The Scottish History of James the Fourth · chunk 15 of 40
Greene, Robert · published 1598 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) romance · Unknown unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Sirrah go fetch him drink, how likest thou this? Like it Mistress? why this is quincy quarie pepper de watchet, single goby, of all that ever I tasted: I'll prove in this Ale and tossed, the compass of the whole world. First this is the earth, it ties in the middle a fair brown tossed, a goodly country for hungry teeth to dwell upon: next this is the sea, a fair pool for a dry tongue to fish in: now come I, & seeing the world is nought, I divide it thus, & because the sea cannot stand without the earth, as Arist. saith, I put them both into their first Chaos which is my belly, and so mistress you may see your ale is become a miracle. A merry mate madam I promise you. Why sigh you sirrah? Truly Madam, to think upon the world, which since I denounced, it keeps such a rumbling in my stomach, that unless your Cook give it a counterbuff with some of your roasted Capons or beef, I fear me I shall become a loose body, so dainty I think, I shall neither hold fast before nor behind. Go take him in and feast this merry swain, sirrah, my cook is your physician. He hath a purge for to digest the world. Will you not, Ida, grant his highness this? As I have said, in duty I am his: For other lawless lusts, that ill beseem him, I cannot like, and good I will not deem him. Ida come in, and sir if so you please, Come take a homely widows entertain. If he have no great haste, he may come nigh. If haste, though he be gone, I will not cry. I see this labour lost, my hope in vain, Yet will I try another drift again. Oh wrack of Commonweal! Oh wretched state! Oh hapless flock whereas the guide is blind? Oh heedless youth, where counsel is despised. Come pretty knave, and prank it by my side. Let's see your best attendance out of hand. madam although my limbs are very small, My heart is good, i'll serve you there withal. How if I were assailed, what couldst thou do? madam call help, and boldly fight it to, Although a Bee be but a little thing: You know fair Queen, it hath a bitter sting. How couldst thou do me good were I in grief? Counsel dear Princes, is a choice relief. Though Nestor wanted force, great was his wit, And though I am but weak, my words are fit. Like to a ship upon the Ocean seas, tossed in the doubtful stream without a helm, Such is a Monarch without good advice, I am over heard, cast rain upon thy tongue, Andrew's beware, reproof will breed a scar. Good day my Lord. Lord Morton well ymet: Whereon deems Lord Douglas all this while?
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Sirrha go fetch him drinke, how likest thou this? Like it Mistresse? why this is quincy quarie pepper de watchet, single goby, of all that euer I tasted: Ile prooue in this Ale and tost, the compasse of the whole world. First this is the earth, it ties in the middle a faire browne tost, a goodly countrie for hungrie teeth to dwell vpon: next this is the sea, a fair poole for a drie tōgue to fish in: now come I, & seing the world is naught, I diuide it thus, & because the sea cānot stand without the earth, as Arist. saith, I put thē both into their first Chaos which is my bellie, and so mistresse you may see your ale is become a myracle. A merrie mate Madame I promise you. Why sigh you sirrah? Trulie Madam, to think vppon the world, which since I denoūced, it keepes such a rumbling in my stomack, that vnlesse your Cooke giue it a counterbuffe with some of your rosted Capons or beefe, I feare me I shal become a loose body, so daintie I thinke, I shall neither hold fast before nor behinde. Go take him in and feast this merrie swaine, Syrrha, my cooke is your phisitian. He hath a purge for to disiest the world. Will you not, Ida, grant his highnesse this? As I haue said, in dutie I am his: For other lawlesse lusts, that ill beseeme him, I cannot like, and good I will not deeme him. Ida come in, and sir if so you please, Come take a homelie widdowes intertaine. If he haue no great haste, he may come nye. If haste, tho he be gone, I will not crie. I see this labour lost, my hope in vaine, Yet will I trie an other drift againe. Oh wrack of Cōmon-weale! Oh wretched state! Oh haplesse flocke whereas the guide is blinde? Oh heedlesse youth, where counsaile is dispis'd. Come prettie knaue, and prank it by my side. Lets see your best attendaunce out of hande. Madame altho my lims are very small, My heart is good, ile serue you there withall. How if I were assaild, what couldst thou do? Madame call helpe, and boldly fight it to, Altho a Bee be but a litle thing: You know faire Queen, it hath a bitter sting. How couldst thou do me good were I in greefe? Counsell deare Princes, is a choyce releefe. Tho Nestor wanted force, great was his wit, And tho I am but weake, my words are fit. Like to a ship vpon the Ocean seas, Tost in the doubtfull streame without a helme, Such is a Monarke without good aduice, I am ore heard, cast raine vpon thy tongue, Andrewes beware, reproofe will breed a scar. Good day my Lord. Lord Morton well ymet: Whereon deemes Lord Douglas all this while?