Heywood, Thomas / Brome, Richard · published 1634 · first performed or written 1634 (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns typicality 0.83 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
I could say sir, that you might have the better opinion of the Wine, for there are a great many palates in the Kingdom that can relish no Wine, unless it be of such a Tavern, and drawn by such a Drawer— I said, and I say again, if I were within ten mile of London, I durst swear that this was Mitre Wine, and drawn by honest Jack Pain. Nay then sir I swore, and I swear again, honest Iack Pain drew it. Ha, ha, ha, if I could believe there were such a thing as Witchcraft, I should think this slave were bewitched now with an opinion. Much good do you sir, your Wine and your mirth, and my place for your next Groom, I desire not to stay to be laughed out of my opinion. Nay be not angry Robin, we must not part so, and how does my honest Drawer? ha, ha, ha; and what news at London, Robin? ha, ha, ha; but your stay was so short I think you could hear none, and such your haste home that you could make none: is't not so Robin? ha, ha, ha, what a strange fancy has good Wine begot in his head? Now will I push him over and over with a piece of paper: Yes sir, I have brought you something from London. Come on, now let me hear. Your honest Drawer sir, considering that you considered him well for his good wine— What shall we hear now? Was very careful to keep or convey this paper to you, which it seems you dropped in the room there. Bless me! this paper belongs to me indeed, 'tis an acquittance, and all I have to show for the payment of one hundred pound, I took great care for't, and could not imagine where or how I might lose it, but why may not this be a trick? this Knave may find it when I lost it, and conceal it till now to come over me withal. I will not trouble my thoughts with it further at this time, well Robin look to your business, and have a care of my Gelding. Yes Sir. I think I have nettled him now, but not as I was nettled last night, three hundred Miles a Night upon a Rawboned Devil, as in my heart it was a Devil, and then a Wench that shared more o' my back then the said Devil did o' my Bum, this is rank riding my Masters: but why had I such an itch to tell my Master of it, and that he should believe it; I do now wish that I had not told, and that he will not believe it, for I dare not tell him the means: 'Sfoot my Wench and her friends the Fiends, will tear me to pieces if I discover her; a notable rogue, she's at the Wedding now, for as good a Maid as the best o'em— O my Mistress.
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I could say sir, that you might have the better opinion of the Wine, for there are a great many pallats in the Kingdome that can relish no Wine, unlesse be of such a Taverne, and drawne by such a Drawer— I sayd, and I say againe, if I were within ten mile of London, I durst sweare that this was Myter Wine, and drawn by honest Iacke Paine. Nay then sir I swore, and I sweare again, honest Iack Paine drew it. Ha, ha, ha, if I coo'd beleeve there were such a thing as Witchcraft, I should thinke this slave were bewitch'd now with an opinion. Much good doe you sir, your Wine and your mirth, and my place for your next Groome, I desire not to stay to be laught out of my opinion. Nay be not angry Robin, we must not part so, and how does my honest Drawer? ha, ha, ha; and what newes at London, Robin? ha, ha, ha; but your stay was so short I think you coo'd heare none, and such your haste home that you coo'd make none: is't not so Robin? ha, ha, ha, what a strange fancy has good Wine begot in his head? Now will I push him over and over with a peece of paper: Yes sir, I have brought you something from London. Come on, now let me heare. Your honest Drawer sir, considering that you consider'd him well for his good wine— VVhat shall we heare now? VVas very carefull to keepe or convay this paper to you, which it seemes you dropt in the roome there. Blesse me! this paper belongs to me indeed, 'tis an acquittance, and all I have to show for the payment of one hundred pound, I tooke great care for't, and coo'd not imagine where or how I might loose it, but why may not this bee a tricke? this Knave may finde it when I lost it, and conceale it till now to come over me withall. I will not trouble my thoughts with it further at this time, well Robin looke to your businesse, and have a care of my Guelding. Yes Sir. I think I have netled him now, but not as I was netled last night, three hundred Miles a Night upon a Rawbon'd Divell, as in my heart it was a Divell, and then a VVench that shar'd more o' my backe then the sayd Divell did o' my Bum, this is ranke riding my Masters: but why had I such an itch to tell my Master of it, and that he should beleeve it; I doe now wish that I had not told, and that hee will not beleeve it, for I dare not tell him the meanes: 'Sfoot my Wench and her friends the Fiends, will teare me to pieces if I discover her; a notable rogue, she's at the VVedding now, for as good a Mayd as the best o'em—O my Mistresse.