Drue, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Jan 2] (Annals) history · Prince Palatine's (Palsgrave's) Men unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Yes Cranwell but they do of jealous fear. My life is on the hazard of this game And I mistrust each step will cheat the same. O that the poison of this fear were once removed. We should not then halt here The poison hath the treason of my foes, I wish but patience to abide their blows, But who comes here, Nurse, with a candle light 'tis darkness woman must guide out our fear. What light is that there ho? Nurse what hast thou done? Disperse away, to Lion key begone. What ho, will none speak there, awake the guard. What stay you for, for heaven's sake will you go, Good Cranwell, sweet Nurse, linger not my woe. How will you find that way you yet nere w I'll' trust in him that guides the Innocent, Give me my Child, & Mantle, now heaven's pleasure: Frewell, come life or death, I'll hug my treasure, Nay chide not pretty babe, our enemies come Thy crying will pronounce thy mother's doom. she's gone, she's gone. Not far, but be thou still This gate may shade us from their envious will. Gone, gone, pursue her or we are undone. Oh fear what art thou! lend me wings to file, Direct me in this plunge of misery, Nature has taught the Child obedience, Thou hast been humble to thy mother's wish, Oh let me kiss these duteous lips of thine, That would not kill thy mother with a cry, Now forward whither heaven directs, for I Can guide no better than thine infancy, Here are two Pilgrims bound to Lion-key, And neither knows one footstep of the way, Return you, then 'tis time to shift me hence. Search every corner, here, behind this gate Her mantle, oh the luck, had we but stayed To search this nook, when fury bore us hence With violence to overtake her course, We had prevented her intended scape But what heaven would not, could not, 'tis decreed, Her innocent life, should not by envy bleed: But here we stint not, to pursue her flight, I know 'twill boil up Bonners rancorous spite. Thus far, but Heaven knows where we have escaped The eager pursuit of our enemies, Having for guidance my attentive fear, Still I look back, still start my tired feet, Which never till now measured London street, My honours scorned that custom, they would ride, Now forced to walk, more weary pain to bide: Thou shalt not do so child, I'll carry thee In sorrows arms to welcome misery, Custom must steel thy youth with pinching want, That thy great birth, in age may bear with scant, Sleep peaceably sweet duck, and make no noise methinks each step is deaths arresting voice, We shall meet Nurse anon, a dug will come To please my quiet infant, when, Nurse, when?
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Yes Cranwell but they doe of iealous feare. My life is on the hazard of this game And I mistrust each step will cheate the same. O that the poyson of this feare were once remove We should not then halt heere The poyson hath the teason of my foes, I wish but patience to abide their blowes, But who comes heere, Nurse, with a candle light Tis darkenesse woman must guide out our feere. What light is that there ho? Nurse what hast thou done? Disperse away, to Lyon key begon. What ho, will none speake there, awake the gua What stay you for, for heavens sake will you go Good Cranwell, sweet Nurse, linger not my woe. How will you find that way you yet nere w Ile 'trust in him that guides the Innocent, Giue me my Child, & Mantle, now heavens pleasure: Frewell, come life or death, Ile hug my treasure, Nay chide not pretty babe, our enemies come Thy crying will pronounce thy mothers dome. Shees gone, shes gone. Not far, but be thou still This gate may shade vs from their envious will. Gone, gone, pursue her or we are vndone. Oh feare what art thou! lend me wings to file, Direct me in this plunge of misery, Nature has taught the Child obedience, Thou hast bin humble to thy mothers wish, Oh let me kisse these dutious lips of thine, That would not kill thy mother with a cry, Now forward whither heaven directs, for I Can guide no better then thine infancy, Heere are two Pilgrims bound to Lyon-key, And neither knowes one footstep of the way, Returne you, then tis time to shift me hence. Search euery corner, heere, behind this gate Her mantle, oh the lucke, had we but staid To search this nooke, when fury bore vs hence With violence to overtake her course, We had prevented her intended scape But what heaven would not, could not, tis decreed, Her innocent life, should not by envy bleed: But heere we stint not, to pursue her flight, I know twill boyle vp Bonners rancorous spight. Thus far, but Heaven knowes where wee ha esca The eager pursuite of our enemies, Having for guidance my attentiue feare, Still I looke backe, still starte my tyred feet, Which never till now measur'd London street, My honors scornd that custome, they would ride, Now forc't to walke, more weary paine to bide: Thou shalt not doe so child, Ile carry thee In sorrowes armes to welcome misery, Custome must steele thy youth with pinching want, That thy great birth, in age may beare with scant, Sleepe peaceablie sweete ducke, and make no noise Me thinkes each step is deaths aresting voice, We shall meete Nurse anon, a dug will come To please my quiet infant, when, Nurse, when?