Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Jan 19] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 520 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
And to the author Of that blessed light, I open my other eye, Which hath almost, now, seven year been shut, Dark, as my vow was, never to see light, Till such a light restored it, as my children, Or your dear father, who (I hear) is not. Give me my wife, I own her now, and will have her. But you must ask my leave first, my young Lord, Leave is but light. Ferret, Go bolt your Master, Here's gear will startle him. I cannot keep The passion in me, I am e'en turned child, And I must weep. Fly, take away mine host, My beard, and cap here, from me, and fetch my Lord. I am her father, Sir, and you shall now Ask my consent, before you have her. Wife! My dear and loving wife! my honoured wife! Who here hath gained but I? I am Lord Frampul, The cause of all this trouble? I am he Have measured all the Shires of England over: Wales, and her mountains, seen those wilder nations, Of people in the Peake, and Lancashire; Their Pipers, Fiddlers, Rushers, Puppet-masters, jugglers, and Gipseys, all the sorts of Canters, And Colonies of beggars, Tumblers, Ape-carriers, For to these savages I was addicted, To search their natures, and make odd discoveries! And here my wife, like a she Mandevile, Ventured in disquisition, after me. I may look up, admire, I cannot speak Yet, to my Lord. Take heart, and breath, recover, Thou hast recovered me, who here had coffined myself alive, in a poor hostelry, In penance of my wrongs done unto thee Whom I long since gave lost. So did I you, Till stealing mine own daughter from her sister, I lighted on this error hath cured all. And in that cure, include my trespass, Mother, And Father, for my wife- No, the Star-chamber. Away with that, you sour the sweetest lettuce Was ever tasted. Gi'you joy, my Son, Cast her not off again. O call me Father, Lovel, and this your Mother, if you like: But take your Mistress, first, my child; I have power To give her now, with her consent, her sister Is given already to your brother Beaufort. Is this a dream now, after my first sleep? Or are these fantasies made i'the light Heart? And sold i'the new Inn? Best go to bed, And dream it over all. Let's all go sleep, Each with his Turtle. Fly, provide us lodgings, Get beds prepared: yo' are master now o'the Inn, The Lord o'the light Heart, I give it you. Fly, was my fellow Gipsy. All my family, Indeed, were Gipseys, Tapsters, Ostlers, Chamberlains, Reduced vessels of civility. But here stands Pru, neglected, best deserving Of all that are i'the house, or i'my Heart, Whom though I cannot help to a fit husband, I'll help to that will bring one, a just portion: I have two thousand pound in bank, for Pru, Call for it when she will And I as much. There's somewhat yet, four thousand pound! that's better, Then sounds the proverb, four bare legs in a bed.
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And to the author Of that blest light, I ope my other eye, Which hath almost, now, seuen yeare beene shut, Darke, as my vow was, neuer to see light, Till such a light restor'd it, as my children, Or your deare father, who (I heare) is not. Giue me my wife, I owne her now, and will haue her. But you must aske my leaue first, my yong Lord, Leaue is but light. Ferret, Goe bolt your Master, Here's geare will startle him. I cannot keepe The passion in me, I am ne turn'd child, And I must weepe. Fly, take away mine host, My beard, and cap here, from me, and fetch my Lord. I am her father, Sir, and you shall now Aske my consent, before you haue her. Wife! My deare and louing wife! my honor'd wife! Who here hath gain'd but I? I am Lord Frampull, The cause of all this trouble? I am he Haue measur'd all the Shires of England ouer: Wales, and her mountaines, seene those wilder nations, Of people in the Peake, and Lancashire; Their Pipers, Fidlers, Rushers, Puppet-masters, Iuglers, and Gipseys, all the sorts of Canters, And Colonies of beggars, Tumblers, Ape-carriers, For to these sauages I was addicted, To search their natures, and make odde discoueries! And here my wife, like a she Mandeuile, Ventred in disquisition, after me. I may looke vp, admire, I cannot speake Yet, to my Lord. Take heart, and breath, recouer, Thou hast recouer'd me, who here had coffin'd My selfe aliue, in a poore hostelry, In pennane of my wrongs done vnto thee Whom I long since gaue lost. So did I you, Till stealing mine owne daughter from her sister, I lighted on this errour hath cur'd all. And in that cure, include my trespasse, Mother, And Father, for my wife- No, the Star-chamber. Away with that, you sowre the sweetest lettice Was euer tasted. Gi'you ioy, my Sonne, Cast her not off againe. O call me Father, Lovel, and this your Mother, if you like: But take your Mistris, first, my child; I haue power To giue her now, with her consent, her sister Is giuen already to your brother Beaufort. Is this a dreame now, after my first sleepe? Or are these phant'sies made i'the light Heart? And sold i'the new Inne? Best goe to bed, And dreame it ouer all. Let's all goe sleepe, Each with his Turtle. Fly, prouide vs lodgings, Get beds prepar'd: yo' are master now o'the Inne, The Lord o'the light Heart, I giue it you. Fly, was my fellow Gipsey. All my family, Indeed, were Gipseys, Tapsters, Ostlers, Chamberlaines, Reduced vessels of ciuility. But here stands Pru, neglected, best deseruing Of all that are i'the house, or i'my Heart, Whom though I cannot helpe to a fit husband, Ile helpe to that will bring one, a iust portion: I haue two thousand pound in banke, for Pru, Call for it when she will And I as much. There's somewhat yet, foure thousand pound! that's better, Then sounds the prouerbe, foure bare legs in a bed.