Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1634 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1614] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Is— now comes in, which being glued together Makes Morris, and the cause that we came hither. The body of our sport of no small study I first appear, though rude, and raw, and muddy, To speak before thy noble grace, this tenner: At whose great feet I offer up my penner. The next the Lord of May, and Lady bright, The Chambermaid, and Servingman by night That seek out silent hanging: Then mine Host And his fat Spouse, that welcomes to their cost The gauled Traveller, and with a beckoning Informs the Tapster to inflame the reckoning: Then the beast eating Clown, and next the fool, The Bavian with long tail, and eke long tool, Cum multis alijs that make a dance, Say I, and all shall presently advance. ay, I by any means, dear Domine. Produce. Intrate filij, Come forth, and foot it, Ladies, if we have been merry And have pleased thee with a derry, And a , a Say the Schoolemaster's no Clown: Duke, if we have pleased three too And have done as good Boys should do, Give us but a tree or twain For a Maypole, and again Ere another year run out, we'll make thee laugh and all this rout. Take 20. Domine; how does my sweet heart. Never so pleased Sir. 'twas an excellent dance, and for a preface I never heard a better. Schoolmaster, I thank you, One see'em all rewarded. And here's something to paint your Pole withal. Now to our sports again. May the Stag thou huntst stand long, And thy dogs be swift and strong: May they kill him without lets, And the Ladies ate his dowsts: Come we are all de. Dij Deaque omnes, ye have danced rarely wenches. About this hour my Cosen gave his faith To visit me again, and with him bring Two Swords, and two good Armours; if he fail He's neither man, nor Soldier; when he left me I did not think a week could have restored My lost strength to me, I was grown so low, And Crest-fallen with my wants: I thank thee Arcite, Thou art yet a fair Foe; and I feel myself With this refreshing, able once again To out dure danger: To delay it longer Would make the world think when it comes to hearing, That I lay fatting like a Swine, to fight And not a Soldier: Therefore this blessed morning Shall be the last; and that Sword he refuses, If it but hold, I kill him with; 'tis justice: So love, and Fortune for me: O good morrow. Good morrow noble kinsman, I have put you To too much pains Sir. That too much fair Cosen. Is but a debt to honour, and my duty. Would you were so in all Sir; I could wish ye As kind a kinsman, as you force me find A beneficial foe, that my embraces Might thank ye, not my blows.
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Is — now comes in, which being glewd together Makes Morris, and the cause that we came ether. The body of our sport of no small study I first appeare, though rude, and raw, and muddy, To speake before thy noble grace, this teer: At whose great feete I offer up y penner. The next the Lord of May, and Lady bright, The Chambermaid, and Servingman by night That seeke out silt ging: Then mine Host And his fat Spowse, that welcomes to their cost The gauled Traveller, and with a beckning Informes the Tapster to inflame the reckning: Then the beast eating Clowne, and next the foole, The Bavian with long tayle, and eke long , Cummultis aliijs that make a dance, Say I, and all shall presently advance. I, I by any meas, deere Domine. Produce. , Come forth, and foot it, Ladies, if we have beene erry And have pleasd thee with a derry, And a , a Say the Schoolemaster's no Clowne: Duke, if we have pleasd three And have done as good Boyes should doe, Give us but a tree or twaine For a Maypole, and againe Ere another yeare run out, Wee'l make thee laugh and all this . Take 20. Dmine; how does my sweet heart. Never so pleasd Sir. Twas an excellent dance, and for a preface I never heard a better. Schoolemaster, I thanke yo, One see' all rewarded. And heer's something to paint your Pole withall. Now to our sports againe. May the Stag thou stand long, And thy dogs be swift and strong: May they kill him withoutlets, And the Ladies ate his dowsts: Come we are all de. Dij Dea que omnes, ye have danc'd rarely wenches. About this houre my Cosen gave his faith To visit me againe, and with him bring Two Swords, and two good Armors; if he faile He's neither man, nor Souldier; when he left I did not thinke a weeke could have restord My lost strength to me, I was growne so low, And Crest-falne with my wants: I thanke thee Arcite, Thou art yet a faire Foe; and I feele my selfe With this refreshing, able once againe To out dure danger: To delay it longer Would make the world think when it comes to hearing, That I lay fatting like a Swine, to fight And not a Souldier: Therefore this blest morning Shall be the last; and that Sword he refuses, If it but hold, I kill him with; tis Iustice: So love, and Fortune for me: O good morrow. Good morrow noble kinesman, I have put you To too much paines Sir. That too much faire Cosen. Is but a debt to honour, and my duty. Would you were so in all Sir; I could wish ye As kinde a kinsman, as you force me finde A beneficiall foe, that my embraces Might thanke ye, not my blowes.