Lyly, John · published 1592 · first performed or written 1589 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) · before the Court unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Give me a pasty for a Park, and let me shake off a whole kennel of teeth for hounds, then shalt thou see a notable champing, after that will I carouse a bowl of wine, and so in the stomach let the Venison take soil. He hath laid the plot to be prudent, why 'tis pasty crust, eat enough and it will make you wise, an old proverb. ay, and eloquent, for you must tipple wine freely, & foecundi calices quem non fecere disertum. Fecere dizardum. Leave off these toys, and let us seek out Midas, whom we lost in the chase. I'll warrant he hath by this started a covey of Bucks, or roused a skull of Pheasants. Treason to two brave sports, hawking & hunting, thou shouldest say, start a hare, rouse the dear, spring the partridge. I'll warrant that was devised by some Country swad, that seeing a hare skip up, which made him start, he presently said, he started the hare. ay, and some lubber lying besides a spring, & seeing a partridge come by, said he did spring the partridge. Well, remember all this. Remember all? nay then had we good memories, for there be more phrases than thou hast hairs, but let me see, I pray thee what's this about thy neck? A bugle. If it had stood on thy head I should have called it a horn. Well, 'tis hard to have one's brows embroidered with bugle. But canst thou blow it? What else? But not away. No, 'twill make Boreas out of breath, to blow his horns away. There was good blowing I'll warrant before they came there. Well, 'tis a shroud blow. Spare your winds in this, or I'll wind your necks in a cord: but soft I heard my master's blast. Some have felt it. Thy mother when such a fly blow was buzzed out; but I must be gone, I perceive Midas is come. Ex. Then let not us tarry, for now shall we shave the barbers house. The world will grow full of wiles seeing Midas hath lost his golden wish. I care not, my head shall dig devices, and my tongue stamp them; so as my mouth shall be a mint, and my brains a mine. Then help us to cozen the barber. The barber shall know every hair of my chin to be as good as a choke-pear for his purse. I Marvel what Midas meaneth to be so melancholy since his hunting. It is a good word in Midas, otherwise I should term it in another blockishness. I cannot tell whether it be a sourness commonly incident to age, or a severeness particular to the Kings of Phrygia, or a suspicion cleaving to great Estates; but methinks he seemeth so jealous of us all, and becomes so overthwart to all others, that either I must conjecture his wits are not his own, or his meaning very hard to some.
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Geue mee a pastie for a Parke, and let mee shake off a whole kennel of teeth for hounds, then shalt thou see a notable champing, after that will I carouse a boule of wine, and so in the stomack let the Venison take soyle. He hath laid the plot to be prudent, why tis pastie crust, eat enough and it will make you wise, an olde prouerb. I, and eloquent, for you must tipple wine freely, & foecundi calices quem non fecere disertum. Fecere dizardum. Leaue off these toyes, and let vs seek out Mydas, whom we lost in the chase. Ile warrant hee hath by this started a couey of Bucks, or roused a scull of Phesants. Treason to two braue sports, hauking & hunting, thou shouldest say, start a hare, rowse the deere, spring the partridge. Ile warrant that was deuised by some Country swad, that seeing a hare skip vp, which made him start, he presently said, he started the hare. I, and some lubber lying besides a spring, & seeing a partridge come by, said he did spring the partridge. Well, remember all this. Remember all? nay then had we good memories, for there be more phrases than thou hast haires, but let me see, I pray thee whats this about thy neck? A bugle. If it had stoode on thy head I should haue called it a horne. Wel, tis hard to haue ones browes imbroidered with bugle. But canst thou blowe it? What els? But not away. No, twil make Boreas out of breath, to blow his hornes away. There was good blowing Ile warrant before they came there. Well, tis a shrowd blow. Spare your windes in this, or Ile winde your neckes in a cord: but soft I heard my masters blaste. Some haue felt it. Thy mother when such a fly blow was buzd out; but I must be gone, I perceiue Mydas is come. Ex. Then let not vs tarrie, for now shal we shaue the Barbars house. The world will grow full of wyles seeing Mydas hath lost his golden wish. I care not, my head shall dig deuises, and my tongue stampe them; so as my mouth shall be a mynt, and my braynes a myne. Then help vs to cousen the Barbar. The Barbar shal know euerie haire of my chin to be as good as a choakpeare for his purse. I Maruell what Mydas meaneth to bee so melancholy since his hunting. It is a good word in Mydas, otherwise I should tearme it in another blockishnes. I cannot tell whether it bee a sowernesse commonly incident to age, or a seuerenesse perticular to the Kings of Phrygia, or a suspition cleauing to great Estates; but mee thinkes he seemeth so iealous of vs al, and becomes so ouerth wart to all others, that either I must coniecture his wits are not his owne, or his meaning verie hard to some.