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 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
I warrant thee my dear Case of petronels, so I stand not in dread of thee, but that thou'lt second me. Why my good German Tapster, I will. What George. Lomtero, Lomtero, etc. Did you call, Master Carlo? More Nectar, George: Lomtero, etc. Your meat's ready sir and your company were come. Is the Loin a Pork enough? I Sir, it is enough? Pork? S'heart what dost thou with such a greasy Dish; I think thou dost Varnish thy face with the fat on't, it looks so like a gluepot. True, my Raw-boned Rogue: and if thou wouldst farce thy lean Ribs with it too, they would not (like ragged Lathes) rub out so many Doublets as they do: but thou know'st not a good Dish, thou. O, it's the only nourishing meat in the world: No marvel though that saucy stubborn Generation the Jews, were forbidden it: for what would they ha' done, well pampered with fat Pork, that durst murmur at their maker out of Garlic and Onions. 'sblood fed with it, the horion strummell patched, Goggle-eyed Grumble doryes, would ha' Gigantomachized. Well said my sweet George, fill, fill. This savours too much of Profanation. O servetur ad imum, qualis ab incepto processerit, & sibo constet. The necessity of his vain compels a toleration: for, bar this, and dash him out of Humour before his time. 'Tis an Axiom in Natural Philosophy, What comes nearest the Nature of that it feeds, converts quicker to nourishment, and doth sooner essentiate. Now nothing in Flesh and Entrails, assimulates or resembles Man more, than a Hog or Swine. True; and he (to requite their courtesy) oftentimes doffeth off his own Nature, and puts on theirs; as when he becomes as churlish as a Hog, or as drunk as a Sow: but to your conclusion. Marry I say, nothing resembling Man more than a Swine, it follows, nothing can be more nourishing: for indeed (but that it abhors from our nice Nature) if we fed one upon another, we should shoot up a great deal faster, & thrive much better: I refer me to your Long-lane Cannibals, or such like: but since 'tis so contrary; Pork, Pork; is your only feed. I take it your Devil be of the same Diet; he would ne'er ha' desired to been incorporated into Swine else. O here comes the Melancholy mess: upon 'em Carlo, charge, charge. 'Fore God sir Puntarvolo, I am sorry for your heaviness; Body a me, a shrewd mischance: why had you no Unicorn horn, nor Bezars stone about you? ha? Sir, I would request you be silent. Nay, to him again. Take comfort good Knight, if your Cat ha' recovered her Cataract, fear nothing; your dogs mischance may be holpen. Say how (sweet Carlo) for so God mend me, the poor Knights moans draw me into fellowship of his misfortunes. But be not discouraged good sir Puntarvolo, I am content your adventure shall be performed upon your Cat.
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I warrant thee my deare Case of Petrionels, so I stand not in dread of thee, but that thou'lt second me. VVhy my good Germane Tapster, I will. VVhat George. Lomtero, Lomtero, &c. Did you call, Master Carlo? More Nctar, George: Lomtero, &c. Your meat's readie sir and your companie were come. Is the Loine a Porke enough? I Sir, it is enough? Porke? S'heart what dost thou with such a greasie Dish; I thinke thou dost Varnish thy face with the fat on't, it lookes so like a Glew-pot. True, my Raw-bon'd Rogue: and if thou would'st farce thy leane Ribs wth it too, they would not (like ragged Lathes) rub out so many Dublets as they do: but thou know'st not a good Dish, thou. O, it's the only nourishing meat in the world: No maruaile though that saucie stubbrne Generation the Iewes, were forbidden it: for what would they ha' done, well pamper'd with fat Porke, that durst murmure at their maker out of Garlike and Onions. Slood fed with it, the strummell pacht, Goggle-ey'd Grumble doryes, would ha' Gigantomachiz'd. VVell said my sweet George, fill, fill. This sauours too much of Prophanation. O servetur ad imum, qualis ab incepto processerit, & sibo constet. The necessitie of his vaine compels a tolleratiō: for, barre this, and dash him out of Humor before his time. 'Tis an Axiome in Naturall Philosophie, What comes nearest the Nature of that it feeds, conuerts quicker to nourishment, and doth sooner essentiate. Now nothing in Flesh and Entrailes, assimulates or resembles Man more, than a Hog or Swine. True; and hee (to requite their courtesie) oftentimes d'offeth off his owne Nature, and puts on theirs; as when hee becomes as churlish as a Hogge, or as drunke as a Sow: but to your conclusion. Marry I say, nothing resembling Man more than a Swine, it followes, nothing can be more nourishing: for indeed (but that it abhorres from our nice Nature) if we fed one vpon another, we should shoot vp a great deale faster, & thrie much better: I referre me to your Long-lae Cannibals, or such like: but since 'tis so contrarie; Porke, Porke; is your only feed. I take it your Deuill be of the same Diet; hee would ne're ha' desir'd to been incorporated into Swine else. O here comes the Melancholly messe: vpō 'hem Carlo, charge, charge. 'Fore God sir Puntarvolo, I am sorie for your heauinesse; Bodie a mee, a shrewd mischaunce: why had you no Vnicorne horne, nor Bzars stone about you? ha? Sir, I would request you be silent. Nay, to him againe. Take comfort good Knight, if your Cat ha'recouered her Cataract, feare nothing; your Dogges mischaunce may be holpen. Say how (sweet Carlo) for so God mend me, the poore Knights mones draw mee into fellowship of his misfortunes. But be not discouraged good sir Puntarvolo, I am content your aduenture shall be perform'd vpon your Cat.