Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
How, so far. Not an inch further, but hark you Kate, Wither I go, thither shall you go too: To day will I set forth, to morrow you, Will this content you Kate? It must of force. Ned, prithee come out of that fat room, and lend me thy hand to laugh a little. Where hast been Hal? With three or four loggerheades, amongst three or fourscore hogsheads. I have sounded the very base string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn brother to a leash of drawers, and can call them all by their christian names, as Tom, Dick, and Francis, they take it already upon their salvation, that though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the king of Courtesy, and tell me flatly I am no proud Iacke like Falstalffe, but a Corinthian, a lad of metal, a good boy (by the Lord so they call me) and when I am king of England I shall command all the good lads in Eastcheap. They call drinking deep, dying scarlet, and when you breath in your watering they cry 'em, and bid you play it off. To conclude, I am so good a proficient in one quarter of an hour that I can drink with any Tinker in his own language, during my life. I tell thee Ned thou hast lost much honour, that thou wert not with me in this action; but sweet Ned, to sweeten which name of Ned, I give thee this pennyworth of sugar, clapped even now into my hand by an under-skinker, one that never spoke other English in his life then eight shillings and six pence, and you are welcome, with this shrill addition, anon, anon sir; score a pint of bastard in the half moon, or so. But Ned, to drive away the time till Falstalffe come: I prithee do thou stand in some by-room, while I question my puny drawer to what end he gave me the sugar, and do thou never leave calling Frances, that his tale to me may be nothing but anon, step aside and i'll show thee a present. Frances. Thou art perfect. Frances. Anon, anon sir. Look down into the pomegranate, Ralphe. Come hither Frances. My Lord. How long hast thou to serve Frances? Forsooth five years, and as much as to. Frances. Anon, anon sir. Five year, berlady a long lease for the clinking of pewter; but Frances, darest thou be so valiant, as to play the coward with thy Indenture, and show it a fair pair of heels, and run from it? O Lord sir, i'll be sworn upon all the books in England, I could find in my heart. Frances. Anon sir. How old art thou Frances? Let me see, about Michaelmas next I shall be. Frances. Anon sir, pray stay a little my Lord.
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How, so far. Not an inch further, but harke you Kate, Whither I go, thither shal you go too: To day will I set forth, to morrow you, Will this content you Kate? It must of force. Ned, preethe come out of that fat roome, and lende me thy hand to laugh a little. Where hast bin Hal? With three or foure loggerheades, amongest three or fourescore hogsheades. I haue sounded the verie base string of humilitie. Sirrha, I am sworne brother to a leash of drawers, and can call them all by their christen names, as Tom, Dicke, and Francis, they take it already vpon their saluation, that though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the king of Curtesie, and tel me flaly I am no proud Iacke like Falstalffe, but a Corinthian, a lad of metall, a good boy (by the Lord so they call me) and when I am king of England I shall command all the good lads in East-cheape. They call drinking deepe, dying scarlet, and when you breath in your watering they cry hem, and bid you play it off. To conclude, I am so good a proficiēt in one quarter of an houre that I can drinke with any Tinker in his owne language, during my life. I tell thee Ned thou hast lost much honour, that thou wrt not with me in this action; but sweete Ned▪ to sweeten which name of Ned, I giue thee this peniworth of sugar, clapt euen now into my hand by an vnderskinker, one that neuer spake oher English in his life then eight shillings and sixe pence, and you are welcome, with this shrill addition, anon, anon sir; skore a pint of bastard in the halfe mne, or so. But Ned, to driue awaie the time till Falstalffe come: I preethe doe thou stande in some by-roome, while I question my puny drawer to what end he gaue me the sugar, and do thou neuer leaue calling Frances, that his tale to me may bee nothing but anon, step aside and ile shew thee a present. Frances. Thou art perfect. Frances. Anon, anon sir. Looke downe into the Pomgarnet, Ralphe. Come hether Frances. My Lord. How long hast thou to serue Frances? Forsoth fiue yeeres, and as much as to▪ Frances. Anon, anon sir. Fiue yeare, berlady a long lease for the clinking of pewter; but Frances, daret thou be so valiant, as to play the cowarde with thy Indenture, and shewe it a faire paire of heeles, and run from it? O Lord sir, ile be sworne vpon all the bookes in England, I could find in my hart. Frances. Anon sir. How old art thou Frances? Let me see, about Michelmas next I shalb. Frances. Anon sir, pray stay a little my Lord.