A New Wonder, A Woman Never Vexed · chunk 27 of 45
Heywood, Thomas / Rowley, William · published 1632 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1614] (Annals) comedy · Unknown T57 Ships, merchants and pirates typicality 0.85 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
I never could speak worse. Why, thy voice is good enough. But the worst accent Sir, that ever you heard, I speak a screech-owl's note. Oh you have made The most unhappiest bargain that ever Merchant did! Ha? what can so baleful be, as thou wouldst seem To make by this sad prologue? I am no traitor To confiscate my goods: speak, whate'er it be. I would you could conceit it, that I might not speak it. Dally not with torments, sink me at once. Now y'ave spoke it half; 'tis sinking I must treat of Your ships are all sunk. Hah! O thou fatal Raven; Let me pull thine eyes out for this Sad croak. Hold woman; hold prethee; 'tis none of his fauk. No, no, 'tis thine, thou wretch; and therefore Let me turn my vengeance all on thee; thou Hast made hot haste to empty all my Warehouses, And made room for that the sea hath drunk before Thee. Undone for ever! Where could this mischief fail? Were not my ships in their full pride at Dover; And what English Carybda's has the devil digged To swallow nearer home. Even in the Mouth, and entrance of the Thames They were all cast away. Dam up thy Mouth from any farther Mischievous relation. Some men were saved, but not one pennyworth of goods. Even now thy baleful utterance was choked, And now it runs too fast; thou fatal Bird no more. May Serpents breed, and fill this fatal Stream, And poison her for ever. O curse not, they come too fast! Let me curse somewhere, Wretch, or else I'll throw That all on thee; 'tis thou, ungodly Slave, That art the mark unto the wrath of Heaven: I thrived ere I knew thee. I prithee split me too. I would I could; I would I had never seen thee; For I ne'er saw hour of comfort since I knew thee. Undone for ever, my credit I have cracked, To buy a Venture, which the Sea has soaked; What worse can woe report. Yes worse than all, Thy enemies will laugh, and scorn thy fall. Be it the worst then; that place I did assign My unthrifty brother, Ludgate, must now be mine. Break, and take Ludgate. Take Newgate rather. I scorned my child, now he may scorn his father. Scorn him still. I will; would he my wants relieve, I'd scorn to take what he would yield to give: My heart be still my friend, although no other; I'll scorn the help of either son, or brother, My portion's begging now; seldom before. In one sad hour, was man so rich and poor. GEntlemen, my Father's not within; please You to walk a turn or two in the garden, he'll not be long. Your father, Mistress Iane, I hope you have observation in you, And know our humours; we come not a-wooing to your Father.
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I never could speake worse. Why, thy voyce is good enough. But the worst accent Sir, that ever you heard, I speake a Screechowles note. Oh you have made The most unhappiest bargaine that ever Merchant did! Ha? what can so balefull be, as thou would'st To make by this sad prologue? I am no traytor To consiscate my goods: speake, what e'r it be. I would you could conceite it, that I might not speake it. Dally not with torments, sinke me at once. Now y'ave spoke it halfe; 'tis sinking I must treate of Your ships are all sinke. Hah! O thou fatall Raven; Let me pull thine eyes out for this Sad croake. Hold woman; hold prethee; 'tis none of his fauk. No, no, 'tis thine, thou wretch; and therefore Let me turne my vengeance all on thee; thou Hast made hot haste to empty all my Ware-houses, And made roome for that the sea hath drunk before Thee. Vndone for ever! Where could this mischiefe fail▪ Were not my ships in their full pride at Dover; And what English Carybda's has the divell dig'd To swallow nearer home. Even in the Mouth, and entrance of the Thames They were all cast away. Dam up thy Mouth from any farther Mischievous relation. Some men were sav'd, but not one penny-worth of goods. Even now thy balefull utterance was chok'd, And now it runs too fast; thou fatall Bird no more. May Serpents breed, and fill this fatall Streame, And poyson her for ever. O curse not, they come too fast! Let me curse somewhere, Wretch, or else I'l throw That all on thee; 'tis thou, ungodly Slave, That art the marke unto the wrath of Heaven: I thriv'd e'r I knew thee. I prethee split me too. I would I could; I would I had never seene thee; For I ne'r saw houre of comfort since I knew thee. Vndone for ever, my credit I have crackt, To buy a Venture, which the Sea has sok'd; What worse can woe report. Yes worse than all, Thy enemies will laugh, and scorne thy fall. Be it the worst then; that place I did assigne My unthrifty brother, Ludgate, must now be mine. Breake, and take Ludgate. Take Newgate rather. I scorn'd my child, now he may scorne his father. Scorne him still. I will; would he my wants relieve, scorne to take what he would yeeld to give: My heart be still my friend, although no other; scorn the helpe of either son, or brother, My portion's begging now; seldome before. In one sad houre, was man so rich and poore. GEntlemen, my Father's not within; please You to walke a turne or two in the garden, Hee'l not be long. Your father, Mistris Iane, I hope you have observa in you, And know our humours; we come not a wooing to your Father.