A New Wonder, A Woman Never Vexed · chunk 31 of 45
Heywood, Thomas / Rowley, William · published 1632 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1614] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Yes, and delivered Sir, to Master Foster's servants, Who conveyed them in Carts to the Custom. House, there to be shipped; but going with them, Sir, I met ill news. Ill news? what is't? Old Master Foster's ships so richly laden, By strange misfortune, Sir, are cast away. Now heaven forbid! Oh me! How? cast away; where? 'Tis impossible; they rid at Dover safe, When he outbought my full share in the fraught, And paid me down near thirty thousand pounds In wares and money. Which had he not done, you had lost your venture: By Master Foster's own appointment Sir, they weighed Their Anchors up, and so to come for London; But by a merciless storm they all were Swallowed, even in the Thames' mouth; yet The men were saved, but all the goods were lost. O my poor father! This loss will break his back. Ha? What's that to you? if in my favour you'll Sit warm, then bury all love to him, Nay duty, hear you Sir? What sheddest thou tears For him, that had no care to see thy heart drop Blood? he was unnatural, and heaven hath justly now rewarded him. 'Tis a most strange Fate; he needs would buy my Part at any rate, he cared not what; and now all's lost, Greedy desire he swallowed, and now is swallowed: 'Tis but his hire; and I'll not pity it, no more Than he, in his abundance, did my misery. I grieve for my poor Gossip, his good wife, She never met good fortune all her life, And this will break her heartstrings: In good sooth I'll go and comfort her. In good sooth you shall not, Nor him, nor her at this time, gentle wife; He scorned me in his height, now being poor, If that he needs my help, he knows my door. Sir, we'll for this time leave you, at fitter leisure, We'll have this marriage talked of. At your own good pleasure. Come wife; Go not to see your father, Sir, I charge you. Iane, bring your friends toth' door. I'll help my father, though myself grow poor. Where's my Factor? Here Sir. What, are the square stones, and timber Brought as I appointed? Yes, Sir, and the workmen, that daily ply the Work, are in number fourscore at least. My vows flew up to heaven, that I would make Some pious work in the brass book of Fame, That might till Doomsday lengthen out my name. Near Norton Folgate therefore have I bought Ground to erect this house, which I will call And dedicate, Saint Marie's Hospital; And when 'tis finished, o'er the gates shall stand In capital letters, these words fairly graven For I have given the work and house to heaven And called it, Domus Dei, God's house; For in my zealous faith I know full well, Where good deeds are, there heaven itself doth dwell.
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Yes, and deliver'd Sir, to Master Foster's servants, Who conveyed them in Carts to the Custome. House, there to be shipt; but going with them, Sir, I met ill newes. Ill newes? what ist? Old Master Foster's ships so richly laden, By strange misfortune, Sir, are cast away. Now heaven forbid! Oh mee! How? cast away; where? 'Tis impossible; they rid at Dover safe, When he out-bought my full share in the fraught, And paid me downe neare thirty thousand pounds In wares and money. Which had he not done, you had lost your venture: By Master Foster's owne appointment Sir, they weighed Their Anchors up, and so to come for London; But by a mercilesse storme they all were Swallowed, even in the Theames mouth; yet The men were sav'd, but all the goods were lost. O my poore father! This losse will breake his backe. Ha? What's that to you? if in my favour you'l Sit warme, then bury all love to him, Nay duty, heare you Sir? What shed'st thou teares For him, that had no care to see thy heart drop Blood? he was unnaturall, and heaven hath Iustly now rewarded him. 'Tis a most strange Fate; he needes would buy my Part at any rate, he car'd not what; and now all's lost, Greedy desire he swallowed, and now is swallowed: 'Tis but his hyre; and I'l not pitty it, no more Than he, in his abundance, did my misery. I grieve for my poore Gossip, his good wife, She never met good fortune all her life, And this will breake her heart-strings: In good sooth I'l goe and comfort her. In good sooth you shall not, Nor him, nor her at this time, gentle wife; He scorn'd me in his height, now being poore, If that he needes my helpe, he knowes my doore. Sir, we'l for this time leave you, at fitter leasure, We'l have this marriage talk't of. At your owne good pleasure. Come wife; Goe not to see your father, Sir, I charge you. Iane, bring your friends toth'dore. I'l helpe my father, though my selfe grow poore. Where's my Factor? Here Sir. What, are the square stones, and timber Brought as I appointed? Yes, Sir, and the workemen, that daily ply the Worke, are in number fourescore at least. My vowes flew up to heaven, that I would make Some pious worke in the brasse booke of Fame, That might till Dooesday lengthen out my name. Neare Norton Folgae therefore have I bought Ground to erect this house, which I will call And dedicate, Sat Marie's Hospitall; And when 'tis finish'd, o'r the gates shall stand In capitall letters, these words fairely graven For I have given the worke and house to heaven And cal'd it, Domus Dei, Gods house; For in my zealous faith I know full well, Where good deedes are, there heaven it selfe doth dwell.