The Nature of the Four Elements (Natura Naturata) · chunk 13 of 19
Rastell, John · published 1520 · first performed or written 1517 [c.1517-c.1518] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Peses sir no more of this matter Behold where humanity cometh here How say you master humanity I pray you have ye not be mere And had good recreation yes I thank the thereof every dell For we have fared marvellously well And had good communication what how master where be ye now what I shrew the what haste hast thou That thou spekyst so high So high qd a I trow ye be mad by saint guile For did ye not ere while Make pointment openly To come again all to supper There as ye were to day at dinner And yet ye pointed not plain what meet that ye will have dressed Nor what delycatꝭ ye love best M● think you far over sayne As for mine own part I care not Dressy what meet thou lovest spare not what so ever thou dost best think Now if ye put it to my liberty Of all metꝭ in the world that be By this light I love best drink It seemeth by thy face so to do But my master will have meet also what so ever it cost By god sir than ye must tell what At thy digression I force not whether it be sudden or roast well sir than ●are not let me a lone ye shall see that all thing shall be done And ordained well and fine So I require the heartily And in any wise specially Let us have a cup of new wine ye shall have wine as new as can be For I may tell you in privity Hit was brewed but yester night But that is nothing for my delight But than I have for your appetite A cup of wine of old claret There is no better by this light well I trust the well Enough But on thing if it please you now ye see well I take much pain for you I trust ye will see to me ye I promise the get the hens And in this matter do thy diligence And I shall well reward the By cause thou lokyst for a reward One thing for the I have prepared That here I shall the gyffe Thou shalt have a knaves skin For to put thy body therein For term of thy life Now gramercy my gentle brother And therefore thou shalt have nother For voiding of strife Now farewell gentle Iohn Than farewell fool for I am gone A bide torn once a gain hark what I say yet there is a nother thing would do well at our master's washing what thing is that I the prey Marry thus canst thou tell us yet where is any rose water to get ye that I can well purney As good as ever you put to your nose For there is a ●eyre wench called rose distilleth a quart every day
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
¶Pese syr no more of this matter Beholde where humanyte cōmeth here ¶How sey you maister humanyte I prey you haue ye not be mere And had good recreacyon ¶yes I thanke the therof euery dell For we haue faryd meruelously well And had good cōmunycacyon ¶what how maister where be ye now ¶what I shrewe the what haste hast thou That thou spekyst so hye ¶So hye qd a I trow ye be mad by saynt gyle For dyd ye not ere whyle Make poyntment openly To come agayne all to supper There as ye were to day at dyner And yet ye poynted not playne what mete that ye wyll haue drest Nor what delycatꝭ ye loue best M thynke you farre ouer sayne ¶As for myne owne ꝑte I care not Dress what mete thou louest spare not what so euer thou doest best thynke ¶Now if ye put it to my lyberte Of all metꝭ in the worlde that be By this lyght I loue best drynke ¶It semyth by thy face so to do But my maister wyll haue mete also what so euer it cost ¶By god syr than ye must tell what At thy discressyon I force nat whether it be soden or rost ¶well syr than are not let me a lone ye shall se that all thynge shall be done And ordeyned well and fyne ¶So I require the hertely And in any wyse specyally Let vs haue a cuppe of newe wyne ¶ye shall haue wyne as newe as can be For I may tell you in pryuyte Hit was brued but yester nyght ¶But that is nothynge for my delyte ¶But than I haue for your apetyte A cup of wyne of olde claret There is no better by this lyght ¶well I trust the well Inowe ¶But on thynge if it please you nowe ye se well I take muche payne for you I trust ye wyll se to me ¶ye I ꝓmyse the get the hens And in this matter do thy dylygence And I shall well rewarde the By cause thou lokyst for a rewarde One thynge for the I haue p̄pared That here I shall the gyffe Thou shalte haue a knauys skyn For to put thy body theri For terme of thy lyfe ¶Now gramercy my gentyll brother And therfore thou shalt haue nother For voydynge of stryfe ¶Nowe farewell gentyll Iohn̄ Than farewell fole for I am gone ¶A byde torne ones a gayne harke what I sey yet there is a nother thynge wolde do well at our maisters wasshynge ¶what thynge is that I the prey ¶Mary thus canst thou tell vs yet where is any rose water to get ye that I can well purney As good as euer you put to your nose For there is a eyre wenche callyd rose Dystylleth a quarte euery day