Marlowe, Christopher · published 1633 · first performed or written 1589 [c.1589-1590] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown · before the Court unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Oh my girl, My gold, my fortune, my felicity; Strength to my soul, death to mine enemy; Welcome the first beginner of my bliss: Oh Abigal, Abigal, that I had thee here too, Than my desires were fully satisfied, But I will practise thy enlargement thence: Oh girl, oh gold, oh beauty, oh my bliss! Father, it draweth towards midnight now, And 'bout this time the Nuns begin to wake; To shun suspicion, therefore, let us part. Farewell my joy, and by my fingers take A kiss from him that sends it from his soul. Now Phoebus open the eyelids of the day, And for the Raven wake the morning Lark, That I may hover with her in the Air; Singing over these, as she does o'er her young. Hermoso Piater, de les Denirch. Now Captain tell us whither thou art bound? Whence is thy ship that anchors in our road? And why thou cam'st ashore without our leave? Governor of Malta, hither am I bound; My Ship, the flying Dragon, is of Spain, And so am I, Del-bosco is my name; vice-admiral unto the Catholic King. 'Tis true, my Lord, therefore entreat him well. Our fraught is Grecians, Turks, and Afrique Moores. For late upon the coast of Corsica, Because we veiled not to the Spanish Fleet, Their creeping Galleys had us in the chase: But suddenly the wind began to rise, And then we left, and took, and fought at ease: Some have we fired, and many have we sunk; But one amongst the rest became our prize: The Captain's slain, the rest remain our slaves, Of whom we would make sale in Malta here. Martin del Bosco, I have heard of thee; Welcome to Malta, and to all of us; But to admit a sale of these thy Turks We may not, nay we dare not give consent By reason of a Tributary league. Del-bosco, as thou lovest and honour'st us, Persuade our Governor against the Turk; This truce we have is but in hope of gold, And with that sum he craves might we wage war. Will Knights of Malta be in league with Turks, And buy it basely too for sums of gold? My Lord, Remember that to Europ's shame, The Christian I'll of Rhodes, from whence you came, Was lately lost, and you were stated here To be at deadly enmity with Turk's Captain we know it, but our force is small: What is the sum that Calymath requires? A hundred thousand Crowns. My Lord and King hath title to this Isle, And he means quickly to expel you hence; Therefore be ruled by me, and keep the gold: I'll write unto his Majesty for aid, And not depart until I see you free. On this condition shall thy Turks be sold. Go Officers and set them straight in show. Bosco, thou shalt be Malta's General; We and our warlike Knights will follow thee Against these barbarous misbelieving Turks.
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Oh my girle, My gold, my fortune, my felicity; Strength to my soule, death to mine enemy; Welcome the first beginner of my blisse: Oh Aigal, Abigal, that I had thee here too, Then my desires were fully satisfied, But I will practise thy enlargement thence: Oh girle, oh gold, oh beauty, oh my blsse! Father, it draweth towards midnight now, And 'bout this time the Nuns begin to wake; To aun suspition, therefore, let vs part. Farewell my oy, and by my fingers take A kisse from hi that sends it from his soule. Now Phoebus ope the eye-lids of the day, And for the Rauen wake the morning Larke, That I may houer with her in the Ayre; Singing ore these, as she does ore her young. Hrmoso Pir, de les Dnirch. Now Captaine tell vs whither thou art bound? Whence is thy ship that anchors in our Rhoad? And why thou cam'st ashore without our leaue? Governor of Malta, hither am I bound; My Ship, the flying Dragon, is of Spaine, And so am I, Delbosco is my name; Vizadmirall vnto the Catholike King. 'Tis true, my Lord, therefore intreat him well. Our fraught is Grecians, Turks, and Africk Moores. For late vpon the coast of Corsica, Because we vail'd not to the Spanish Fleet, Their creeping Gallyes had vs in the chase: But suddenly the wind began to rise, And then we left, and tooke, and fought at ease: Some have we fir'd, and many haue we sunke; But one amongst the rest became our prize: The Captain's slaine, the rest remaine our slaues, Of whom we would make sale in Malta here. Martin del Bosco, I haue heard of thee; Welcome to Malta, and to all of vs; But to admit a sale of these thy Turkes We may not, nay we dare not giue consent By reason of a Tributary league. Delbosco, as thou louest and honour'st vs, Perswade our Gouernor against the Turke; This truce we haue is but in hope of gold, And with that summe he craues might we wage warre. Will Knights of Malta be in league with Turkes, And buy it basely too for summes of gold? My Lord, Remember that to Europ's shame, The Christian Ile of Rhodes, from whence you came, Was lately lost, and you were stated here To be at deadly enmity with Turkes Captaine we know it, but our force is small: What is the summe that Calymath requires? A hundred thousand Crownes. My Lord and King hath title to this Isle, And he meanes quickly to expell you hence; Therefore be rul'd by me, and keepe the gold: I'le write unto his Maiesty for ayd, And not depart vntill I see you free. On this condition shall thy Turkes be sold. Goe Offiers and set them straight in shew. Bosco, thou shalt be Malta's Generall; We and our warlike Knights will follow thee Against these barbarous mis-beleeuing Turkes.