Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1637 · first performed or written 1625(?) (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns typicality 0.82 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
It is enough, my best care shall attend ye. Are you come old Master? very good, your horse Is well set up, but ere ye part; I'll ride you And spur your reverend Justiceship such a question, As I shall make the sides o'your reputation bleed, Truly I will. Now must I play at Bopeep— A banquet— well, Potatoes and Eringoes, And as I take it, Cantharides,— Excellent, A priapism follows, and as I'll handle it, It shall old lecherous Goat in authority. Now they begin to bill; how he slavers her. Gramercy Lily, she spits his kisses out, And now he offers to fumble she falls off, (That's a good Wench) and cries fair play above board. Who are they in the corner? As I live, A covey of Fiddlers; I shall have some music yet At my making free o'th' Company of Horners; There's the comfort, and a song too! He beckons for one— Sure 'tis no Anthem nor no borrowed rhymes Out of the School of virtue; I will listen— This was never penned at Geneva, the note's too sprightly. So, so, the music's paid for, and now what follows? O that Monsieur Miramont would but keep his word, Here were a feast to make him fat with laughter, At the most 'tis not six minutes riding from his house, Nor will he break I hope— O are you come Sir? The prey is in the net and will break in Upon occasion. Thou shalt rule me Andrew. O th' infinite fright that will assail this Gentleman! The quarterns, tertians, and quotidians That will hang like Sergeants on his worship's shoulders! The humiliation of the flesh of this man! This grave austere man will be wondered at. How will those solemn looks appear to me, And that severe face, that spoke chains and shackles? Now I take him in the nick, ere I done with him, He had better have stood between two panes of wainscot And made his recantation in the market, Than hear me conjure him. He must pass this way, To th' only bed I have, he comes, stand close. Well done, well done, give me my nightcap. So, Quick, quick, untruss me; I will truss and trounce thee; Come Wench a kiss between each point; kiss close; It is a sweet Parenthesis. Y'are merry Sir. Merry I will be anon, and thou shalt feel it, Thou shalt my Lily Shall I air your bed, Sir? No, no, I'll use no warming pan but thine, Girl; That's all; Come kiss me again. Ha' ye done yet? No, but I will do, and do wonders, Lily. Show me the way. You cannot miss it, Sir; You shall have a caudle in the morning, for Your worship's breakfast. How, i'th' morning Lily? thouart such a witty thing to draw me on. Leave fooling, Lily, I am hungry now, And thouhast another Kickshaw, I must taste it.
seed 43: T27 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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It is enough, my best care shall attend ye. Are you come old Master? very good, your horse Is well set up, but ere ye part; Ile ride you And spurre your reverend Justiceship such a question, As I shall make the sides o'your reputation bleed, Truely I will. Now must I play at Bo-peepe— A banquet—well, Potatoes and Eringoes, And as I take it, Cantharides,—Excellent, A priapisme followes, and as Ile handle it, It shall old lecherous Goate in authority. Now they beginne to bill; how he slavers her. Gramercy Lilly, she spits his kisses out, And now he offers to fumble she falles off, (That's a good Wench) and cries faire play above boord. Who are they in the corner? As I live, A covey of Fidlers; I shall have some musicke yet At my making free oth' Company of Horners; There's the comfort, and a song too! He beckons for one— Sure 'tis no Anthem nor no borrowed rhymes Out of the Schoole of vertue; I will listen— This was never penn'd at Geneva, the note's too spritely. So, so, the musicke's paid for, and now what followes? O that Monsieur Miramont would but keepe his word, Here were a feast to make him fat with laughter, At the most 'tis not sixe minutes riding from his house, Nor will he breake I hope—O are you come Sir? The prey is in the net and will breake in Upon occasion. Thou shalt rule me Andrew. O th' infinite fright that will assae this Gentleman! The quarterns, tertians, and quotidians That will hang like Sergeants on his worships shoulders! The humiliation of the flesh of this man! This grave austere man will be wondred at. How will those solemne lookes appeare to me, And that severe face, that spake chaines and shackles? Now I take him in the nicke, ere I' done with him, He had better have stood betweene two panes of wainscot And made his recantation in the market, Than heare me conjure him. He must passe this way, To th' onely bed I have, he comes, stand close. Well done, well done, give me my nightcap. So, Quicke, quicke, untrusse me; I will trusse and trounce thee; Come Wench a kisse betweene each point; kisse close; It is a sweet Parenthesis. Y'are merry Sir. Merry I will be anon, and thou shalt feele it, Thou shalt my Lilly Shall I aire your bed, Sir? No, no, Ile use no warming pan but thine, Girle; That's all; Come kisse me againe. Ha' ye done yet? No, but I will doe, and doe wonders, Lilly. Shew me the way. You cannot misse it, Sir; You shall have a Cawdle in the morning, for Your worships breakfast. How, ith' morning Lilly? Th'art such a witty thing to draw me on. Leave fooling, Lilly, I am hungry now, And th'hast another Kckshaw, I must taste it.