Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1592-1594] (Annals) comedy · Unknown T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns typicality 0.81 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
YOu whoreson drunken slave, you had best be gone, And empty your drunken paunch somewhere else For in this house thou shalt not rest tonight. Tilly-vally, by crisee Tapster I'll feeze you anon. fills the other pot and all's paid for, look you I do drink it of mine own Instigation, Here I'll lie a while, why Tapster I say, Fills a fresh cushion here. Heigh ho, here's good warm lying. Now that the gloomy shadow of the night, Longing to view Orion's drizzling looks, Leaps from th'antarctic World unto the sky And dims the Welkin with her pitchy breath, And darksome night o'ershades the crystal heavens, Here break we off our hunting for tonight, couple up the hounds and let us hie us home, And bid the huntsman see them meated well, For they have all deserved it well to day, But soft, what sleepy fellow is this lies here? Or is he dead, see one what he doth lack? My lord, 'tis nothing but a drunken sleep, His head is too heavy for his body, And he hath drunk so much that he can go no further. Fie, how the slavish villain stinks of drink. Ho, sirrah arise. What so sound asleep? Go take him up and bear him to my house, And bear him easily for fear he wake, And in my fairest chamber make a fire, And set a sumptuous banquet on the board, And put my richest garments on his back, Then set him at the Table in a chair: When that is done against he shall awake, Let heavenly music play about him still, Go two of you away and bear him hence, And then I'll tell you what I have devised, But see in any case you wake him not. Now take my cloak and give me one of yours, All fellows now, and see you take me so, For we will wait upon this drunken man, To see his countenance when he doth awake And find himself clothed in such attire, With heavenly music sounding in his ears, And such a banquet set before his eyes, The fellow sure will think he is in heaven, But we will be about him when he wakes, And see you call him Lord, at every word, And offer thou him his horse to ride abroad, And thou his hawks and hounds to hunt the dear, And I will ask what suits he means to wear, And whatsoe'er he saith, see you do not laugh, But still persuade him that he is a Lord. And it please your honour your players be come And do attend your honour's pleasure here. The fittest time they could have chosen out, Bid one or two of them come hither straight, Now will I fit myself accordingly, For they shall play to him when he awakes. Now sirs, what store of plays have you?
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
YOu whorſon droonken ſlaue, you had beſt be gone, And empty your droonken panch ſome where elſe For in this houſe thou ſhalt not reſt to night. Tilly vally, by criſee Tapſter Ile feſe you anon. Fils the tother pot and alls paid for, looke you I doo drinke it of mine owne Inſtegation, Heere Ile lie a while, why Tapſter I ſay, Fils a freſh cuſhen heere. Heigh ho, heers good warme lying. Now that the gloomie ſhaddow of the night, Longing to view Orions driſling lookes, Leapes from th'antarticke World vnto the skie And dims the Welkin with her pitchie breath, And darkeſome night oreſhades the chriſtall heauens, Here breake we off our hunting for to night, Cupple vppe the hounds and let vs hie vs home, And bid the huntſman ſee them meated well, For they haue all deſeru'd it well to daie, But ſoft, what ſleepie fellow is this lies heere? Or is he dead, ſee one what he dooth lacke? My lord, tis nothing but a drunken ſleepe, His head is too heauie for his bodie, And he hath drunke ſo much that he can go no furder. Fie, how the ſlauiſh villaine ſtinkes of drinke. Ho, ſirha ariſe. What ſo ſound aſleepe? Go take him vppe and beare him to my houſe, And beare him eaſilie for feare he wake, And in my faireſt chamber make a fire, And ſet a ſumptuous banquet on the boord, And put my richeſt garmentes on his backe, Then ſet him at the Table in a chaire: When that is doone againſt he ſhall awake, Let heauenlie muſicke play about him ſtill, Go two of you awaie and beare him hence, And then Ile tell you what I haue deuiſde, But ſee in any caſe you wake him not. Now take my cloake and giue me one of yours, Al fellowes now, and ſee you take me ſo, For we will waite vpon this droonken man, To ſee his countnance when he dooth awake And finde himſelfe clothed in ſuch attire, With heauenlie muſicke ſounding in his eares, And ſuch a banquet ſet before his eies, The fellow ſure will thinke he is in heauen, But we will be about him when he wakes, And ſee you call him Lord, at euerie word, And offer thou him his horſe to ride abroad, And thou his hawkes and houndes to hunt the deere, And I will aske what ſutes he meanes to weare, And what ſo ere he ſaith, ſee you doo not laugh, But ſtill perſwade him that he is a Lord. And it pleaſe your honour your plaiers be com And doo attend your honours pleaſure here. The fitteſt time they could haue choſen out, Bid one or two of them come hither ſtraight, Now will I fit my ſelfe accordinglie, For they ſhall play to him when he awakes. Now ſirs, what ſtore of plaies haue you?