Heywood, Thomas / Brome, Richard · published 1634 · first performed or written 1634 (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Whoop, whir, here's a stir, never a cat, never a cur, but that we must have this demur. A second course. Pull, and pull hard For all that hath lately been prepared For the great wedding feast. As chief. Of Doughtyes sirloin of roast Beef. Ha, ha, ha. 'Tis come, 'tis come. Where hath it all this while been? Some Delay hath kept it, now 'tis here, For bottles next of wine and beer, The Merchant's cellars they shall pay for't. Well, What sod or roast meat more, pray tell. Pull for the Poultry, Foul, & Fish, For empty shall not be a dish. A pox take them, must only they feed upon hot meat, and I upon nothing but cold salads This meat is tedious, now some Fairy, Fetch what belongs unto the Dairy. That's Butter, Milk, Whey, Curds and Cheese, we nothing by the bargain lose. Ha, ha, ha. Boy, there's meat for you. Thank you. And drink too. What Beast was by thee hither rid? A Badger nab. And I bestrid A Porcupine that never pricked. The dull sides of a Bear I kicked. I know how you rid Lady Nan, Ha, ha, ha, upon the knave my man. A murrain take you, I am sure my hooves paid for't. Meat lie there, for thou hast no taste, and drink there, for thou hast no relish, for in neither of them is there either salt or savour. Pull for the posset, pull. The Bride's posset on my life, nay if they come to their spoon meat once, I hope they'll break up their feast presently. So those that are our waiters near, Take hence this Wedding cheer. We will be lively all, and make this barn our hall. You our familiars, come. In speech let all be dumb, And to close up our Feast, To welcome every guest A merry round let's dance. Some Music then i'th' air Whilst thus by pair and pair, We nimbly foot it; strike. We are obeyed. And we hell's ministers shall lend our aid. Now whilst they are in their jollity, and do not mind me, i'll steal away, and shift for myself, though I lose my life for't. Enough, enough, now part, To see the brides vexed heart, The bridegrooms too and all, That vomit up their gall For lack o'th' wedding cheer. But stay, where's the Boy, look out, if he escape us, we are all betrayed. No following further, yonder horsemen come, In vain is our pursuit, let's break up court. Where shall we next met? At Mill. But when? At Night. To horse, to horse. Where's my Mamilian. And my Incubus. My Tiger to bestride. My Puggy. My horse. Away, away, The night we have Feasted, now comes on the day. Come sirrah, stoop your head like a tame jade, Whilst I put on your Bridle. I pray Mistress ride me as you would be rid. That's at full speed,
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Whoope, whurre, heres a sturre, never a cat, never a curre, but that we must have this demurre. A second course. Pull, and pull hard For all that hath lately bin prepar'd For the great wedding feast. As chiefe. Of Doughtyes Surloine of rost Beefe. Ha, ha, ha. 'Tis come, 'tis come. Where hath it all this while beene? Some Delay hath kept it, now 'tis here, For bottles next of wine and beere, The Merchants cellers they shall pay fo't. Well, What sod or rost meat more, pray tell. Pul for the Poultry, Foule, & Fish, For emptie shall not be a dish. A pox take them, must only they feed upon hot meat, and I upon nothing but cold sallads This meat is tedious, now some Farie, Fetch what belongs unto the Dairie. Thats Butter, Milk, Whey, Curds and Cheese, Wee nothing by the bargaine leese. Ha, ha, ha. Boy, theres meat for you. Thanke you. And drinke too. What Beast was by thee hither rid? A Badger nab. And I bestrid A Porcupine that never prickt. The dull sides of a Beare I kickt. I know how you rid Lady Nan, Ha, ha, ha, upon the knave my man. A murrein take you, I am sure my hoofes payd for't. Meat lie there, for thou hast no taste, and drinke there, for thou hast no relish, for in neither of them is there either salt or savour. Pull for the posset, pull. The brides posset on my life, nay if they come to their spoone meat once, I hope theil breake up their feast presently. So those that are our waiters nere, Take hence this Wedding cheere. We will be lively all, and make this barn our hall. You our Familiers, come. In speech let all be dumbe, And to close up our Feast, To welcome every gest A merry round let's daunce. Some Musicke then ith aire Whilest thus by paire and paire, We nimbly foot it; strike. We are obeyd. And we hels ministers shall lend our aid. Now whilest they are in their jollitie, and do not mind me, ile steale away, and shift for my selfe, though I lose my life for't. Enough, enough, now patt, To see the brides vext heart, The bridegroomes too and all, That vomit up their gall For lacke o'th wedding chere. But stay, wheres the Boy, looke out, if he escape us, we are all betrayed. No following further, yonder horsemen come, In vaine is our pursuit, let's breake up court. Where shall we next met? At Mil ▪ But when? At Night. To horse, to horse. VVhere's my Mamilian. And my Incubus. My Tyger to bestri'd. My Puggie. My horse. Away, away, The night we have Feasted, now comes on the day. Come sirrah, stoope your head like a tame jade, VVhil'st I put on your Bridle. I pray Mistresse ride me as you would be rid. That's at full speed,