Jonson, Ben · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
'Fore God I am so Melancholy for his dog's disaster, but I'll go. Faith and I may go too, but I know I shall be so Melancholy. Tush, Melancholy? you must forget that now, and remember you lie at the mercy of a Fury: Carlo will rack your sinews asunder, and rail you to dust if you come not. O then their fear of Carlo be like, makes them hold their meeting. ay, here he comes: conceive him but to be entered the Mitre, and 'tis enough. Holla: where be these Shot-sharks? By and by: you're welcome good Master Buffone. Where's George? call me George hither quickly. What wine please you have Sir? I'll draw you that's neat Master Buffone. Away neophyte, do as I bid; bring my dear George to me: Mass here he comes. Welcome Master Carlo. What's Supper ready, George? ay sir, almost: will you have the cloth laid, Master Carlo? O, what else: are none of the Gallants come yet? None yet sir. Stay, take me with you George: let me have a good fat loin of Pork laid to the fire presently. It shall sir. And withal, hear you? draw me the biggest shaft you have out of the But you wot of: away, you know my meaning George, quick. Done sir. 'sblood, I never hungered so much for thing in my life, as I do to know our Gallants success at the Court: now is that lean Bald-rib Macilente, that salt Villain, plotting some mischievous device, and lies a soaking in their frothy Humours like a dry crust, till he has drunk 'em all up: could the Kecks but hold up's eyes at other men's happiness in any reasonable proportion, 'Slid the slave were to be loved next Heaven, above Honour, Wealth, rich Fare, Apparel, Wenches, all the delights of the Belly, and the Groin, whatever. Here Master Carlo. Is't right, Boy? ay sir, I assure you 'tis right. Well said my dear George, depart: Come, my small gimlet, you in the false scabbard, away; so: Now to you sir Burgomaster, let's taste of your Bounty. What, will he deal upon such quantities of Wine alone. You shall perceive that sir. I marry sir, here's purity: O George, I could bite off thy nose for this now: Sweet Rogue, he has drawn Nectar, the very Soul of the Grape: I'll wash my temples with some on't presently, and drink some half a score draughts; 'twill heat the brain, kindle my Imagination, I shall talk nothing but Crackers and Firework tonight. So sir; Please you to be here sir, and I here: So. This is worth the observation, signor. Now sir, here's to you; and I present you with so much of my love. I take it kindly from you Sir. And will return you the like proportion: but withal sir, remembering the merry night we had at the Countesses; you know where sir.
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'Fore God I am so Melancholly for his Dogs disaster, but I'le goe. Faith and I may goe too, but I know I shall be so Melancholly. Tush, Melancholly? you must forget that now, and remember you lie at the mercie of a Furie: Carlo will racke your sinews asunder, and raile you to dust if you come not. O then their feare of Carlo be like, makes them hold their meeting. I, here he comes: conceiue him but to be enter'd the Mitre, and 'tis enough. Holla: where be these Shot-sharkes? By and by: you're welcome good Master Buffone. VVhere's George? call me George hither quickly. VVhat wine please you haue Sir? I'le draw you that's neat Master Buffone. Away Neophite, doe as I bid; bring my deare George to me: Masse here he comes. VVelcome Master Carlo. VVhat's Supper readie, George? I sir, almost: will you haue the cloath laid, Master Carlo? O, what else: are none of the Gallants come yet? None yet sir. Stay, take me with you George: let me haue a good fat Loyne of Porke laid to the fire presently. It shall sir. And withall, heare you? draw me the biggest shaft you haue out of the But you wot of: away, you know my meaning George, quicke. Done sir. Sbloud, I neuer hungred so much for thing in my life, as I doe to know our Gallants successe at the Court: now is that leane Bald-rib Macilente, that salt Villaine, plotting some mischieuous deuise, and lyes a soaking in their frothy Humors like a dry crust, till e has drunke 'hem all vp: could the Keks but hold vp's eyes at other mens happinesse in any reasonable proportion, S'lid the laue were to be loued next Heauen, aboue Honour, VVealth, rich Fare, Apparell, VVenches, all the delights of the Belly, and the Groine, whateuer. Here Master Carlo. Ist right, Boy? I sir, I assure you 'tis right. VVell said my deare George, depart: Come, my small Gymblet, you in the false scabberd, away; so: Now to you sir Burgomaster, let's tast of your Bountie. VVhat, will he deale vpon such quantities of VVine alone. You shall perceiue that sir. I marry sir, here's puritie▪ O George, I could bite off thy nose for this now: Sweet Rogue, hee has drawne Nectar, the very Soule of the Grape: I'le wash my temples with some on't presently, and drinke some halfe a score draughts; 'twill heat the Brame, kindle my Imagination, I shall talke nothing but Crackers and Fire-worke to night. So sir; Please you to be here sir, and I here: So. This is worth the obseruation, Signior. Now sir, here's to you; and I present you with so much of my loue. I take it kindly from you Sir. And will return you the like proportion: but withall sir, remembring the merrie night we had at the Countesses; you know where sir.