Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1634 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1614] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns typicality 0.72 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Nothing, Our business is become a nullity Yea, and a woeful, and a piteous nullity. Now when the credit of our Town lay on it, Now to be frampold, now to piss o'th' nettle, Go thy ways, i'll remember thee, i'll fit thee, The George allow, came from the South, from The coast of Barbary a. And there he met with brave gallants of war By one, by two, by three, a Well hailed well hailed, you jolly gallants, And whither now are you bound a O let me have your company till come to the sound a There was three fools, fell out about an owlet The one said it was an owl The other he said nay, The third he said it was a hawk, and her bells were cut away. there's a dainty mad woman Mr. comes i'th' Nick as mad as a march hare: if we can get her dance, we are made again: I warrant her, she'll do the rarest gambols. A mad woman? we are made Boys. And are you mad good woman? I would be sorry else, Give me your hand. Why? I can tell your fortune. You are a fool: tell ten, I have pozd him: Buzz Friend you must eat no white bread, if you do Your teeth will bleed extremely, shall we dance ho? I know you, you're a Tinker: Sirrah Tinker Stop no more holes, but what you should. Dij boni. A Tinker Damsel? Or a Conjurer: raise me a devil now, and let him play o'th' bells and bones. Go take her, and fluently persuade her to a peace: Et opus exegi, quod nec Iouis ira, nec ignis. Strike up, and lead her in. Come lass, le's trip it. I'll lead: Do, do. Perswasively, and cunningly: away boys, I hear the horns: give me some Meditation, and marke your Cuo: Pallas inspire me. This way the Stag took. Stay, and edify. What have we here? Some Country sport, upon my life Sir. Well Sir, go forward, we will edify. Ladies sit down, we'll stay it. Thou doughty Duke all hail: all hail sweet Ladies. This is a cold beginning. If you but favour; our Country pastime made is, We are a few of those collected here That ruder Tongues distinguish villager, And to say verity, and not to fable; We are a merry rout, or else a rabble Or company, or by a figure, Choris That fore thy dignity will dance a Morris. And I that am the rectifier of all By title Pedagogus, that let fall The Birch upon the breeches of the small ones, And humble with a Ferula the tall ones, Do here present this Machine, or this frame, And dainty Duke, whose doughty dismal fame From Dis to Dedalus, from post to pillar Is blown abroad; help me thy poor well willer, And with thy twinckling eyes, look right and straight Upon this mighty Morr— of mickle weight
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Nothing, Our busines is become a nullity Yea, and a woefull, and a pittious nullity. Now when the credite of our Towne lay on it, Now to be frampall, now to pisse o'th nettle, Goe thy waies, ile remember thee, ile fit thee, The George alow, came from the South, from The coast of Barbary a. And there he met with brave gallants of war By one, by two, by three, a Well haild well haild, you jolly gallants, And whither now are you bound a O let me have your company till come to the sound a There was three fooles, fell out about an howles The one sed it was an owle The other he sed nay, The third he sedit was a hawke, and her bels wer cut away. Ther's a dainty mad woman Mr. comes i'th Nick as mad as a march hare: if wee can get her daunce, wee are made againe: I warrant her, shee'l doe the rarest gambols. A mad woman? we are made Boyes. And are you mad good woman? I would be sorry else, Give me your hand. Why? I can tell your fortune. You are a foole: rell ten, I have pozd him: Buz Friend you must eate no white bread, if you doe Your teeth will bleede extreamely, shall we dance ho? I know you, y'a a Tinker: Sirha Tinker Stop no more holes, but what you should. Dij boni. A Tinker Damzell? Or a Conjurer: raise me a devill now, and let him play o'th bels and bones. Goe take her, and fluently perswade her to a peace: Et opus exegi, quod nec ira, ignis. Strike up, and leade her in. Come Lasle, lets trip it. Ile leade: Doe, doe. Perswasively, and cunningly: away boyes, I heare the hornes: give me some Meditation, and marke your Cuo: Pallas inspire me. This way the Stag tooke. Stay, and edisie. What have we here? Some Countrey sport, upon my life Sir. Well Sir, goe forward, we will . Ladies sit downe, wee'l . Thou doughtie Duke all haile: ll haile sweet Ladies. This is a cold beginning. If you but favour; our Country pastime made is, We are a few of those collected here That ruder Tongues distinguish villager, And to say veritie, and not to fable; We are a merry rout, or else a rable Or company, or by a figure, Choris That fore thy dignitie will dance a Morris. And I that am the rectifier of all By title Pedagogus, that let fall The Birch upon the breeches of the small ones, And humble with a the tall ones, Doe here present this Machine, or this frae, And daintie Duke, whose doughtie disall fame From Dis to Dedal, from post to pillar Is blowne abroad; helpe me thy poore well willer, And with thy twincing eyes, looke right and straight Vpon this mighty — of mickle waight