Edwards, Richard · published 1571 · first performed or written 1564 [1564-1568] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Go thy way: father Grim, gaily well you do say, It is but youngman's folly that list to play: And mask a while in the net of their own device, When they come to your age, they will be wise. Bum troth, but few such roisters come to my years at this day, They be cut off be times, or they have gone halfe their journey: I will not tell why, let them guess that can, I mean somewhat thereby Father Grim, because you are stirring so early, I have brought you a bowl of wine to make you merry. Wine, marry, that is welcome to Colliers, chill swapped of by & by Chwas stirring so early that my very soul is dry. This is stoutly done, will you have it warmed father Grim. Not, it is warm enough: it is very loustous and trim, 'tis Musselden ich ween, of fellowship let me have an other spurt, Ich can drink as easily now, as if I sat in my shirt. By cock and you shall have it, but I will begin and that anon It bitten avow mon companion. Ihar vow pledge petty Zawne, Can you speak French? here is a trim collier by this day. What man? iche learned this when ich was a Soldier, When ich was a lusty fellow, and could yark a whip trimly, Better than these boy Colliers that come to the Court daily: When there were not so many captious fellows as now, That would toruppe men for every trifell. I wots not how: As there was one Damon, not long since, taken for a Spy, How justly I know not, but he was condemned to die. This Wine hath warmed him, this comes well to pass, We shall know all now, for in VINO VERITAS, Father Grim, who accused this Damon to King Dionysius? A vengeance take him, 'twas a gentleman, one Master Crowsphus. Crowsphus, you clip the kings language, you would have said Carisophus But I perceive now, either the wind is at the South, Or else your tongue cleaneth to the roof of your mouth. A murian take thick Wine, it so intoxicate my brain, That to be hanged by and by, I cannot speak plain. You speak knavishly plain, seeing my master you do mock, In faith ere you go, I will make you a lobbe cecke: Father Grim, what say they of this Damon abroad? All men are sorry for him, so help me God. They say a false knave cused him to the King wrongfully, And he is gone, and should be here to morrow to die, Or else his fellow which is in prison, his room shall supply: I'll not be his half for vortie shillings, I tell you plain, I think Damon be to wise to return again. Will no man speak for them in this woeful case.
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Go thy way: father Grimme, gayly well you doo say, It is but youngmens folly that liste to playe: And maske a whyle in the net of their owne deuise, When they come to your age, they wyll be wyse. Bum troth, but few such roysters come to my yeares at this day, They be cut off be times, or they haue gone halfe their iourney: I wyll not tell why, let them gesse that can, I meane somwhat thereb Father Grimme, because you are sturring so early, I haue brought you a boule of wyne to make you mery. Wyne, mary, that is welcome to Colliers, chyl swapt of by & by Chwas sturringe so early that my very soule is drye. This is stoutely done, wyll you haue it warmed father Grimme. No, it is warme enough: it is very loustous and trimme, Tis Musselden ich wéene, of fellowship let me haue an other spurt, Ich can drinke as easly now, as if I sate in my shurte. By cocke and you shall haue it, but I wyll beginne and that anon It bit avow mon companion. Ihar vow pleadge pety Zawne, Can you speake Frenche? here is a trimme colier by this day. What man? iche learned this when ich was a Souldier, When ich was a lusty fellow, and could yarke a whip trimly, Better then these boy Coliers that come to the Courte daily: When there were not so many captious fellowes as now, That would toruppe men for euery trifell. I wot not how: As there was one Damon, not longe since, taken for a Spie, How iustly I know not, but he was condemned to die. This Wine hath warmed him, this comes well to pas, We shall know all now, for in VINO VERITAS, Father Grimme, who accused this Damon to Kinge Dionisius? A vengaunce take him, twas a gentleman, one Maister Crowsphus. Crowsphus, you clippe the Kinges language, you would haue said Carisophus But I perceue now, either the winde is at the South, Or els your tounge cleaneth to the roofe of your mouth. A murian take thik Wine, it so inticate my braine, That to be hanged by and by, I cannot speake plaine. You speake knauishly playne, seinge my master you doo mocke, In faith ere you go, I wyll make you a lobbe cecke: Father Grimme, what say they of this Damon abrode? All men are sorie for him, so helpe me God. They say a false knaue cused him to the King wrongfully, And he is gone, and should be here to morow to die, Or els his fellow which is in prison, his rowme shall supplie: Chil not be his halfe for vortie shillinges, I tell you playne, I thinke Damon be to we to returne agayne. Wyll no man speake for them in this wofull case.