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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A43595	Fortune by land and sea a tragi-comedy, as it was acted with great applause by the Queens servants / written by Tho. Haywood and William Rowly.	Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.; Rowley, William, 1585?-1642?	1655 (1655)	Wing H1783; ESTC R10165	39,171	50

countenance unto my fathers wrong come I dare swear 't was not your malice and I take it so le ts frame some other talk hear Gentlemen Rains But hear me boy it seems Sir you are angry Fra. Not throughly yet Rains Then what would anger thee Fra. Nothing from you Rains Of all things under heaven what wouldest thou loathest have me do Fra. I would not have you wrong my reverent Father and I hope you will not Rains Thy Father 's an old dotard Fran. I could not brook this at a Monarchs hands much lesse at thine Rains I boy then take you that Flings wine in 's face Fra I was not born to brook this oh I am slain Goodw. Sweet Cose what have you done shift for your self Rains Away Exeunt Enter two Drawers 1. Draw Stay the Gentlemen they have kild a man O sweet Mr. Francis one run to his Fathers 2. Draw Had not we Drawers enough in the house but they must needs draw too 1. Draw They have drawn blood of this Gentleman that I have drawn many a quart of wine to Oh sweet Mr. Francis hark hark I hear his Fathers voice below ten to one he is come to fetch him home to supper and now he may carry him home to his grave See here he comes Enter the Host Mr. Forrest and Susan Host You must take comfort Sir old For. Would heaven I could or that I might beg patience Sus. Oh my brother old For. Is he dead is he dead girl Sus. Oh dead sir Frank is dead old For. Alass alass my boy I have not the heart to look upon his wide and gaping wounds Hide them oh hide them from me left those mouthes through which his life past through swallow mine Pray tell me Sir doth this appear to you fearful and pittiful to you that are a stranger to my dead boy Host. How can it otherwise old For. Oh me most wretched of all wretched men if to a stranger his warm bleeding wounds appear so griesly and so lamentable how will they seem to me that am his Father will they not hale my eyeballs from their rounds and with an everlasting blindness strike 'em Sus. Oh Sir look here old For. Do'st thou long to have me blind then I le behold them since I know thy mind oh me is this my sonne that doth so sensless lye and swims in blood my soul shall fly with his Unto the land of rest behold I crave Being kild with grief we both may have one grave Sus. Alass my Father 's dead too gentle Sir help to retire his spirits over-travell'd with age and sorrow Hest. Mr. Forrest Sus. Father old For. What saies my girl good morrow what 's a clock that you are up so early call up Frank tell him he lies too long a bed this morning was wont to call the Sun up and to raise the early Lark and mount her 'mongst the clouds will he not up rise rise thou sluggish boy Sus. Alass he cannot Father old For. Cannot why Sus. Do you not see his bloodless colour fail old For. Perhaps he 's sickly that he looks so pale Sus. Do you not feel his pulse no motion keep how still he lies old For. Then is he fast asleep Sus. Do you not see his fatal eye-lide close old For. Speak softly hinder not his soft repose Sus. Oh see you not these purple conduits run know you these wounds old Fost. Oh me my murdered Son Enter young Mr. Forrest Mr. For. Sister Sus. O brother brother Mr. For. Father how cheer you Sir why you were wont to store for others comfort that by sorrow were any way distrest have you all wasted and spared none to your self old For. Oh Son son son see alass see where thy brother lies he dined with me to day was merry merry eye that course was he that lies here see there thy murdered brother and my son was see doest not thou not weep for him Mr. For. I shall find time When you have took some comfort I le begin To mourn his death and scourge the murderers sin Dear father be advised take hence his body and let it have a solemn funeral old For. But for the murderer shall not he attend the sentence of the Law with all severity Mr. For. Have you but patience should we urge the Law he hath such honourable friends to guard him we should in that but bark against the Moon nay do not look that way take hence the body let the Law sleep the time ere it be long may offer 't self to a more just revenge We are poor and the world frowns on all our fortune with patience then bear this amongst the rest The heavens when they be pleased may turn the wheel of Fortune round when we that are dejected may be again raised to our former height old For. Oh when saw Father such a tragick sight And did outlive it never sonne ah never From mortal breast run such a pretious River Mr. For. Come Father and dear Sister joyn with me Let us all learn our sorrows to forget He owed a death and he hath payd that debt Exeunt Scen. 2. Enter old Mr Harding his two sonnes William and John his Wife Anne as newly come fram the Wedding old Hard. So things are as they should be we have attained the height of solace and true joy sweet Nan no sooner married but a Mother of this my hopeful Issue cheer thoughts for what I want in youth I wil supply in true affection and what age doth scant me in sprightly vigour I le make good in wealth Anne Sir you well know I was not easily wonne and therefore not soon changed advisedly not rashly did I venter on your love My young unsetled thoughts from their long travels have late attained unto their journeys end and they are now at rest old Hard. Here they have found a harbour to retire to Wil 'T would become you to use my Father here respectively you see how he receives you almost dowerless Ioh. True where he out of his own abilities might have commanded Widdows richer farre I and perhaps each way as beautiful Anne Upbraid me not I do confess he might nor was this match my seeking If it hath pleased your father for some virtues known in me to grace me with his free election Methinks it worse becomes you being sonnes to blame a Fathers pleasure howsoever better my self I cannot if he thought me Worthy his bed I see small reason you Should wrong me to him that my state best knew old Hard. Nann I am pleased they shall be satisfied and boyes I tell you though you be my sonnes you much forget your duty to a Mother whom I hold worthy to be called my Wife no more of this I charg you Wil Sir we have done old Hard No child to her can be to me no Son Ioh. I am pleased here my spleen dyes Suddenly fallen as it did quickly rise old Hard This is the end I aim'd at were my

