Lyly, John · published 1594 · first performed or written 1591 [1587-1591] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns typicality 0.78 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Nay the bodkin is here already, you must be the knife. I am the bodkin, look well to your ears, I must boar them. Mew thy tongue or we'll cut it out, this I speak representing the person of a knife, as thou didst that in shadow of a bodkin. I must begone, Taedet, it irketh, Oportet, it behoveth my wits work like barm, alias yeast, alias sizing, alias rising, alias Gods good. The new wine is in thine head, yet was he feign to take this metaphor from ale, and now you talk of ale, let us all to the wine. four makes a mess, and we have a mess of masters that must be cozened, let us lay our heads together, they are married and cannot. Let us consult at the Tavern, where after to the health of Memphio, drink we to the life of Stellio, I carouse to Prisius, & brinch you mas. Sperantus, we shall cast us our accounts and discharge our stomachs, like men that can digest any thing. I see not yet what you go about. Lucio that can pierce a mud wall of twenty foot thick, would make us believe he cannot see a candle through a paper lantern, his knavery is beyond Ela, & yet he says he knows not Gamut. I am ready, if any cozenage be ripe, I'll shake the tree. Nay, I hope to see thee so strong, to shake three trees at once. We burn time, for I must give a reckoning of my days work, let us close to the bush ad deliberandum. In deed Inter pocula philosophundum, it is good to plea among pots. Thine will be the worst, I fear we shall leave a halfpenny in hand. Why, sayest thou that thou hast left a print deeper in thy hand already than a halfpenny can leave, unless it should sing worse than an hot iron. All friends, and so let us sing 'tis a pleasant thing to go into the tavern, clearing the throat. IO Bacchus! To thy Table. Thou call'st every drunken Rabble, We already are stiff Drinkers, Then seal us for thy jolly skinkers. Wine, O Wine! O juice Divine! How dost thou the noll refine! Plump thou mak'st men's Ruby faces, And from Girls canst fetch embraces; By thee our Noses swell, With sparkling Carbuncle. O the dear blood of Grapes, Turns us to Antic shapes, Now to show tricks like Apes. Now Lion-like to roar, Now Goatishly to whore, Now Hoggishly i'th' mire, Now flinging Hats i'th' fire, Iô Bacchus! at thy Table, Make us of thy Reeling Rabble. I marvel I hear no news of Dromio, either he slacks the matter, or betrays his master, I dare not motion any thing to Stellio till I know what my boy hath done; I'll hunt him out; if the loitersack be gone springing into a tavern, I'll fetch him reeling out.
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Nay the bodkin is heere alreadie, you must be the knife. I am the bodkin, looke well to your eares, I must boare them. Mew thy tongue or weele cut it out, this I speake representing the person of a knife, as thou didst that in shadow of a bodkin. I must begone, Taedet, it irketh, Oportet, it behoueth my wits worke like barme, alias yest, alias sizing, alias rising, alias Gods good. The new wine is in thine head, yet was hee faine to take this metaphor from ale, and now you talke of ale, let vs all to the wine. Foure makes a messe, and we haue a messe of masters that must be cosned, let vs lay our heads together, they are married and cannot. Let vs consult at the Tauerne, where after to the health of Memphio, drinke we to the life of Stellio, I carouse to Prisius, & brinch you mas Sperantus, we shall cast vs our accounts and discharge our stomackes, like men that can disgest any thing. I see not yet what you go about. Lucio that can pearce a mud wall of twentie foote thicke, would make vs beleeue he cannot see a candle through a paper lanthorne, his knauerie is beyond Ela, & yet he sayes he knowes not Gam vt. I am readie, if anie cosnage be ripe, Ile shake the tree. Nay, I hope to see thee so strong, to shake three trees at once. We burne time, for I must giue a reckning of my dayes worke, let vs close to the bush ad deliberandum. In deede Inter pocula philosophundum, it is good to plea among pots. Thine will be the worst, I feare we shall leaue a halfepenie in hand. Why, sayest thou that thou hast left a print deeper in thy hand alreadie than a halfpenie canne leaue, vnles it should sing worse than an hot yron. All friendes, and so let vs sing tis a pleasant thing to goe into the tauerne, cleering the throate. IO Bacchus! To thy Table. Thou call'st euery drunken Rabble, We already are stiffe Drinkers, Then seale vs for thy iolly Skinckers. Wine, O Wine! O Iuyce Diuine! How do'st thou the Nowle refine! Plump thou mak'st mens Rubie faces, And from Girles canst fetch embraces; By thee our Noses swell, With sparkling Carbuncle. O the deare bloud of Grapes, Turnes vs to Anticke shapes, Now to shew trickes like Apes. Now Lion-like to rore, Now Goatishly to whore, Now Hoggishly ith' mire, Now flinging Hats ith' fire, Iô Bacchus! at thy Table, Make vs of thy Reeling Rabble. I maruell I heare no newes of Dromio, either he slackes the matter, or betrayes his master, I dare not motion anie thing to Stellio till I knowe what my boy hath don; Ile hunt him out; if the loitersacke be gone springing into a tauerne, Ile fetch him reeling out.