Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1592-1594] (Annals) comedy · Unknown 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.
Come then Aurcleus come in with me, And we'll go sit a while and chat with them, And after bring them forth to take the air. Sim, when will the fool come again? he'll come again my Lord anon. Gis some more drink here, 'Zounds where's The Tapster, here Sim eat some of these things. So I do my Lord. Here Sim, I drink to thee. My Lord here comes the players again, O brave, here's two fine gentlewomen. The senseless trees by music have been moved And at the sound of pleasant tuned strings, Have savage beasts hung down their listening heads, As though they had been cast into a trance. Then it may be that she whom nought can please, With musics sound in time may be surprised, Come lovely mistress will you take your lute, And play the lesson that I taught you last? It is no matter whether I do or no, For trust me I take no great delight in it. I would sweet mistress that it lay in me, To help you to that thing that's your delight. In you with a pestilence, are you so kind? Then make a night cap of your fiddles case, To warm your head, and hide your filthy face. If that sweet mistress were your heart's content, You should command a greater thing than that, Although it were ten times to my disgrace. Your so kind 'twere pity you should be hanged, And yet methinks the fool doth look asquint. Why mistress do you mock me? No, but I mean to move thee. Well, will you play a little? ay, give me the Lute. That stop was false, play it again. Then mend it thou, thou filthy ass. What, do you bid me kiss your arse? How now jack sauce, your a jolly mate, Your best be still lest I cross your pate, And make your music fly about your ears, I'll make it and your foolish coxcomb meet. She offers to strike him with the lute. Hold mistress, souns will you break my lute? I on thy head, and if thou speak to me, There take it up and fiddle somewhere else, She throws it down. And see you come no more into this place, lest that I clap your fiddle on your face. Souns, teach her to play upon the lute? The devil shall teach her first, I am glad she's gone, For I was near so 'fraid in all my life, But that my lute should fly about mine ears, My master shall teach her his self for me, For I'll keep me far enough without her reach, For he and Polydor sent me before To be with her and teach her on the lute, Whilst they did court the other gentlewomen, And here methinks they come together. How now Valeria, where's your mistress? At the vengeance I think and nowhere else.
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Come then Aurcleus come in with me, And weele go ſit a while and chat with them, And after bring them foorth to take the aire. Sim, when will the foole come againe? Heele come againe my Lord anon. Gis ſome more drinke here, ſouns wheres The Tapſter, here Sim eate ſome of theſe things. So I doo my Lord. Here Sim, I drinke to thee. My Lord heere comes the plaiers againe, O braue, heers two fine gentlewomen. The ſenceleſſe trees by muſick haue bin moou'd And at the ſound of pleaſant tuned ſtrings, Haue ſauage beaſtes hung downe their liſtning heads, As though they had beene caſt into a trance. Then it may be that ſhe whom nought can pleaſe, With muſickes ſound in time may be ſurpriſde, Come louely miſtreſſe will you take your lute, And play the leſſon that I taught you laſt? It is no matter whether I doo or no, For truſt me I take no great delight in it. I would ſweet miſtreſſe that it laie in me, To helpe you to that thing thats your delight. In you with a peſtlence, are you ſo kind? Then make a night cap of your fiddles caſe, To warme your head, and hide your filthie face. If that ſweet miſtreſſe were your harts content, You ſhould command a greater thing then that, Although it were ten times to my diſgrace. Your ſo kind twere pittie you ſhould be hang'd, And yet methinkes the foole dooth looke aſquint. Why miſtreſſe doo you mocke me? No, but I meane to moue thee. Well, will you plaie a little? I, giue me the Lute. That ſtop was falſe, play it againe. Then mend it thou, thou filthy aſſe. What, doo you bid me kiſſe your arſe? How now iack ſauſe, your a iollie mate, Your beſt be ſtill leaſt I croſſe your pate, And make your muſicke flie about your eares, Ile make it and your fooliſh coxcombe meet. She offers to ſtrike him with the lute. Hold miſtreſſe, ſouns wil you breake my lute? I on thy head, and if thou ſpeake to me, There take it vp and fiddle ſomewhere elſe, She throwes it downe. And ſee you come no more into this place, Leaſt that I clap your fiddle on your face. Souns, teach hir to play vpon the lute? The deuill ſhal teach her firſt, I am glad ſhees gone, For I was neare ſo fraid in all my life, But that my lute ſhould flie about mine eares, My maiſter ſhall teach her his ſelfe for me, For Ile keepe me far enough without hir reach, For he and Polydor ſent me before To be with her and teach her on the lute, Whilſt they did court the other gentlewomen, And heere methinkes they come togither. How now Valeria, whears your miſtreſſe? At the vengeance I thinke and no where elſe.