Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1638 (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) (?); King's Revels Company (?) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Cakes two shillings. Ale as much. A quart of mortified Claret eight pence. stewed prunes twelve pence. They were dear. Truly, they cost a penny the pound of the one-handed Costermonger, out of his wife's fish-basket. A quart of Cream, twelvepence. That's too excessive. Not if you consider how many carrier's eggs miscarried in the making of it; and the charge of icing-glass and other ingredients to cremify the sour milk. All this is but a Noble. Pray mark me sir, I'll make it more. Twelvepence Sugar. You had bread sir. And we had drink sir. 'Tis granted sir. A pound of sausages, and other things, nine shillings and threepence. Our Bar never errs. I'll talk with your Mistress. You know my meaning Robin. Oh the extortion of Tottenham-Court! No matter Wife: kind Mr. Changelove will pay for all. Ha! where is he? Gone Sir. Then give me my Cloak. The reckoning first Sir. How! must Tailors pay Gallants reckonings? Sure husband, he intends this a satisfaction for his beating. Have you such tricks? No great matter: 'tis but adding it to his bill in my debt-book, and presently arresting him with a fat Martialist. Here sirrah. Y'are welcome Sir. Some profit comes from hence: I have o'er-reckoned one and twenty-pence. A Heavy burden I assure you Sir. That's strange: a light Wench, and feathers. You say true Sir; 'tis enough to break a man's back. His mistake hits upon truth. Rest thee Porter. Oh this plots quaintness: witty luxury, How it acutes invention, and makes pregnant Even barren faculties to beget new issues Of rare conceit. But my credulity Was rash and sudden. If she hath abused it, And mocked my hopes of pleasure, what revenge Can give me satisfaction? Here's the key, Though late these doubts arise, I greatly long To have mine eye resolve them. Company, Forbear a little then, and rest thee Porter. 'Tis a fair circumstance, and may confirm My first suspicion. Where found you the Horses? In the high way near yonder houses. The place is called Tottenham-court. Our intelligence hath something Landlord. What's That? The truth is being weary— Old men Landlord, old men. Labour agrees worse with us then wrangling with a lean Parson that hath a fat Benefice. Pray' interrupt him not: Forwards Neighbour. At a house yonder we prevailed to be let in: where the little time that remained till morning we slept soundly. And dreamed we were in Cranborne Church at a drowsy Sermon. On good Neighbour. Day no sooner peeped, but noise waked us. The house was presently full of Gallants with Music, and to dancing they went. We asked the reason, they of the house told us 'twas customary for Gentlemen to have early revels and rendezvous there. At length we heard one speak of a Gentlewoman in a satin gown: which we conceiving to be Mistress Bellamie, made haste to London to your Son to inform your worship.
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Cakes two shillings. Ale as much. A quart of mortify'd Claret eight pence. Stewd pruins twelve pence. They were deare. Truely, they cost a penny the pound of the one-handed Coster-monger, out of his wifes fish-basket. A quart of Creame, twelve-pence. That's too excessive. Not if you consider how many Carriers egges miscarried in the making of it; and the charge of Ising-glasse and other ingredients to cremifie the soure milke. All this is but a Noble. Pray marke me sir, I'le make it more. Twelve-pence Sugar. You had bread sir. And we had drinke sir. 'Tis granted sir. A pound of sausedges, and other things, nine shillings and three-pence. Our Barre never erres. I'le talke with your Mistris. You know my meaning Robin. Oh the extortion of Tottenham-Court! No matter Wife: kinde Mr. Changelove will pay for all. Ha! where is hee? Gone Sir. Then give me my Cloake. The reckoning first Sir. How! must Taylors pay Gallants reckonings? Sure husband, he intends this a satisfaction for his beating. Have you such tricks? No great matter: 'tis but adding it to his bill in my debt-booke, and presently arresting him with a fat Martiallist. Here sirrah. Y'are welcome Sir. Some profit comes from hence: I have ore-reckon'd one and twenty-pence. A Heavy burthen I assure you Sir. That's strange: a light Wench, and feathers. You say true Sir; 'tis enough to break a mans back. His mistake hits upon truth. Rest thee Porter. Oh this plots quaintnesse: witty luxury, How it acutes invention, and makes pregnant Even barren faculties to beget new issues Of rare conceipt. But my credulity Was rash and sodaine. If she hath abus'd it, And mockt my hopes of pleasure, wht revenge Can give m satisfaction? Here's the key, Though late these doubts arise, I greatly long To have mine eye resolve them. Company, Forbeare a little then, and rest thee Porter. 'Tis a faire circumstance, and may confirme My first suspition. Where found you the Horses? In the high way neere yonder houses. The place is called TOTENHAN-COURT. Our intelligence hath something Landlord. What's That? The truth is being weary— Od men Landlord, old men. Labour agrees worse with us then wrangling with a leane Parson that hath a fat Benefice. Pay' interrupt him not: Forwards Neighbour. At a house yonder we prevail'd to be let in: where the little time that remain'd 'till morning we slept soundly. And dreamt we were in Cranborne Church at a drowsie Sermon. On good Neighbour. Day no oon rpeet, but noyse wak't us. The house was presently full of Gallants with Musicke, and to dauncing they went. We akt the reason, they of the house told us 'twas customary for Gentlemen to have early revels and rendevous there. At length we heard one speake of a Gentlewoman in a sitten gowne: which we conceiving to be Mistres Bellamie, made haste to London to your Son to infome your worship.