Davenport, Robert · published 1639 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1624-1639] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men (?); Lady Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Pray sir a word: Can this world last ever? you sell, and sell, But when the money is spent, are you resolved To feed on Husks, and Acorns? I am plain, How many months did your old Fathers spend To purchase that you in few hours consume? Ha, doth this startle you? I am trusty Roger, And so you still shall find me: did he compass That competent Estate he left to you By Fiddlers whores, and Cheaters? look you big? Nay sir, I can affront you; where be now Those furnished Tables, whose long backs bid bend With Chines of Beef, and Chargers, feasting both Neighbours and strangers? are they rioted on lifts and whifflers? Name you any here? If none be galled, you have no cause to wince, But if you be, then Figo. Here's none such. Then do not interrupt me: Bawds and Whores, Panders and Pimps, did he keep such about him? I hope none here are touched; call him to mind, sir, And think upon his worthy memory, And how you lose yourself. My servant's servant? slave, fetch me straight a Whore. An Office fit for none but slaves, I am none; You had best bid these that are acquainted with them. These are Gentlemen, my friends, and my Companions. If they be Gentlemen, let them show them such, That is t'abhor those vices you are wrapped with. I'll have Music, and the choicest Cates the City can Afford, and wine in abundance. And pay all. Yes, all and some. But some must sure repent it, when all is gone and wasted Pox upon you, we shall have you turn Puritan, Leave big mouthed Oaths to swear by yea and nay: thouart not for me, give me a man can roar, Show hacks upon his Sword, bristle, look big, Knows all the Postures of a true Duello; Give and retort the lie in his full nature: Can weigh and drink by measure all, or half To a rundle, or the circuit of a hair, Can weigh his drink as well as measure it, And, And without frowns or grumbling still attend On my free humours: Geoffrey, well returned, the news? I have gone through sir. So would my sword had thee. We shall have money then? A Thousand pounds brought in tonight. On what conditions, Geoffrey? Trifles sir, acknowledging a Statute, nothing else; 'Tis finished in a moment. And I'll do it; In th'interim go, bespeak us delicates The best and choicest, the dearer they shall prove The better they will taste; Wenches too, Geoffrey, Thou know'st my mind, thou seest our number. Three sir. Unless thyself wilt make a fourth with us, And bring (with thee for thine own appetite) Some courser stuff to keep thee Company, And sit at the buy Table. It shall be done, I'll be your Mercury. And Music Geoffrey. If any thing to whet dull appetite, To heighten pleasure, and inflame delight Be this night wanting, ere Sun rise tomorrow Cashier me from your service.
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Pray ſir a word: Can this world laſt ever? you ſell, and ſell, But when the mony is ſpent, are you reſolv'd To feede on Huskes, and Acornes? I am plaine, How many monthes did your old Fathers ſpend To purchaſe that you in few houres conſume? Ha, doth this ſtartle you? I am truſty Roger, And ſo you ſtill ſhall find me: did he compaſſe That competent Eſtate he left to you By Fidlers whores, and Cheaters? looke you big? Nay ſir, I can affront you; where be now Thoſe furniſh'd Tables, whoſe long backes bid bend With Chines of Beefe, and Chargers, feaſting both Neighbours and ſtrangers? are they Ryotted on lifts and whiflers? Name you any here? If none be gall'd, you have no cauſe to wince, But if you be, then Figo. Here's none ſuch. Then doe not interrupt me: Baudes and Whores, Panders and Pimpes, did he keepe ſuch about him? I hope none here are touch'd; call him to mind, ſir, And thinke upon his worthy memory, And how you looſe your ſelfe. My ſervants ſervant? ſlave, fetch me ſtraight a Whore. An Office fit for none but ſlaves, I am none; You had beſt bid theſe that are acquainted with them. Theſe are Gentlemen, my friends, and my Companions. If they be Gentlemen, let them ſhew them ſuch, That is t'abhorre thoſe vices you are wrapt with. Ile have Muſicke, and the choiſeſt Cates the Citty can Afford, and wine in abundance. And pay all. Yes, all and ſome. But ſome muſt ſure repent it, when all is gone and waſted Pox upon you, we ſhall have you turne Puritan, Leave big mouth'd Oathes to ſweare by yea and nay: Th'art not for me, give me a man can roare, Shew hackes upon his Sword, briſtle, looke big, Knowes all the Poſtures of a true Duello; Give and retort the lye in his full nature: Can weigh and drinke by meaſure all, or halfe To a rundle, or the circuit of a haire, Can weigh his drinke as well as meaſure it, And, And without frownes or grumbling ſtill attend On my free humours: Geffrey, well return'd, the newes? I have gone through ſir. So would my ſword had thee. We ſhall have money then? A Thouſand pounds brought in to night. On what conditions, Geffrey? Trifles ſir, acknowledging a Statute, nothing elſe; 'Tis finiſht in a moment. And Ile doe it; In th'interim goe, beſpeake us delicates The beſt and choiceſt, the dearer they ſhall prove The better they will taſte; Wenches too, Geffrey, Thou know'ſt my mind, thou ſee'ſt our number. Three ſir. Unleſſe thy ſelfe wilt make a fourth with us, And bring (with thee for thine owne appetite) Some courſer ſtuffe to keepe thee Company, And ſit at the buy Table. It ſhall be done, Ile be your Mercury. And Muſicke Geffrey. If any thing to whet dull appetite, To heighten pleaſure, and inflame delight Be this night wanting, ere Sun riſe to morrow Caſhiere me from your ſervice.