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 · 560 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
WO. Quit your places, and not 'cause you cut your laces. All your fortunes we can tell ye, Be they for the back or belly; In the Moods too, and the Tenses, That may fit your fine five senses. Draw but than your gloves we pray you, And sit still, we will not fray you; For though we be here at Burley, we'd be loath to make a hurly. STay my sweet Singer, The touch of thy finger, A little, and linger; For me that am bringer Of bound to the border, The rule and Recorder, And mouth of the order, As Priest of the game, And Prelate of the same. there's a Gentry Cove here, Is the top of the Shire, Of the Beaver Ken, A man among men; You need not to fear, I have an eye, and an ear That turns here and there, To look to our gear. Some say that there be One or two, if not three, That are greater than he. ANd for the Roome-Morts, I know by their ports, And their jolly resorts, They are of the sorts That love the true sports Of King Ptolomeus, Or great Coriphaeus, And Queen Cleopatra, The Gipsies grand Matra. Than if we shall shark it, Here Fair is, and Market. Leave Pig by, and Goose, And play fast, and lose, A short cut, and long, Some inch of a song, Pythagoras' lot, Drawn out of a pot; With what says Alchindus? And Pharaotes Indus, John de Indagine With all their Pagine Of faces and Palmistry, And this is Almistrie. Lay by your wimbles, Your boring for thimbles, Or using your nimbles, In diving the pockets, And sounding the sockets Of Simper-the Cockets; Or angling the purses, Of such as will curse us; But in the strict duel Be merry, and cruel, Strike fair at some jewel, That mine may accrue well, For that is the fuel, To make the Town brew well, And the pot wring well, And the brain sing well, Which we may bring well About by a string well, And do the thing well. It is but a strain Of true legerdemain, Once twice and again. Or what will you say now If with our fine play now, Our feats, and our fingering, Here without lingering; Cozening the sights Of the Lords, and the knights. Some one of their George's Come of to save charges. Or what will you say now? If with our fine play now, Our knacks, and our dances, We work on the fancies Of some of these Nancies. These trinkets, and tripsies, And make'em turn Gipsies. here's no Justice Lippus Will seek for to nip us, In Crampring, or Cippus, And than for to strip us, And after to whip us. His justice to vary, While here we do tarry, But be wise, and wary, And we may both carry, The Kate, and the Mary, And all the bright ae'ry, A way to the quarry. The George and the Garter, Into our own quarter; Or durst I go further In methood and order: there's a purse and a Seal, I have a great mind to steal. That when our tricks are done, We might seal our own pardon; All this we may do, And a great deal more too, If our brave Ptolomee, Will but say follow me.
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WO. Quit your places, and not cauſe you cut your laces. All your fortunes we can tell yee, Be they for the backe or bellie; In the Moodes too, and the Tenſes, That may fit your fine five ſenſes. Draw but then your gloves we pray you, And ſit ſtill, we will not fray you; For though we be here at Burley, Wee'd be loth to make a hurly. STay my ſweet Singer, The touch of thy finger, A little, and linger; For me that am bringer Of bound to the border, The rule and Recorder, And mouth of the order, As Prieſt of the game, And Prelate of the ſame. THer's a Gentry Cove here, Is the top of the Shiere, Of the Bever Ken, A man among men; You need not to feare, I have an eye, and an eare That turnes here and there, To looke to our geare. Some ſay that there be One or two, if not three, That are greater then he. ANd for the Roome-Morts, I know by their ports, And their jollie reſorts, They are of the ſorts That love the true ſports Of King Ptolomeus, Or great Coriphaeus, And Queene Cleopatra, The Gipſies grand Matra. Then if we ſhall ſharke it, Here Fayre is, and Market. Leave Pig by, and Gooſe, And play faſt, and looſe, A ſhort cut, and long, Some inch of a ſong, Pythagoras lot, Drawne out of a pot; With what ſayes Alchindus? And Pharaotes Indus, John de Indagine With all their Pagine Of faces and Palmiſtrie, And this is Almiſtrie. Lay by your wimbles, Your boring for thimbles, Or uſing your nimbles, In diving the pockets, And ſounding the ſockets Of Simper-the Cockets; Or angling the purſes, Of ſuch as will curſe us; But in the ſtrict duell Be merry, and cruell, Strike faire at ſome jewell, That mine may accrue well, For that is the fuell, To make the Town brew well, And the pot wring well, And the braine ſing well, Which we may bring well About by a ſtring well, And doe the thing well. It is but a ſtraine Of true legerdemaine, Once twice and againe. Or what will you ſay now If with our fine play now, Our feates, and our fingring, Here without lingring; Coſening the ſights Of the Lords, and the knights. Some one of their Georges Come off to ſave charges. Or what will you ſay now? If with our fine play now, Our knackes, and our dances, We worke on the fancies Of ſome of theſe Nancies. Theſe trinckets, and tripſies, And make'em turne Gipſies. Heer's no Juſtice Lippus Will ſeeke for to nip us, In Crampring, or Cippus, And then for to ſtrip us, And after to whip us. His juſtice to vary, While here we doe tarry, But be wiſe, and wary, And we may both carry, The Kate, and the Mary, And all the bright ae'ry, A way to the quarry. The George and the Garter, Into our owne quarter; Or durſt I goe further In methood and order: Ther's a purſe and a Seale, I have a great minde to ſteale. That when our tricks are done, We might ſeale our owne pardon; All this we may doe, And a great deale more too, If our brave Ptolomee, Will but ſay follow mee.