Davenport, Robert · published 1639 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1624-1639] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men (?); Lady Elizabeth's Men (?) T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.65 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Would we might see them. All vostro commando, Asterothe, ill pane in hac camera presto. Oh, now 'tis done; mine Host, put but your hand Into that Corner and pull forth two Loaves. Are you in earnest? But see what Art can do. Pox on the Friar, have you these tricks? Two fine and delicate Manchets. The best in Spain, or friar Iohn much mistakes: Place them good mine Host, behind the Salt. I shall. There's more behind. Not possible in Art. Peace Father, more will be done anon; What Climate yields the best French Grape? My Spirit whispers Orleans grabe's the best, What says mine Host to a pure Cup of Orleans? Faith I say, would I might see't. je vou pre Monsieur Asterothe, once more A Cup of Divine Claret; no, a Bottle of some two quarts, Gramercy, thou hast done't, mine Host, but cast your eye Upon that place, and you shall find it there. Most admirable, see, here's a Bottle full. But taste mine Host, and try if it be right. Your Devils take you; you know where's the best liquour. Excellent stuff, I ne'er drank better claret. How comes this? No hurt to you still, Father. Bread and Drink? how shall we come by Meat? Let me see, there is a Midnight supper now served in At Prague in Germany, where the emperor's Court Lies for the most part, and seldom is he absent; Among all all other dainties, speak, what dish Desire you from the Table? Any thing. What say you to a Pullet piping hot, Now standing on the Dresser? Nothing better. The Devil take all such smell-feasts. But once more I'll employ thee, Asterothe, For this night no more trouble thee. Veni, assist, in hac re succurre; I smell the Pullet Smoking, and Sauce unto't. ay, but where? Somewhere about this Room, who hath the Key Of that same Cupboard? Marry Nan, my Wife. Call for it, good mine Host, You see I come near nothing, use fair play, Saw neither fire nor candle to provide this, Touched neither Lock nor Key within your house, But was asleep i'th' straw; unlock mine Host, See what the Cupboard yields. A poison on thee, would it might prove so to thee, It was never provided for those chops. What find you there? A hot fat Pullet, newly dressed and sauced. I never heard the like, 'Tis above wonder. You see what Art can do. Tell me, Friar Iohn? I'll talk with you anon, in the mean time Eat while 'tis hot, 't hath come a pretty journey, And marvel 'tis not cold. Good wine, good bread, good victuals, stomach good, And all to meet together? nay fall to, And he be thanked that sent it. This to me appears beyond imagination, Nay, gentle Hostess sit. Many provide good Cates that taste them not, Now blessing on their hearts. But curse on thine, and on thy stomach too.
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Would we might ſee them. All voſtro comando, Aſtrothe, il pane in hc camera preſto. Oh, now 'tis done; mine Hoſt, put but your hand Into that Corner and pull forth two Loaves. Are you in earneſt? But ſee what Art can doe. Pox on the Frier, have you theſe trickes? Two fine and delicate Manchets. The beſt in Spaine, or Frier Iohn much miſtakes: Place them good mine Hoſt, behind the Salt. I ſhall. There's more behind. Not poſſible in Art. Peace Father, more will be done anon; What Climate yeelds the beſt French Grape? My Spirit whiſpers Orleance Grape's the beſt, What ſayes mine Hoſt to a pure Cup of Orleance? Faith I ſay, would I might ſee't. Ie vou pre Monſieur Aſterothe, once more A Cup of Divine Claret; no, a Bottle of ſome two quarts▪ Gramercy, thou haſt done't, mine Hoſt, but caſt your eye Upon that place, and you ſhall find it there. Moſt admirable, ſee, here's a Bottle full. But taſte mine Hoſt, and try if it be right. Your Divells take you; you know where's the beſt liquor. Excellent ſtuffe, I ne're dranke better Clarret. How comes this? No hurt to you ſtill, Father. Bread and Drinke? how ſhall we come by Meate? Let me ſee, there is a Midnight ſupper now ſerved in At Prague in Germany, where the Emperours Court Lyes for the moſt part, and ſeldome is he abſent; Among all all other dainties, ſpeake, what diſh Deſire you from the Table? Any thing. What ſay you to a Pullet piping hot, Now ſtanding on the Dreſſer? Nothing better. The Divell take all ſuch ſmell-feaſts. But once more Ile employ thee, Aſterothe, For this night no more trouble thee. Veni, aſſiſte, & in hac re ſuccurre; I ſmell the Pullet Smoaking, and Sauce unto't. I, but where? Somewhere about this Roome, who hath the Key Of that ſame Cupboord? Marry Nan, my Wife. Call for it, good mine Hoſt, You ſee I come neere nothing, uſe faire play, Saw neither fire nor candle to provide this, Toucht neither Locke nor Key within your houſe, But was aſleepe i'th'ſtraw; unlocke mine Hoſt, See what the Cupboord yeelds. A poyſon on thee, would it might prove ſo to thee, It was never provided for thoſe chopps. What finde you there? A hot fat Pullet, newly dreſſ'd and ſauc'd. I never heard the like, 'Tis above wonder. You ſee what Art can doe. Tell me, Frier Iohn? Ile talke with you anon, in the meane time Eate while 'tis hot, 't hath come a pretty Iourney, And marvell 'tis not cold. Good wine, good bread, good victuals, ſtomacke good, And all to meete together? nay fall to, And he be thank'd that ſent it. This to me appeares beyond imagination, Nay, gentle Hoſteſſe ſit. Many provide good Cates that taſt them not, Now bleſſing on their hearts. But curſe on thine, and on thy ſtomacke too.