Anonymous · published 1596 · first performed or written 1594 [Oct 23] (Annals) tragicomedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Why, by being always drunk thou shalt learn never to be sober. O the virtue of a drunkard is much, he speaks little because he sleeps much, he stands not upon opinion, for every little straw throws him not down: he is not proud, for his head is ready to salute every post: nor he is not envious, for he tears his stomach open to every man, and sleeps as sound on a dunghill as on a down bed. Mary one thing, he is subject to impatience, for once a day he sees the devil. And truly for that cause I'll bless myself, I'll to the Duke of Millane camp to my master, And there profess beggary: stay thou here To profess drunkenness: and so farewell. Go thou to beggary, I'll to the butchery, The proverb is true that I tell to you, 'tis better to be drunken and drowsy, Than hunger starved and lousy. Come Lucida, here let us sit a while, My father is banished, and my husband is fled, And that which grieves my heart, my brethren poor, And we not able for to succour them. Good mother cease your plaints, for here comes one. Fortunio my master mad in love, Must have this Lucida, or he will die, And I supposed to be a worldly man, Must be a mean, and stolen to win his love: But whereas penitent experience pleads for lewd lust, The lecher never thrives, But here bring I the sacred chest of gold, Gifts, which if proverbs lie not, will tempt the Gods: Yonder sits chastity at beauty's feet, Madams, God speed your works, & speed your friends And speed your foes, but speed your virtues more. welcome honest friend. soft, first prove mine honesty, And hear my message ere you prais me much, And this is it, A lewd and lusty Lord, Trained up in idleness, hath late beheld fair Lucida, And longs to lie with her, And hoping by rewards to win her love, He sends this casconet clogged with gold and pearl, First to Annetta to make her a bawd, Next to fair Lucida to make her a whore, But if Annetta be as chaste and wise, As when she counterchecked Sempronio, If Lelios' virtue live in Lucida, Return me back with strokes and railing words, Scratch out my eyes for bringing lewd attempts, But if you mean to try a trick of youth, And vain necessity kills honesty, Here take this gold, but herewithal receive A thousand curses from Sempronios ghost, This halter to dispatch thee, lest thy guilt, Should breed more dishonour in thy father's ears. Who sent thee fellow, to seduce us thus? Fortunio Lucida, a mighty man, But if true virtue govern thy affects, Make thou a marble rock of this white breast, Against the sea of every loved assault. The strangest message that I ever heard, Fortunio showed but little wit in this, To trust his secrets with so severe a man.
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Why, by being alwaies dronke thou ſhalt learne neuer to be ſober. O the vertue of a dronkard is much, he ſpeaks little becauſe he ſleeps much, he ſtands not vpon opinion, for euerie litle ſtraw throwes him not downe: he is not proud, for his head is readie to ſalute euerie poaſt: nor hee is not enuious, for hee teares his ſtomacke open to euerie man, and ſleepes as ſoundly on a donghil as on a downe bed. Mary one thing, he is ſubiect to impatience, for once a daie he ſees the deuill. And truly for that cauſe Ile bleſſe my ſelfe, Ile to the Duke of Millanes campe to my maſter, And there profeſſe beggerie: ſtay thou heere To profeſſe dronkennes: and ſo farewell. Go thou to beggerie, Ile to the butcherie, The prouerbe is true that I tell to you, Tis better to be dronken and drouſie, Than hunger ſtarued and louſie. Come Lucida, here let vs ſit a while, My father is baniſht, and my husband is fled, And that which grieues my hart, my brethren poore, And we not able for to ſuccor them. Good mother ceaſe your plaintes, for heere comes one. Fortunio my maſter mad in loue, Muſt haue this Lucida, or he will die, And I ſuppoſd to be a worldly man, Muſt be a meane, and ſtale to win his loue: But whereas penitent experience pleads for lewd luſt, The lecher neuer thriues, But here bring I the ſacred cheſt of gold, Giftes, which if prouerbs lie not, will tempt the Gods: Yonder ſits chaſtitie at beauties feete, Madames, God ſpeed your works, & ſpeed your frinds And ſpeed your foes, but ſpeed your vertues more. welcome honeſt friend. soft, firſt proue mine honeſtie, And heare my meſſage ere you praiſ me much, And this is it, A lewd and luſtie Lord, Traind vp in idlenes, hath late beheld faire Lucida, And longs to lie with her, And hoping by rewards to win her loue, He ſends this caſconet clogd with gold and pearle, Firſt to Annetta to make her a baud, Next to faire Lucida to make her a whoore, But if Annetta be as chaſt and wiſe, As when ſhe countercheckt Sempronio, If Lelios vertue liue in Lucida, Returne me backe with ſtrokes and railing wordes, Scratch out my eies for bringing lewd attempts, But if you meane to trie a tricke of youth, And vaine neceſſitie kils honeſtie, Here take this golde, but herewithall receiue A thouſand curſes from Sempronios ghoſt, This halter to diſpatch thee, leaſt thy guilt, Should breed more diſhonor in thy fathers eares. Who ſent thee fellow, to ſeduce vs thus? Fortunio Lucida, a mightie man, But if true vertue gouerne thy affects, Make thou a marble rocke of this white breaſt, Againſt the ſea of euerie loued aſſault. The ſtrangeſt meſſage that I euer heard, Fortunio ſhewed but little wit in this, To truſt his ſecrets with ſo ſeuere a man.