sweeps Cities Clin. That it had swept us then too so the seas had been to us a glorious monument where now the fates have cast us on the shelf to hang 'twixt air and water Sher. Gentlemen your limited hour draws nigh Pur. I that 's the plague we spoke of yet no greater then some before have tasted and hereafter many be bound to suffer and if Purser as dying men seldom deeme amiss presage not wrong how many gallant spirits equal with us in fame shall this gulf swallow and make this silver oare to blush in blood how many Captains that have aw'd the seas shall fal on this infortunate peece of land some that commanded Ilands some to whom the Indian Mines pay'd Tribute Turk vayl'd but when we that have quak'd nay troubled flouds and made Armadoes fly before our stream shall founder thus be split and lost Then be it no impeachment to their fame Since Purser and bold Clinton bide the same Clin. What is our Ship wel tackled we may lanch upon this desperate voyage Hang. Corded bravely Pur. Call up the Boatswain soundly lash the slave with a ropes end have him unto the Chest or duck him at the Mainyard Hang. Have me to the chest I must first have you to the Gallows and for Ducking I 'm afraid I shall see you duckt and drakt too Pur. Oh you brave Navigators that have seen or ever had your selves command aboard that knew our Empire there and our fall now pitty at least us that are made the scorn of a base common Hangman Shr. Thou doest ill to offend them in their deaths Hang. I have and long to make an end of them Pur. Hadst thou but two months since wrinkled a brow look'd but askew much less unloos'd thy lips to speak speak said I nay but lodg'd a thought or murmur of the least affront to us thee basest of all worms meat I had made unwholsom food for Hadocks but I ha' done Clin. Enough Tom Watton with these sheets not sailes a stiff gale blows to split us on yon rock Pur. And set sail from the fatal Marshal seas and Wapping is our harbour a quick sand that shall swallow many a brave Marine souldier of whose valour experience skil and Naval discipline being lost I wish this land may never have need but what star must we sail by or what compass Hang. I know not the star but here 's your compass Pur. Yes that way points the Needle that way we steer a sad course plague of the Pilot hear you Mr. Sherif you see we wear good clothes they are payd for and our own then give us leave our own amongst our friends to distribute There 's Sir for you Clin. And you Pur. The work man made them took never measure on a Hangmans back wear them for our sakes and remember us there 's some content for him too Hang. Thank your worships Clin. I would your knaveship had our worships place if hanging now be held so worshipful Pur. But now our Sun is all setting night comes on the watery wilderness ore which we raign'd proves in our ruins peaceful Mr. Chantes trade fearless abroad as in the rivers mouth and free as in a harbor then fair Thames Queen of fresh water famous through the world and not the least through us whose double tides must o'rflow our bodies and being dead may thy clear waves our scandals wash away but keep our valours living now lead on Clinton thus arm in arm le ts march to death and wheresoe'r our names are memoriz'd The world report two valiant Pirats fell Shot betwixt wind and water so farewel Exeunt as they entered Enter old Forrest and young Forrest old For. A fathers blessing more then all thy honours crown thee and make thy fortunes growing stil Oh heavens I shall be too importunate to ask more earthly favours at your hands now that you after all these miseries have still reserv'd my son safe and unscorn'd Besides thy pardon and thy countries freedom what favours hath her Grace conferr'd on thee young For. More then my pardon and the meed propos'd to grace the rest she styl'd me with the order of Knighthood and for the service of my country with promise of employments of more weight the Pirats were committed to the Marshalseas condemn'd already and this day to dye and now as part of my neglected dutie it rests I visit that fair Gentlewoman to whom I stand indebted for my life that necessary duty once perform'd out of my present fortunes to distribute some present comfort to my Sisters wants old For. A grateful friend thou art a kind dear brother and a most loving son Enter Philip Susan Merchant Anne Phil. Sir more then all these fortunes now befaln me a fate midst all disaster unexpected my noble brothers late success at sea hath fild me with a surplusage of joy nor am I least of all endear'd to you to be the first reporter Mer. 'T is most true and I the man that in the most distress had first share of his bounty Anne Of his goodness we have had sufficient tast already but to be made more happy in his sight would plenally rejoyce us Sus. It would prove like surfet after sweet meats young For. See all my friends but first let me salute her to whom I am most bouud Sus. My most dear father old For. My blessings meeting with a husbands love make thy yeares long and happy Anne You are most grateful and much beyond my merit Sus. O spare me Sir to fly into his arms that hath so long fled from me young For. My sweet Sister Phil. Bar me not all the best fruition of what in part you have tasted Sir I am one amongst the rest that love you young For. I take 't my Sisters husband unto me therefore one most intir'd Mer Sir the same and I though last in my acknowledgement yet first in due arrearage young For. You I know to be a worthy Merchant and my friend to whose next to your sisters curtesie I stand engag'd most for a forfeit life But he next to the powers divine above I ever must adore and now fair creature I dare more boldly look upon the face of your good man then when I saw you last Mer. And that 's some question young For. Wherefore hath that word struck you with sudden sadness Ann My husband Phil. He 's late dead and yet hath left her none of the poorest widdows young For. Dead did you say and I a Batchelor now on whom better or justlier can I confer my self then to be hers by whom I have my being and live to her that freely gave me life there is a providence that prompts too 't and I will give it motion Gentle Lady by you I am and what I am by you be then to me as I have stil'd you last a Lady heavens have made you my preserver to preserve me for your self loosing a husband who knows but you have sav'd