Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1621 [Aug 3; Aug 5; Sep] (Annals) masque · before the Court unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 565 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Room for the five Princes of Egypt, mounted all upon the Horse like the four Sons of Aymon, to make the miracle the more, by a head, if it may be: gaze upon them, as on the Offspring of Ptolemy, begotten upon several Cleopatra's, in their several Countries; especially on this brave Spark strooke out of Flintshire, upon Justice Jugges Daughter than Sheriff of the County; who running away with a kinsman of our Captains, and her Father pursuing her to the Marshes, He great with Justice, She great with Juggling, they were both for the time turned stone upon the fight each of other, in Chester: Till at last (see the Wonder) A Jugge of the Town Ale reconciling them; the memorial of both their gravities, his in beard, and hers in belly, hath remained ever since preserved in picture upon the most stone Jugs of the Kingdom. The famous imp yet grew a wretchcocke, and though for seven years together, he were very carefully carried at his mother's back, rocked in a cradle of Welch-cheese, like a Maggot, and there fed with broken beer, and blown wine o'the best daily; yet looks he, as if he never saw his Guinquennium. 'tis true, he can thread needles o'horse-backe, to draw a yard of inkle through his nose: But what's that to a grown Gipsy, one of the blood, and of his time if he had thrived: Therefore, till with his painful Progenitors, he be able to beaten it on the hard hoof, or the been Bawse, or the Starling, Ken to nip a Jan, and Cly the Jack; 'tis thought fit he march in the Infant's equipage. With the Convoy, Cheats, and peckage, Out of Clutch of Harman Beckage, To their libkins at the Crackmans', Or some skipper of the Blackmans'. WHere the Cacklers, but no Grunters, Shall uncased be for the Hunters, Those we still must keep alive; I, and put them out to thrive In the Parks, and in the Chases, And the finer walled places; As Saint James', Greenwich, Tibballs, Where the Acorns plump as Chibballs, Soon shall change both kind and name, And proclaime'em the King's game. So the act no harm may be Unto their keeper Barnabee; It will prove as good a service, As did ever Gipsy Jervice, To our Captain Charles the tall man, And a part too of our Salmon. IF we here be a little obscure, it is our pleasure; for rather than we will offer to be our own interpreters, we are resolved not to be understood: yet if any man doubt of the significancy of the language, we refer him to the third volume of reports, set forth by the learned in the laws of Canting, and published in the Gipsies tongue: Give me my Guittarra, and room for our Chief. FRom the famous Peacke of Derby, And the Devil's arse there hard-by, Where we yearly keep our musters, Thus the Egyptians throng in clusters, Be not frighted with our fashion, Though we seem a tattered Nation; We accounted our rags, our richeses, So our tricks exceed our stitches. Give us Bacon, rinds of Walnuts, Shells of Cockels, and of Smalnuts; Ribbons, bells, and Safrond linen, All the World is ours to win in. Knacks we have that will delight you, slight of hand that will invite you, To endure our tawny faces.
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ROome for the five Princes of Aegipt, mounted all upon the Horſe like the foure Sonnes of Aymon, to make the miracle the more, by a head, if it may be: gaze upon them, as on the Off-ſpring of Ptolomie, begotten upon ſeverall Cleopatraes, in their ſeverall Countries; eſpecially on this brave Sparke ſtrooke out of Flint-ſhire, upon Juſtice Jugges Daughter then Sheriffe of the County; who running away with a kinſman of our Captaines, and her Father purſuing her to the Marſhes, Hee great with Juſtice, She great with Juggling, they were both for the time turn'd ſtone upon the fight each of other, in Cheſter: Till at laſt (ſee the Wonder) A Jugge of the Towne Ale reconciling them; the memoriall of both their gravities, his in beard, and hers in bellie, hath remain'd ever ſince preſerv'd in picture upon the moſt ſtone Jugs of the Kingdome. The famous impe yet grew a wretchcocke, and though for ſeven yeares together, he were very carefully carried at his mothers backe, rock'd in a cradle of Welch-cheeſe, like a Maggot, and there fed with broken beere, and blowne wine o'the beſt dayly; yet lookes he, as if he never ſaw his Guinquennium. Tis true, he can thread needles o'horſe-backe, to draw a yard of inckle through his noſe: But what's that to a growne Gipſie, one of the bloud, and of his time if he had thriv'd: Therefore, till with his painefull Progenitors, he be able to beat it on the hard hoofe, or the bene Bawſe, or the Starling, Ken to nip a Jan, and Cly the Jack; tis thought fit he march in the Infants equipage. With the Convoy, Cheats, and peckage, Out of Clutch of Harman Beckage, To their libkins at the Crackmans, Or ſome skipper of the Blackmans. WHere the Cacklers, but no Grunters, Shall uncas'd be for the Hunters, Thoſe we ſtill muſt keepe alive; I, and put them out to thrive In the Parkes, and in the Chaſes, And the finer walled places; As Saint James-es, Greenwich, Tibballs, Where the Acornes plumpe as Chibballs, Soone ſhall change both kinde and name, And proclaime'em the Kings game. So the act no harme may be Unto their keeper Barnabee; It will prove as good a ſervice, As did ever Gipſie Jervice, To our Captaine Charles the tall man, And a part too of our Salmon. IF we here be a little obſcure, it is our pleaſure; for rather than wee will offer to be our owne interpreters, we are reſolv'd not to be underſtood: yet if any man doubt of the ſignificancie of the language, wee referre him to the third vollume of reports, ſet forth by the learned in the lawes of Canting, and publiſhed in the Gipſies tongue: Give me my Guittarra, and roome for our Chiefe. FRom the famous Peacke of Darby, And the Devills arſe there hard-by, Where we yearely keepe our muſters, Thus the Aegiptians throng in cluſters, Be not frighted with our faſhion, Though we ſeeme a tattered Nation; We account our ragges, our riches, So our tricks exceed our ſtitches. Give us Bacon, rindes of Walnuts, Shells of Cockels, and of Smalnuts; Ribands, bells, and Safrond lynnen, All the World is ours to winne in. Knackes we have that will delight you, ſlight of hand that will invite you, To endure our tawny faces.