Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 490 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
They will assuredly come: may, CARLO (as thou lov'st me) run over 'em all freely to night, 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, culvertine, or any thing what thou willt. 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 of pork enough? I, sir, it is enough. Pork? 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-bon'd-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 Iewes, 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. 'Slight, fed with it, the whoreson strummell, patched, goggle-eyed Grumbledories, would ha' Gigantomachized. Well said, my sweet GEORGE, fill, fill. This savours too much of profanation. O, servetur ad imum, qualis ab incepto processerit, & sibi conflet. 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 nourisment, 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 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, and thrive much better: I refer me to your usurous Cannibals, or such like: but since it is 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 unicorns horn, nor bezoars stone about you? ha? SIr, I would request you, be silent. Nay, to him again.
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They will assuredly come: may, CARLO (as thou lou'st me) run ouer 'hem all freely to night, and especially the knight; spare no sulphurous typed by pfs iest that may come out of that sweatie forge of thine: but ply 'hem with all manner of shot, minion, saker, culvertine, or any thing what thou wilt. I warrant thee, my deare case of petrionels, so I stand not in dread of thee, but that thou'lt second me. Why, my good Germane tapster, I will. What, GEORGE. Lomtero, Lomtero, &c. Did you call, master CARLO? More nectar, GEORGE: Lomtero, &c. Your meat's ready, sir, and your company were come. Is the loyne of porke enough? I, sir, it is enough. Porke? 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 with it too, they would not (like ragged lathes) rub out so many doublets as they doe: but thou know'st not a good dish, thou. O, it's the only nourishing meat in the world. No maruaile though that saucie, stubborne 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 garlicke, and onions. S'light, fed with it, the whorson strummell, patcht, goggle-ey'd Grumbledories, would ha' Gigantomachiz'd. Well said, my sweet GEORGE, fill, fill. This sauours too much of prophanation. O, seruetur ad imum, qualis ab incepto processerit, & sibi conflet. The necessite of his vaine compels a toleration: for, barre this, and dash him out of humour, before his time. 'Tis an Axiome in naturall philosophie, What comes neerest the nature of that it feeds, conuerts quicker to nourisment, and doth sooner essentiate. Now nothing in flesh, and entrailes, assimulates or resembles man more, then a hog, or swine— True; and hee (to requite their courtesie) oftentimes d'offeth his owne nature, and puts on theirs; as when hee becomes as churlish as a hog, or as drunke as a sow: but to your conclusion. Mary, I say, nothing resembling man more then 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, and thriue much better: I referre me to your vsurous Cannibals, or such like: but since it is so contrary, porke, porke, is your only feed. I take it, your deuill be of the same diet; he would ne're ha' desir'd to beene incorporated into swine else. O, here comes the melancholy messe: vpon 'hem CARLO, charge, charge. 'Fore god, sir PVNTARVOLO, I am sorry for your heauinesse: body a me, a shrewd mischance! why, had you no vnicornes horne, nor bezoars stone about you? ha? SIr, I would request you, be silent. Nay, to him againe.