The Vow Breaker, or The Fair Maid of Clifton · chunk 32 of 36
Sampson, William · published 1636 · first performed or written 1625 [1625(?)-1636] (Annals) tragedy T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns typicality 0.74 · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Will he be drunk? Most swinelike, and then by the virtue of his good liquour he's able to convert any Brownistical sister. An excellent quality! Nay, in that mood, you shall have him, instead of presenting Pyramus, and Thisbe, personate Cato Censorious, and his three sons, only in one thing he's out, one of Cato's sons hanged himself, and that he refers to a dumb show; methinks he should hang himself for the jest's sake. As he did his Cat for killing a Mouse on Sunday, see! he has topped the cannikin already; now will he sing treason familiarly, being sober; ask him why he did it? in sincerity, it was not he, it was his drink. As it is in the painted cloth, in sincerity; good liquour quickens the spirit. When from the wars I do return, And at a cup of good Ale mourn. I le tell how Towns without fire we did burn, and is not that a wonder? That's more than the painted cloth! I'll tell how that my General, Entered the breach, and scaled the wall, And made the foremost battery of all, and is not that a wonder? Admirable! How that we went to take a Fort, And took it too in warlike sort I'll swear that a lie is a true report, and is not that a wonder? there's wonder in that, Io! How that we Soldiers, had true pay, And cloth, and vittles every day, And never a Captain ran away, and is not that a wonder? Nay, and but six days toth' week. Is there any man here desires to edify? I am in the humour of converting; I was converted in my drink, and so are most of my brethren; I'll stand while I am able, and then will go sleep on it. he's gone both ways; see the French Lords, & ours enter. On honourable terms we now embrace. If what we articled be full performed They are my Lord in each particular. And the French ready to depart the Town, By my halidom, they have feasted us. Not like to foes but friends, 'tis my wonder, That a besieged Town could yield such Cates, In such extremities, and exigents, Full forty several messes, yet not one, Either of fish or flesh, only one dish, Which was the daintiest, (a powdered horse) That, I took notice off. Large stomachs, and empty salad dishes Are the Frenchman's viands; his banquetings, Cloys not the stomach, but gives satiety, A fresh appetite; that makes the body Active, and full of generous fires, Full dishes are like potions unto them, I know not whether nicety or want; By my halidom; want, want, Give me the English chine, and that feeds men, And they that feed well, certainly will fight Unless some Wolf, or maw-worm be internate;
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Will he be drunke? Most swine-like, and then by the vertue of his good liquor hee's able to convert any Brownisticall sister. An excellent quality! Nay, in that moode, you shall have him, instead of presenting Piramus, and Thisbe, personate Cato Censorious, and his three sons, onely in one thing he's out, one of Cato's sons hang'd himselfe, and that he refer's to a dumbe show; Me thinks he should hang himselfe for the jest sake. As he did his Cat for killing a Mouse on Sunday, see! he has top'd the cannikin already; now will he sing treason familiarly, being sober; aske him why he did it? in sincerity, it was not he, it was his drinke. As it is in the painted cloath, in sincerity; good liquor quickens the spirit. When from the warrs I doe returne, And at a cup of good Ale mourne. I le tell how Townes without fire we did burne, and is not that a wonder? That's more then the painted cloath! I'le tell how that my Generall, Enter'd the breach, and scal'd the wall, And made the formost battery of all, and is not that a wonder? Admirable! How that we went to take a Fort, And tooke it too in warr-like sort I'le sweare that a ly is a true report, and is not that a wonder? Ther's wonder in that, Io! How that we Souldiers, had true pay, And cloath, and vit'les every day, And never a Captaine ran away, and is not that a wonder? Nay, and but sixe daies to'th weeke. Is there any man here desires to edyfie? I am in the humour of converting; I was converted in my drinke, and so are most of my bretheren; I'le stand while I am able, and then will goe sleepe on it. Hee's gone both waies; see the French Lords, & our's enter. On honorable tearmes we now embrace. If what we articl'd be full perform'd They are my Lord in each particular. And the French ready to depart the Towne, By my Hollidam, they have feasted us. Not like to foes but friends, 'tis my wonder, That a beseiged Towne could yeild such Cates, In such extremities, and exigents, Full forty severall messes, yet not one, Eyther of fish or flesh, onely one dish, Which was the daintiest, (a powder'd horse) That, I tooke notice off. Large stomacks, and empty sallet dishes Are the French-mans viandes; his banquetings, Cloyes not the stomacke, but gives satiety, A fresh appetite; that makes the body Active, and full of generous fires, Full dishes are like potions unto them, I know not whether nicety or want; By my Hollidam; want, want, Give me the English chine, and that feedes men, And they that feede well, certainly will fight Vnlesse some Woolfe, or maw-Worme be internate;