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 · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
I, upon those terms Sir, and in hope your Captain keeps better cheer than he made the Devil, for my stomach will ne'er agreed with that diet, we'll be all his followers; I'll go home and fetch a little money Sir, all I have, and you shall pick my pocket to my face, and i'll avouch it; A man would not desire to have his pocket picked in better company. Tut, they have other manner of gifts than picking of pockets, or telling fortunes; if they would but please to show 'em, or thought us poor Country mortals worthy of them; what might a man do to be a Gentleman of your company Sir? I, a Gipsy in ordinary, or nothing. Friends not to refel ye, Or any way quell ye, To buy or to cell ye, I only must tell ye; Ye aim at a mystery, Worthy a History; there's much to be done, E're you can be a Son, Or brother of the Moon. 'tis not so soon Acquired, as desired. You must be Ben-bowsie, And sleepy, and drowsy, And lazy, and lousy, Before ye can rouse ye, In shape that arowse ye. And than you may stalk The Gipsies walk; To the Coops, and the Pens, And bring in the Hens, Though the Cock be sullen For loss of the Pullen: Take Turkey, or Capon, And Gammons of Bacon, Let naught be forsaken; we'll let you go lose, Like a Fox to a Goose, And show you the sty Where the little Pigs lie; Whence if you can take One or two, and not wake The Sow in her dreams, But by the Moon beams; So warily high, As neither do cry. You shall the next day Have licence to play At the hedge a flirt, For a sheet, or a shirt; If your hand be light, I'll show you the slight Of our Ptolemy's knot, It is, and 'tis not, To change your complexion, With the noble confection Of Walnuts, and Hogs-grease, Better than Dogs-grease: And to milk the Kine, E'er the Milke-mayd fine Hath opened her eine. Or if you desire To spit, or fart fire, I'll teach you the knacks, Of eating of flax; And out of their noses, Draw Ribbons, and posies, As for example, Mine own is as ample, And fruitful a nose, As a wit can suppose; Yet it shall go hard, But there will be spared, Each of you a yard, And worth your regard. When they colour, and size Arrive at your eyes. And if you incline To a cup of good wine, When you sup, or dine; If you chance it to lack, Be it Claret, or Sack; I'll make this snout, To deal it about, Or this to run out, As it were from a spout.
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I, upon thoſe termes Sir, and in hope your Captaine keepes better cheere then he made the Devill, for my ſtomacke will nere agree with that dyet, wee'll be all his followers; Ile goe home and fetch a little money Sir, all I have, and you ſhall picke my pocket to my face, and i'le avouch it; A man would not deſire to have his pocket pick't in better company. Tut, they have other manner of gifts then picking of pockets, or telling fortunes; if they would but pleaſe to ſhew 'em, or thought us poore Countrey mortalls worthy of them; what might a man doe to be a Gentleman of your company Sir? I, a Gipſie in ord'nary, or nothing. FReinds not to refell yee, Or any way quell ye, To buy or to ſell ye, I onely muſt tell ye; Ye ayme at a myſtery, Worthie a Hiſtory; Ther's much to be done, E're you can be a Sonne, Or brother of the Moone. Tis not ſo ſoone Acquir'd, as deſir'd. You muſt be Ben-bowſie, And ſleepy, and drowſie, And laſie, and lowſie, Before ye can rowſe yee, In ſhape that arowſe yee. And then you may ſtalke The Gipſies walke; To the Coopes, and the Pennes, And bring in the Hennes, Though the Cocke be ſullen For loſſe of the Pullen: Take Turkie, or Capon, And Gammons of Bacon, Let nought be forſaken; Wee'll let you go looſe, Like a Foxe to a Gooſe, And ſhew you the ſtie Where the little Pigs lie; Whence if you can take One or two, and not wake The Sow in her dreames, But by the Moone beames; So warily hye, As neither doe cry. You ſhall the next day Have licenſe to play At the hedge a flirt, For a ſheet, or a ſhirt; If your hand be light, Ile ſhew you the ſlight Of our Ptolomies knot, It is, and 'tis not, To change your complexion, With the noble confection Of Wall-nuts, and Hogs-greaſe, Better then Dogs-greaſe: And to milke the Kine, Ere the Milke-mayd fine Hath open'd her eine. Or if you deſire To ſpit, or fart fire, Ile teach you the knacks, Of eating of flaxe; And out of their noſes, Draw Ribbands, and poſies, As for example, Mine owne is as ample, And fruitfull a noſe, As a wit can ſuppoſe; Yet it ſhall goe hard, But there will be ſpar'd, Each of you a yard, And worth your regard. When they collour, and ſize Arrive at your eyes. And if you encline To a cup of good wine, When you ſuppe, or dine; If you chance it to lacke, Be it Clarret, or Sacke; Ile make this ſnout, To deale it about, Or this to runne out, As it were from a ſpout.