Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
And is it not well served into a Sweet-Goose? Oh here's a wit of Chevril, that stretches from an inch narrow, to an ell broad. I stretch it out for that word, broad, which added to the Goose, proves thee far and wide, abroad Goose. Why is not this better now, then groaning for Love, now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo: now art thou what thou art, by Art as well as by Nature, for this drivelling Love is like a great Natural, that runs lolling up and down to hid his babble in a hole. Stop there, stop there. Thou desir'st me to stop in my tale against the hair. Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large. O thou art deceived, I would have made it short, or I was come to the whole depth of my tale, and meant indeed to occupy the argument no longer. Here's goodly gear. A sail, a sail. Two, two: a Shirt and a Smock. Peter? Anon. My Fan Peter? Good Peter to hide her face? For her Fans the fairer face? God ye good morrow Gentlemen. God ye gooden fair Gentlewoman. Is it gooden? 'Tis no less I tell you: for the bawdy hand of the Dial is now upon the prick of Noon. Out upon you: what a man are you? One Gentlewoman, That God hath made, himself to mar. By my troth it is said, for himself to, mar quatha: Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo? I can tell you: but young Romeo will be older when you have found him, than he was when you sought him: I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse. You say well. Yea is the worst well, Very well took: I faith, wisely, wisely. If you be he sir, I desire some confidence with you? She will indite him to some Supper. A bawd, a bawd, a bawd. So no. What hast thou found? No Hare sir, unless a Hare sir in a Lenten pie, that is something stolen and hoar ere it be spent. An old Hare hoar, and an old Hare whore is very good meat in Lent. But a Hare that is hoar is too much for a score, when it hoares ere it be spent, Romeo will you come to your Fathers? we'll to dinner thither. I will follow you. Farewell ancient Lady: Farewell Lady, Lady, Lady. I pray you sir, what saucy Merchant was this that was so full of his ropery? A Gentleman Nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute, than he will stand to in a Month. And a speak any thing against me, I'll take him down, & a were lustier than he is, and twenty such jacks: and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall: scurvy knave, I am none of his flurt-gils, I am none of his skeins mates, and thou must stand by too and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure.
seed 43: T27 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
And is it not well ſeru'd into a Sweet-Gooſe? Oh here's a wit of Cheuerell, that ſtretches from an ynch narrow, to an ell broad. I ſtretch it out for that word, broad, which added to the Gooſe, proues thee farre and wide, abroad Gooſe. Why is not this better now, then groning for Loue, now art thou ſociable, now art thou Romeo: now art thou what thou art, by Art as well as by Nature, for this driueling Loue is like a great Naturall, that runs lolling vp and downe to hid his bable in a hole. Stop there, ſtop there. Thou deſir'ſt me to ſtop in my tale againſt the haire. Thou would'ſt elſe haue made thy tale large. O thou art deceiu'd, I would haue made it ſhort, or I was come to the whole depth of my tale, and meant indeed to occupie the argument no longer. Here's goodly geare. A ſayle, a ſayle. Two, two: a Shirt and a Smocke. Peter? Anon. My Fan Peter? Good Peter to hide her face? For her Fans the fairer face? God ye good morrow Gentlemen. God ye gooden faire Gentlewoman. Is it gooden? 'Tis no leſſe I tell you: for the bawdy hand of the Dyall is now vpon the pricke of Noone. Out vpon you: what a man are you? One Gentlewoman, That God hath made, himſelfe to mar. By my troth it is ſaid, for himſelfe to, mar quatha: Gentlemen, can any of you tel me where I may find the young Romeo? I can tell you: but young Romeo will be older when you haue found him, then he was when you ſought him: I am the youngeſt of that name, for fault of a worſe. You ſay well. Yea is the worſt well, Very well tooke: I faith, wiſely, wiſely. If you be he ſir, I deſire ſome confidence with you? She will endite him to ſome Supper. A baud, a baud, a baud. So no. What haſt thou found? No Hare ſir, vnleſſe a Hare ſir in a Lenten pie, that is ſomething ſtale and hoare ere it be ſpent. An old Hare hoare, and an old Hare hoare is very good meat in Lent. But a Hare that is hoare is too much for a ſcore▪ when it hoares ere it be ſpent, Romeo will you come to your Fathers? Weele to dinner thither. I will follow you. Farewell auncient Lady: Farewell Lady, Lady, Lady. I pray you ſir, what ſawcie Merchant was this that was ſo full of his roperie? A Gentleman Nurſe, that loues to heare himſelfe talke, and will ſpeake more in a minute, then he will ſtand to in a Moneth. And a ſpeake any thing againſt me, Ile take him downe, & a were luſtier then he is, and twentie ſuch Iacks: and if I cannot, Ile finde thoſe that ſhall: ſcuruie knaue, I am none of his flurt-gils, I am none of his skaines mates, and thou muſt ſtand by too and ſuffer euery knaue to vſe me at his pleaſure.