though they oft imploy them. Giue o're! how liue then! no, Ile keepe that still If Courtiers will not, I'me sure Citizens will. Speake with you. Ha! good fellow keepe thy way. Y'are a whore. Th'art a base Knaue, not the streets free! Though dead, from vengeance earth thee shall not saue, Hyaena like, Ile eate into thy Graue. I dare now bestow on you a free, And hearty welcome to my poore house: Thankes Sonne: Good Ayre, very good Ayre, and Sonne I thinke. You stand well too for trading. Very well sir. I am glad on't. Sirrah where's your Mistris? I, I, good youth call her, She playes the Tortoyes now, you shall 'twixt her and me, See a rare Combat; tell her here's her Father, No, an old swaggering Fencer, dares her at the weapon, Which women put downe men at, Scoulding! boy I will so chide her Sonne. Pray doe Sir, goe call her? She's forth Sir with my fellow, a Lady tooke her along. Taken vp already, it's well, yet I commend her She flyes with birds that are of better wing Then those she spreads her selfe.