Rowley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1609] (Annals) romance · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Statutes are strong, Master, therefore we should have strong drink: I had rather wear Lace by the Statute, than drink if it be small. Good drink in thy throat if thou speak'st in earnest: But Ralph, what price bears Ballets? no Music in Feversham? Faith sir your statute Beer has taken my pipe A hole too low, it cannot reach Ela. I'll have that fault mended boy, but we must drink strong drink, as we show our Religion, privately. 'Tis dangerous to be good Christians now a days. I am afraid there will be too many Christians sir, Because many use to go a Pilgrimage Barefoot; And that's an ill wind for our profit. No more talk of ill winds Barnaby, we'll sing away sorrow Strike up Ralph, I'll wash thy whistle anon boy. Well sir, I'll scour it first if I can then, Brother, here's a life to mock at state, and stain her surly Greatness: who would venture to walk upon the Icy path Of Royalty, that here might find a footing so secure: here's harmony indeed, a fearless sport, A joy our young years seld, has at Court. I Brother, would we were of this Fellowship. Dost think we could forget our former ease And fall to labour? Why not? that was not without troubles of the mind, And methinks to exchange for the Body's labour, were a far Freer good; to sing with homely cheer, Were sweeter far than to feed fat with fear. we'll put it then in practice, heaven grant we may Find entertainment: good speed unto your labours Gentlemen. Gentlemen, we are good fellows no Gent. yet if gentleness Make Gentility we are Gentlemen: My pretty youths, Would you ought with us you speak so friendly? No more than we shall deserve sir. And you are worthy of that i'faith. Sir, we are youths whom the rough hand of War hath ruined, And made desolate, our friends and means are parted from us, Our friend's in Heaven, our means within the gripe of enemies Both in accessible thus much we are, Fatherless, friendless; Succourless and forlorn, what we may be, lies yet within The grant of some kind Master, that may instruct us in Some honest Trade, to get our living by. Pretty spoken youths by Saint Anthony, How dost thou like them Sisly? Yes truly husband, if they will do as well as they say, I like 'em very well; good faces as faces goes nowadays, Prithee sweet heart be kind to 'em, and entertain 'em If they like our Trade. Oh good Master entertain 'em, we want junior prentices For under work. Do sir, keep good faces in your shop? 'twill draw the Custom of pretty wenches the better. housekeeping's chargeable, men must have good meat. They will work and earn their meat I'll warrant ye. What are ye, Brethren? In love and nature sir, the nearest Brethren. 'tis pity they should be parted then, if they love so well.
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Statutes are strong, Master, therefore we should have strong drinke: I had rather weare Lace by the Statute, than drinke if it be small. Good drinke in thy throat if thou speak'st in earnest: But Ralph, what price beares Ballets? no Musicke in Feversham? Faith sir your statute Beere has taken my pipe A hole too low, it cannot reach Ela. Ile have that fault mended boy, but we must drink strong drinke, as we shew our Religion, privately. 'Tis dangerous to be good Christians now a daies. I am afraide there will be too many Christians sir, Because many use to goe a Pilgrimage Bare-foot; And that's an ill wind for our profit. No more talke of ill winds Barnaby, weele sing away sorrow Strike up Ralph, Ile wash thy whistle anon boy. Well sir, Ile scoure it first if I can then, Brother, heer's a life to mocke at state, and staine her surly Greatnesse: who would venture to walke upon the Icy path Of Royalty, that here might find a footing so secure: Heer's harmony indeed, a fearelesse sport, A joy our young yeares seld, has at Court. I Brother, would we were of this Fellowship. Dost thinke we could forget our former ease And fall to labour? Why not? that was not without troubles of the mind, And methinkes to exchange for the bodies labour, were a farre Freer good; to sing with homely cheere, Were sweeter farre then to feede fat with feare. Weele put it then in practice, heaven grant we may Find entertainement: good speede unto your labours Gentlemen. Gentlemen, we are good fellowes no Gent. yet if gentlenes Make Gentility we are Gentlemen: My pretty youths, Would you ought with us you speake so friendly? No more then we shall deserve sir. And you are worthy of that ifaith. Sir, wee are youths whom the rough hand of Warre hath ruin'd, And made desolate, our friends and meanes are parted from us, Our friend's in Heaven, our meanes within the gripe of enemies Both in accessuble thus much we are, Fatherlesse, friendlesse; Succourlesse and forlorne, what we may be, lyes yet within The grant of some kind Master, that may instruct us in Some honest Trade, to get our living by. Pretty spoken youths by Saint Anthony, How dost thou like them Sisly? Yes truely husband, if they will doe as well as they say, I like 'em very well; good faces as faces goes now a dayes, Prethee sweet heart be kind to 'em, and entertaine 'em If they like our Trade. Oh good Master entertaine 'em, we want junior prentises For under worke. Doe sir, keepe good faces in your shop? Twill draw the Custome of pretty wenches the better. House-keeping's chargeable, men must have good meat. They will worke and earne their meat Ile warrant yee. What are yee, Bretheren? In love and nature sir, the neerest Bretheren. Tis pitty they should be parted then, if they love so well.