Massinger, Philip · published 1639 · first performed or written 1624 [1624-1625] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
HAve you been careful? With my best endeavours, Let them bring stomachs, there's no want of meat Sir: Portly and curious viands are prepared, To please all kinds of appetites. 'tis well. I love a table furnish with full plenty, And store of friends to eat it, but with this caution, I would not have my house a common Inn, For some men that come rather to devour me, Than to present their service. At this time too It being a serious and solemn meeting, I must not have my board pestered with shadows, That under other men's protection break in Without invitement. With your favour then, You must double your guard, my Lord, for on my knowledge There are some so sharp set, not to be kept out By a file of Musketeers, And 'tis less danger, I'll undertake, to stand at push of pike With an enemy in a breach, that undermined too, And the Cannon playing on it, than to stop One Harpy, your perpetual guest, from entrance, When the dresser, the cook's drum, thunders come on, The service will be lost else. What is he? As tall a trencherman, that is most certain, As ere demolished Pie-fortification As soon as battered; and if the rim of his belly Were not made up of a much tougher stuff Than his Buff jerkin, there were no defence Against the charge of his guts: you needs must know him, He's eminent for his eating. O Belgarde! The same, one of the admiral's cast Captains, Who swear, there being no war, nor hope of any, The only drilling is to eat devoutly, And to beever drinking, (that's allowed of) But they know not where to get it, there's the spie on'. The more their misery, yet if you can For this day put him off. It is beyond th'invention of man. No: say this only, And as from me; you apprehend me? Yes Sir. But it must be done gravely. Never doubt me Sir. we'll dine in the great room, but let the music And banquet be prepared here. This will make him Lose his dinner at the least, and that will vex him. As for the sweet meats, when they are trod under foot, Let him take his share with the Pages and lackeys, Or scramble in the rushes. 'tis near twelve, I keep a watch within me never misses. Save thee Master Steward. You are most welcome, Sir. Has thy Lord slept well tonight? I come to inquire. I had a foolish dream, that against my will Carried me from my lodging, to learn only How he's disposed. He's in most perfect health, Sir. Let me but see him feed heartily at dinner, And I'll believe so too, for from that ever I make a certain judgement. It holds surely In your own constitution.
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HAve you beene carefull? With my best endevours, Let them bring stomacks, theres no want of meat Sir: Portly and curious viands are prepar'd, To please all kindes of appetites. Tis well. I love a table furnishe with full plentie, And store of friends to eat it, but with this caution, I would not have my house a common Inne, For some men that come rather to devoure me, Than to present their service. At this time too It being a serious and solemne meeting, I must not haue my boord pester'd with shadowes, That under other mens protection breake in Without invitement. With your favour then, You must double your gard, my Lord, for on my knowledge There are some so sharp se, not to be kept out By a file of Musketes, And 'els lesse danger, I'll undertake, to stand at push of pike With an enemie in a breach, that undermin'd too, And the Cannon playing on it, than to stop One Harpie, your perpetuall ghest, from entrance, When the dresser, the Cookes drum, thunders come on, The service will be lost else. What is hee? As tall a trencher-man, that is most certaine, As ere demolisht Pie-fortification As soone as batter'd; and if the rim of his belly Were not made up of a much tougher stuffe Than his Buffe jerkin, there were no defence Against the charge of his guts: you needs must know him, He's eminent for his eating. O Belgarde! The same, one of the Admirals cast Captaines, Who sweare, there being no war, nor hope of any, The onely drilling is to eat devoutly, And to beever drinking, (that's allow'd of) But they know not where to get it, there's the spie on'. The more their miserie, yet if you can For this day put him off. It is beyond th'invention of man. No: say this onely, And as from me; you apprehend me? Yes Sir. But it must be done gravely. Never doubt me Sir. Wee'll dine in the great roome, but let the musick And banquet be prepar'd here. This will make him Lose his dinner at the least, and that will vex him. As for the sweet meats, when they are trod under foot, Let him take his share with the Pages and Lacqueyes, Or scramble in the rushes. Tis neere twelve, I keepe a watch within me never misses. Save thee Master Steward. You are most welcome, Sir. Has thy Lord slept well to night? I come to enquire. I had a foolish dreame, that against my will Carried me from my lodging, to learne onely How he's dispos'd. He's in most perfect health, Sir. Let me but see him feed heartily at dinner, And I'll beleeve so too, for from that ever I make a certaine iudgement. It holds surely In your owne constitution.