Peele, George · published 1595 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1588-1594] (Annals) romance · Queen Elizabeth's Men T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns typicality 0.83 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Yes Hosts, but it is my masters fashion to pay before he eats, therefore a reckoning good hostess. Marry shall you sir presently. Why Iack what dost thou mean, thou knowest I have not any money: therefore sweet Iack tell me what shall I do. Well master look in your purse. Why faith it is a folly, for I have no money. Why look you master, do so much for me. Alas Iack my purse is full of money. Alas, master, does that word belong to this accident? why methinks I should have seen you cast away your cloak, and in a bravado danced a galliard round about the chamber; why master, your man can teach you more wit than this, come hostis, cheer up my master. You are heartily welcome: and if it please you to eat of a fat Capon, a fairer bird, a finer bird, a sweeter bird, a crisper bird, a neater bird, your worship never eat off. Thanks my fine eloquent hostess. But hear you master, one word by the way, are you content I shall be halves in all you get in your journey? I am Iack, here is my hand. Enough master, I ask no more. Come Hostess receive your money, and I thank you for my good entertainment. You are heartily welcome sir. Come Iack whether go we now? marry master to the conjurers presently. Content Iack: Hostis farewell. Come my duck come: I have now got a wife, thou art fair, art thou not? My Corebus the fairest alive, make no doubt of that. Come wench, are we almost at the well. I Corebus we are almost at the Well now, i'll go fetch some water: sit down while I dip my pitcher in. Gently dip: but not too deep; For fear you make the golden beard to weep. Fair maiden white and red, Comb me smooth, and stroke my head: And thou shalt have some cockle bread. Gently dip, but not too deep, For fear thou make the golden beard to weep. Fair maid, white, and red, Comb me smooth, and stroke my head; And every hair, a sheaf shall be, And every sheaf a golden tree. Oh see Corebus I have combed a great deal of gold into may lap, and a great deal of corn. Well said wench, now we shall have just enough, God send us coiners to coin our gold: but come shall we go home sweet heart? Nay come Corebus I will lead you. So Corebus' things have well hit, Thou hast gotten wealth to mend thy wit. Come away master come, Go along Iack, i'll follow thee, Iack, they say it is good to go cross legged, and say his prayers backward: how sayest thou? Tut never fear master, let me alone, here sit you still, speak not a word. And because you shall not be enticed with his enchanting speeches; with this same wool i'll stop your ears: and so master sit still, for I must to the conjuror.
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Yes Hostes, but it is my maisters fashion to pay before hee eates, therefore a reckoning good hostesse. Marry shall you sir presently. Why Iack what doost thou meane, thou knowest I haue not any money: therefore sweete Iack tell me what shall I doo. Well maister looke in your pursse. Why faith it is a follie, for I haue no money. Why looke you maister, doo so much for me. Alas Iack my pursse is full of money. Alas, maister, does that worde belong to this accident? why me thinkes I should haue seene you cast away your cloake, and in a brauado daunced a galliard round about the chamber; why maister, your man can teach you more wit than this, come hostis, cheere vp my maister. You are heartily welcome: and if it please you to eate of a fat Capon, a fairer birde, a finer birde, a sweeter birde, a crisper birde, a neater birde, your worship neuer eate off. Thankes my fine eloquent hostesse. But heare you maister, one worde by the way, are you content I shall be halfes in all you get in your iourney? I am Iack, here is my hand. Enough maister, I aske no more. Come Hostesse receiue your money, and I thanke you for my good entertainment. You are heartily welcome sir. Come Iack whether go we now? Mary maister to the coniurers presently. Content Iack: Hostis farewell. Come my ducke come: I haue now got a wise, thou art faire, art thou not? My Corebus the fairest aliue, make no doubt of that. Come wench, are we almost at the wel. I Corebus we are almost at the Well now, ile go fetch some water: sit downe while I dip my pitcher in. Gently dip: but not too deepe; For feare you make the gouldē beard to weepe. Faire maiden white and red, Combe me smoothe, and stroke my head: And thou shalt haue some cockell bread. Gently dippe, but not too deepe, For feare thou make the gouldē beard to weep. Faire maide, white, and redde, Combe me smooth, and stroke my head; And euery haire, a sheaue shall be, And euery sheaue a goulden tree. Oh see Corebus I haue combd a great deale of golde into may lap, and a great deale of corne. Well said wench, now we shall haue iust enough, God send vs coiners to coine our golde: but come shall we go home sweet heart? Nay come Corebus I will lead you. So Corebus things haue well hit, Thou hast gotten wealth to mend thy wit. Come away maister come, Go along Iack, ile follow thee, Iack, they say it is good to go crosse legged, and say his prayers backward: how saiest thou? Tut neuer feare maister, let me alone, heere sit you still, speake not a word. And because you shall not be intised with his inchanting speeches; with this same wooll ile stop your eares: and so maister sit still, for I must to the Coniurer.