Fletcher, Phineas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 13] (Annals) pastoral · at University unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
This half persuades me to become a lover. Where better could her love then here have nested? Or he his thoughts more daintily have feasted? know'st thou Perindus' sister, or Olinda? I know them both sir. Live they yet and breathe? They live and now most happy. Thou mak'st me happy, in thy happy news. All thanks ye heavenly powers, when I forget Your goodness in my children's life and safety, Let heaven forget both me and mine for ever. Gryphus, back to our ship, and fetch me thence The vestments vowed to Neptune, and the chest, Wherein I locked my other offerings. This rock my heart prefers before a palace. Fond men that have enough yet seek for more, I thought by traffic to increase my store, And striving to augment this careful pelf, I lost my goods, my liberty, myself: Taken by Persians on the Grecian seas, So I my captain and the King did please, Soon was I loosed from my slavish band, And straight preferred to have a large command, There have I now consumed these thrice five summers, There might I have lived long in wealth and honour, But ah thou little home, how in thy want The world so spacious, yet seems too too scant At my departure hence I left two infants, Perindus and Olinda, the boy some eight, The girl but two years old, their mother dead, Who giving life toth' girl, so took her death, And left her own, to give her infant breath. Great Ioue and Neptune, I will keep my vows, Seeing my Children live, two chosen bulls, With myrtle crowned, and Oak leaves laid with gold, Shall fall upon your altars. You sacred virtues, truth and spotless faith, Where will you live, if not in such a Nymph? Whose breast will you now seek? what mansion? My trembling heart doth some great ill divine, And tells me, every grief and fear is mine. Where now can unsuspected friendship rest? If treachery possess so fair a breast. Fishers what news? Sir, little as concerns you. Pray heavens it do not. Your habit speaks a stranger, And yet methinks, I somewhat else have seen, Some lineaments of that face: are you Tyrinthus? The same. O cruel heavens I could you find No other time, to give him back his country? If thus you give, happy whom you deny, The greater good, the greater injury: Thy only daughter Is dead. I should have said so. Alas, he falls. Tyrinthus, what, one blow thus strike thee under fortune's feet? How loath his life returns! How well I had forgot my grief, And found my rest, with loss of restless life! Thou much hast wronged me, fisher, 'tis no love, Death from his just possession to remove: Heavens, ye have thanks for both, yet one you slew, Give back halfe of thy thanks, take but your due: I owe you nothing for Olinda, nothing. Ah poor Olinda I shall never more, Never more see thee: thy father must lament thee, Thy father, who in death should long prevent thee, How long since died she?
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This halfe perswades mee to become a louer. Where better could her loue then here haue neasted? Or he his thoughts more daintily haue feasted? Knowst thou Perindus sister, or Olinda? I know them both sir. Liue they yet and breathe? They liue and now most happy. Thou mak'st me happy, in thy happy newes. All thankes yee heauenly powers, when I forget Your goodnesse in my childrens life and safety, Let heauen forget both me and mine for euer. Gryphus, backe to our shippe, and fetch mee thence The vestments vowd to Neptune, and the chest, Wherein I lockt my other offerings. This rocke my heart prefers before a palace. Fond men that haue enough yet seeke for more, I thought by traffique to encrease my store, And striuing to augment this carefull pelfe, I lost my goods, my liberty, my selfe: Taken by Persians on the Graecian seas, So I my captaine and the King did please, Soone was I loosed from my slauish band, And straight preferd to haue a large command, There haue I now consum'd these thrice iue summers, There might I haue liu'd long in wealth and honour, But ah thou little home, how in thy want The world so spacious, yet seemes too too scant At my departure hence I left two infants, Perindus and Olinda, the boy some eyght, The girle but two yeeres old, teir mother dead, Who giuing life to'th'girle, so tooke her death, And left her owne, to giue h inant bath. Great Ioue and Neptune, I will keepe my vowes, Seeing my Children liue, two chosen bulls, With mirtle crownd, and Oake leaues laid with gold, Shall fall vpon your altars. You sacred vertues, truth and spotlesse fayth, Where will you liue, if not in such a Nymph? Whose brest will you now seeke? what mansion? My trembling heart doth some great ill diuine, And tels me, euery griefe and feare is mine. VVhere now can vnsuspected friendship rest? If treachery possesse so faire a brest. Fishers what newes? Sir, little as concernes you. Pray heauens it doe not. Your habit speakes a stranger, And yet me thinkes, I somewhat else haue eene, Some lineaments of that face: are you Tyrinthus? The same. O cruell heauens I could you finde No other time, to giue him backe his country? If thus you giue, happy whom you deny, The greater good, the greater iniury: Thy onely daughter Is dead. I should haue sayd so. Alas, he falls. Tyrinthus, what, one blow thus strike thee vnder fortunes feete? How loth his life returnes! How well I had forgot my griefe, And found my rest, with losse of restlesse life! Thou much hast wrong'd me, fisher, 'tis no loue, Death from his iust possession to remoue: Heauens, ye haue thankes for both, yet one you slue, Giue backe halfe of thy thankes, take but your due: I owe you nothing for Olinda, nothing. Ah poore Olinda I shall neuer more, Neuer more see thee: thy father must lament thee, Thy father, wh in death should long preuent thee, How long since died shee?