Jonson, Ben · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
By Iesu you do put me in mind now of a very necessary office, which I will propose in your pledge sir: The health of that Honourable Countess, and the sweet Lady that sat by her sir. I do vail to it with reuerence. And now Signior, with these Ladies, I'le be bold to mixe the health of your Diuine Mistresse. Doe you know her sir? O Lord sir, ay, and in the respectful memory and mention of her, I could wish this Wine were the most precious drug in the world. Good faith sir, you do honour mein 'texceedingly. Whom should he personate in this, signor? Faith I know not sir, observe, observe him. If it were the basest filth or mud that runs in the channel, I am bound to pledge it by God sir. And now sir, here is again a replenished bowl sir, which I will reciprocally return upon you to the health of the Count Frugal. The Count Frugales health sir? I'le pledge it on my knees by Iesu. Will you sir? Ile drinke it on my knees then, by the Lord. Why this is strange. Ha' you heard a better drunken Dialogue? Nay, do me right Sir. So I doe in good faith. Good faith you doe not; mine was fuller. Why by Iesu it was not. By Iesu it was, and you doe lie. Lie sir. I Sir. S'wounds you Rascall. O, come, stabbe if you haue a mind to it. Stabbe? dost thou thinke I dare not? Nay, I beseech you Gentlemen, what meanes this; nay looke, for shame respect your Reputations. Why how now Carlo; what humour's this? O my good Mischief, art thou come? where are the rest? where are the rest? Faith three of our Ordinance are burst. Burst? how comes that? Faith overcharged, overcharged. But did not the train hold? O yes, and the poor Lady is irrecoverably blown up. Why, but which of the Munition is miscarried? ha? Imprimis, Sir Puntarvolo: next, the Countenance, and Resolution. How? how for thes love of God? Troth the Resolution is proved Recreant; the Countenance hath changed his Copy; and the Passionate Knight, is shedding Funeral tears over his departed Dog. What's his Dog dead? Poisoned 'tis thought: mary how, or by whom, that's left for some Cunning woman here o' the Bankside to resolve: For my part, I know nothing, more than that we are like to have an exceeding Melancholy Supper of it. S'life, and I had purposed to be extraordinarily merry: I had drunk off a good preparative of old Sack here: but will they come, will they come? They will assuredly come: marry Carlo (as thou lov'st me) run over 'em all freely tonight, and especially the Knight; spare no Sulphurous jest that may come out of that sweaty Forge of thine, but ply 'em with all manner of Shot, Minion, Saker, culverin, or any thing what thou wilt.
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By Iesu you ce put me in mind now of a very necessarie office, which I wil propose in your pledge sir: The health of that Honorable Countesse, and the sweet Ladie that sat by her sir. I do vail to it with reuerence. And now Signior, with these Ladies, I'le be bold to mixe the health of your Diuine Mistresse. Doe you know her sir? O Lord sir, I, and in the respectfull memorie and mention of her, I could wish this VVine were the most is drugge in the world. Good faith sir, you do honor me exceedingly. VVhome should he personate in this, Signior? Faith I know not sir, obserue, obserue him. If it were the basest filth or mudde that runnes in the channell, I am bound to pledge it by God sir. And now sir, here is againe a replenisht bowle sir, which I will reciprocally returne vpon you to the health of the Count Frugale. The Count Frugales health sir? I'le pledge it on my knees by Iesu. VVill you sir? Ile drinke it on my knees then, by the Lord. VVhy this is strange. Ha' you heard a better drunken Dialogue? Nay, do me right Sir. So I doe in good faith. Good faith you doe not; mine was fuller. VVhy by Iesu it was not. By Iesu it was, and you doe lie. Lie sir. I Sir. S'wounds you Rascall. O, come, stabbe if you haue a mind to it. Stabbe? dost thou thinke I dare not? Nay, I beseech you Gentlemen, what meanes this; nay looke, for shame respect your Reputations. VVhy how now Carlo; what Humor's this? O my good Mischiefe, art thou come? where are the est? where are the rest? Faith three of our Ordinance are burst. Burst? how comes that? Faith ouer-charg'd, ouer-charg'd. But did not the traine hold? O yes, and the poore Ladie is irrecouerably blown vp. VVhy, but which of the Munition is miscarried? ha? Imprimis, Sir Puntarvolo: next, the Countenance, and Resolution. How? how for thes loue of God? Troth the Resolution is proou'd Recreant; the Countenance hath chang'd his Coppie; and the Passionate Knight, is shedding Funerall teares ouer his departed Dogge. VVhat's his Dogge dead? Poison'd 'tis thought: mary how, or by whom, that's left for some Cunning woman here o' the Banke-side to resolue: For my part, I know nothing, more than that wee are like to haue an exceeding Melancholly Supper of it. S'life, and I had purpos'd to be extraordinarily merry: I had drunke off a good Preparatiue of old Sacke here: but will they come, will they come? They will assuredly come: marry Carlo (as thoulou'st me) runne ouer 'hem all freely to night, and especially the Knight; spare no Sulphurous jest that may come out of that sweatie Forge of thine, but ply 'hem with all manner of Shot, Minion, Saker, Culverine, or any thing what thou wilt.