Fletcher, Phineas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 13] (Annals) pastoral · at University unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
She who most strove to hinder and dissuade him. What had he done? That which deserves all life and love. How fine the heaven's powers can sorrows frame! The fates will play, and make my woe their game. Where is he? Safe enough I warrant you, get's leave of the Priest, master, and we'll go fetch him. We caught him out of the water. O, he had supped a abundance of salt porridge! And brought him to the ship where the mariners keep him. Why stand I idle here! O to the shore i'll fly, And either with him live, or for him die. Master, master, master. I'll follow him: nature can do no less Than either help, or pity such distress. Nay if you go too, then farewell all, Farewell ye rocks, farewell to thee O love, You lovely rocks, you hard and rocky love. Nay I shall turn swain presently and sing my final song. I marvel what it is that stays Dicaus. Marry let him stay till I send for him, the Cyclops shall want their breakfast this month. Here I must stay for him. Faine would I know how my gin thrives and prospers. Olinda is fast, and by my disamour hath quenched her love with death: if now Glaucilla be taken in that snare, then am I cunning: well may I prove a fisher, who have took too maids so soon with oneself bait and hook. Is not that Nomicus? I shall learn of him. Nomicus? Who Cosma? Why are these fishers bound? For you. For me? I for you, had not you 'cused Glaucilla, she had not been condemned: if she had not been condemned, Perindus would not have died for her: if he would not have died for her, he had not fallen from the rock: had he not fallen from the rock, we had not saved him: if we had not saved him, we had not been bound: were we not bound, we would show a fair pair of heels, What talks this fool? Perindus fall'n from the rock! Hast thou not heard then of Perindus' faith and fall? No, not a word; but fain would hear. And shalt: my tongue is as ready as thy ear; meanwhile lead these away, soon as Dicaeus returns, I'll overtake you. I prithee Mr Priest, let me crave one favour; that I may have an Epitaph for me in Neptune's church porch, I'll never go farther. Here's no time for Epitaphs, away. Nay, 'tis soon done, I'll trouble never a poet of them all, I have it already. Cancrone valorous and kind, where art thou? Cancrone too kind and valorous to live, Engulfed in Cyclops guts. Readers, why start you? His life for his master he did freely give. Ungrateful Sicelie that want'st his bones, Instead of members keeping his memory in stones. Short and sweet, Mr Priest. Cancrone, this is a land voyage, you must lead the way. But when we sail down the Cyclops throat, I'll give you the pre-eminence.
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She who most stroue to hinder and disswade him. What had he done? That which deserues all lie and loue. How fine the heauens powers can sorrowe frame! The fates will play, and make my woe their gme. VVhere is he? Safe enough I warrant you, get's leaue of the Priest, master, and wee'l goe fetch him. We caught him out of the water. O, he had supt a bundance of ait porrige! And brought him to the shippe where the mariners keepe him. VVhy stand I idle here! O to the shore i'le fly, And eyther with him liue, or for him die. Master, master, master. Ile follow him: nature can doe no lesse Then eyther helpe, or pitty such distresse. Nay if you goe too, then farewell all, Farewell ye rockes, farewell to thee O loue, You louely rockes, you hard and rocky loue. Nay I shall turne swaine presently and sing my finall song. I maruell what it is that stayes Dicaus. Marry let him stay till I send for him, the Cyclops shall want their breakefast this month. Here I must stay for him. Faine would I know how my gine thriues and prospers. Olnda is fast, and by my disamour hath quencht her loue with death: if now Glaucilla bee taken in that snare, then am I cunning: well may I proue a fisher, who haue tooke too maides so soone with one selfe baite and hooke. Is not that Nomicus? I shall learne of him. Nomicus? Who Cosm ? Why are these fishers bound? For you. For mee? I for you, had not you cus'd Glaucilla, shee had not bene condemnd: if shee had not beene condemnd, Perindus would not haue died for her: if he would not haue died for her, he had not fallen from the rocke: had he not fallen from the rocke, we had not sau'd him: if wee had not sau'd him, wee had not beene bound: were wee not bound, wee would showe a faire payre of heeles, What talks this foole? Perindus falne from the rocke! Hast thou not heard then of Perindus faith and fal? No, not a word; but faine would heare. And shalt: my tongue is as ready as thy eare; Meane while leade these away, soone as Dicaeus returnes, I'le ouertake you. I prethee Mr Priest, let mee craue one fauour; that I may hae an Epitaph for mee in Neptunes church porch, Ile neuer goe farther. Heres no time for Epitaphs, away. Nay, tis soone done, Ile trouble neuer a poet of them all, I haue it already. Cancrone valorous and kind, where art thou? Cancrone too kind and valorous to liue, Ingulft in Cyclops guts. Readers, why start you? His life for his master he did freely giue. Vngratefull Sicelie that want'st his bones, Instead of members keeping his memorie in stones. Short and sweete, Mr Priest. Cancrone, this is a land voyage, you must leade the way. But when wee saile downe the Cyclops throat, Ile giu you the preeminence.