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 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
My body is divided in the midst, That way goes half my heart, and this way other, Necessity thy stern deeds I beshrew, That thy rude hand, gives us the parting blow, At Santon I will meet you Madam, here I dare not know you, so adieu my dear. Berty farewell, to Santon bound we are, With these companions, and our conduct care, You people happy in a land of peace, That joy your consciences, with the world's increase, Look with indifference into my sad life, Here my poor husband, dares not know his wife, And I a prince's, to avoid like danger, Must use my own dear husband, as a stranger, Towards Santon we, through deserts, any way, Though all should leave me, I for grief must stay. Madam, you see what strictness, we are forced to. let's wing our feet, till we can get to Santon, Madam, let me admire your constancy, For heaven hath proved your patience every way, Yet you are confident, and more your zeal to try, you're forced your loyal husband to deny, Then what pale trembling cowards heart would faint, To wade through danger with so pure a saint? A booty, stend, despoil them, down with them. We are beset with thieves. Sands, thou must fly, For weaponless, thou canst no mastery try. thieves, thieves. Pursue them not, let's seize on them that stay, Slaves, you have murdered me. No matter, seize on her, and rifle both, Ha, by my faith a gallant lusty wench, 'tis the best booty, that we met this month. Oh my true servant's death, doth grieve me more, Than all the sorrows that I felt before. I am jealous of the safety of my wife, And to escape the better through the woods, I have clothed myself thus in an outlaw's shape, Oh, sight of ruth, my fellow Cranwell slain: My wife grasped in the arms of ravishers, Then heaven instruct me with some present means, That I may find some aid to rescue them, I have it, a booty, a booty, a brave booty: But we want help, and aid to compass it, four wealthy Merchants, are come down this hill, Some little aid, and we shall share them all. Some of you look to see the Woman safe, I'll help to take the booty. And so will I. One bird i'th' hand's worth two i'th' bush: I'll take my present purchase. we'll share a both sides, come conduct us to them. I will, stir not from hence with her, Till we return. My life for yours, come, will you uncase. Do not disrobe me of my clothes, as y'are a man. Tut, stand not upon terms, I love to see a Woman naked. Defend me heaven. So ho, ho, I have lost a jewel, And left it here behind, when I departed hence. What value. More precious than thy soul, and this it is, Villain, think not to scape, your mates are far enough.
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My body is devided in the midst, That way goes halfe my heart, and this way tother, Necessity thy sterne deeds I beshrow, That thy rude hand, giues vs the parting blow, At Santon I will meete you Madam, heere I dare not know you, so adue my deere. Berty farewell, to Santon bound we are, With these companions, and our conduct care, You people happy in a land of peace, That ioy your consciences, with the worlds increase, Looke with indifference into my sad life, Heere my poore husband, dares not know his wife, And I a Princes, to avoid like danger, Must vse my owne deere husband, as a stranger, Towards Santon we, through deserts, any way, Though all should leaue me, I for griefe must stay. Madam, you see what strictnes, we are forced to. Lets wing our feet, till we can get to Santon, Madam, let me admire your constancy, For heaven hath prov'd your patience every way, Yet you are confident, and more your zeale to trie, Yo'r forst your loyall husband to deny, Then what pale trembling cowards heart would faint, To wade through danger with so pure a saint? A bootie, stend, dispoyle them, downe with them. We are beset with theeues. Sands, thou must flie, For weaponles, thou canst no mastery try. Theeues, theeues. Pursue them not, lets ceise on them that stay, Slaues, you haue murderd me. No matter, ceise on her, and rifle both, Ha, by my faith a gallant lusty wench, Tis the best booty, that we met this moneth. Oh my true servants death, doth grieue me more, Then all the sorrowes that I felt before. I am iealous of the safety of my wife, And to escape the better through the woods, I haue cloath'd my selfe thus in an Out-lawes shape, Oh, sight of ruth, my fellow Cranwell slaine: My wife graspt in the armes of ravishers, Then heaven instruct me with some present meanes, That I may find some aid to rescue them, I haue it, a booty, a booty, a braue booty: But we want helpe, and ayd to compasse it, Foure wealthy Merchants, are come downe this hill, Some little ayd, and we shall share them all. Some of you looke to see the Woman safe, Ile helpe to take the booty. And so will I. One bird ith' hand's worth two ith' bush: Ile take my present purchase. Weele share a both sides, come conduct vs to them. I will, stirre not from hence with her, Till we returne. My life for yours, come, will you vncase. Doe not disrobe me of my clothes, as y'ar a man. Tut, stand not vpon tearmes, I loue to see a Woman naked. Defend me heaven. So ho, ho, I haue lost a Iewell, And left it heere behind, when I departed hence. What valew. More pretious then thy soule, and this it is, Villaine, thinke not to scape, your mates are far enough▪