The Royal King and the Loyal Subject · chunk 14 of 39
Heywood, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1618] (Annals) romance · Unknown T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns typicality 0.82 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
An Host? where? which way march they? Mine Host of the house, see where he marches. Here take my cloak, what is't not Dinner-time? Are there no gallants come yet? Why Sir, do you mean to dine here today? Here do I mean to crunch, to munch, to eat, To feed, and be fat my fine Cullapolis. You must pardon me Sir, my house entertains none but Gentlemen; if you will stand at gate, when Dinner's done, I'll help you to some fragments. Sirrah, if your house be free for Gentlemen, it is fit for me; thou seest I keep my man, I've Crowns to spend with him that's bravest here: I'll keep my room in spite of Silks and Satins. I would I were well rid of this rugamuffin. How goes the day? It cannot yet be old, because I see no more gallants come. Mine Host, what's here? A tatterdemalion, that stays to sit at the Ordinary today. Dost know him? I did when he was flush, and had the Crowns; but since he grew poor, he is worn quite out of my remembrance. He is a decayed Captain, and his name is Bonvile. I would he would leave this place, and rank himself with his companions. Morrow Gentlemen. The morning's past, 'tis midday at the least. What is the room so empty? And please your Worships. Here's more by one than it can well receive. What Tatter's that that walks there? If he will not leave the room, kick him down stairs. There's ne'er a silken outside in this company That dares present a foot to do that office: I'll toss that heel a yard above his head That offers but a spurn. Can we not be private? I am a man like you perhaps well bred, Nor want I coin, for hark, my pocket's chink: I keep my man to attend me more perhaps, Than some can do that go in costlier Silk Are you so fearful of a ragged suit? They were first paid for ere they were put on; A man may question whether yours were so. Who kicks first, ha, come; have you mind to game? I'll cast, or set at thus much; will you card A rest for this? no? then let's to dinner: Come serve in meat. Mine Host, prithee put this fellow out of the room, And let him not drop his shoe-clouts here. 'sfoot dost thou mean we shall go lousy out of the house? If he will not go out by fair means, Send for a Constable. And send him to Bridewell Ordinary; whipping cheer is best for him. Nay pray sir leave my house, you see the Gentlemen will not endure your company. Mine Host, thou knewst me in my flourishing prime: I was the first brought custom to thine house, Most of my means I spent here to enrich thee; And to set thee up, I've cast down myself.
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An Host? where? which way march they? Mine Host of the house, see where he marches. Here take my cloake, what is't not Dinner-time? Are there no gallants come yet? Why Sir, doe you meane to dine here to day? Here doe I meane to cranch, to munch, to eate, To feed, and be fat my fine Cullapolis. You must pardon me Sir, my house intertaines none but Gentlemen; if you will stand at gate, when Dinner's done, I'le helpe you to some fragments. Sirrah, if your house be free for Gentlemen, it is fit for me; thou seest I keepe my man, I've Crownes to spend with him that's bravest here: I'le keepe my roome in spight of Silkes and Sattins. I would I were well rid of this ragge-muffin. How goes the day? It cannot yet be old, because I see no more gallants come. Mine Host, what's here? A Tatterdemalean, that stayes to sit at the Ordinary to day. Doest know him? I did when he was flush, and had the Crownes; but since he grew poore, he is worne quite out of my remembrance. He is a decay'd Captaine, and his name is Bonvile. I would he would leave this place, and ranke himselfe with his companions. Morrow Gentlemen. The morning's past, tis mid-day at the least. What is the roome so empty? And please your Worships. Here's more by one than it can well receive. What Tatter's that that walkes there? If he will not leave the roome, kicke him downe staires. There's ne're a silken outside in this company That dares present a foot to doe that office: I'le tosse that heele a yard above his head That offers but a spurne. Can we not be private? I am a man like you perhaps well bred, Nor want I coyne, for harke, my pockets chinke: I keepe my man to attend me more perhaps, Than some can doe that goe in costlier Silke Are you so fearefull of a ragged suite? They were first paid for e're they were put on; A man may question whether yours were so. Who kicks first, ha, come; have you minde to game? I'le cast, or set at thus much; will you card A rest for this? no? then let's to dinner: Come serve in meate. Mine Host, prithee put this fellow out of the room, And let him not drop his shooe-clouts here. Sfoot dost thou meane we shall goe louzie out of the house? If he will not goe out by faire meanes, Send for a Constable. And send him to Bridewell Ordinary; whipping cheere is best for him. Nay pray sir leave my house, you see the Gentlemen will not endure your company. Mine Host, thou knewst me in my flourishing prime: I was the first brought custome to thine house, Most of my meanes I spent here to enrich thee; And to set thee up, I've cast downe my selfe.