Nashe, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1592 (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Plough-swains are blunt, and will taunt bitterly. Harvest, when all is done, thou art the man, Thou dost me the best service of them all: Rest from thy labours till the year renews, And let the husbandmen sing of thy praise. Rest from my labours, and let the husbandmen sing of my praise? Nay, we do not mean to rest so; by your leave, we'll have a largesse amongst you, ere we part. A largesse, a largesse, a largesse. Is there no man that will give them a hiss for a largesse? No, that there is not, goodman Lundgis: I see, charity waxeth cold, and I think this house be her habitation, for it is not very hot; we were as good even put up our pipes, and sing Merry, merry, for we shall get no money. Merry, merry, merry, cheery, cheery, cheery, troll the black bowl to me: heigh derry, derry, with a poop and a lerrie, I'll troll it again to thee: Hookie, bookie, we haue shorne and we haue bound, And we have brought harvest home to town. Well, go thy ways, thou bundle of straw; I'll give thee this gift, thou shalt be a Clown while thou liv'st. As lusty as they are, they run on the score with George's wife for their posset, and God knows who shall pay goodman Yeoman's, for his wheat sheaf: they may sing well enough, troll the black bowl to me, troll the black bowl to me: for, a hundredth to one, but they will be all drunk, ere they go to bed: yet, of a slavering fool, that hath no conceit in any thing, but in carrying a wand in his hand, with commendation when he runneth by the high way side, this stripling Harvest hath done reasonable well. O that somebody had had the wit to set his thatched suit on fire, and so lighted him out: If I had had but a jet ring on my finger, I might have done with him what I list; I had spoiled him, I had took his apparel prisoner; for it being made of straw, & the nature of let, to draw straw unto it, I would have nailed him to the pommel of my chair, till the play were done, and then have carried him to my chamber door, and laid him at the threshold as a wisp, or a piece of mat. to wipe my shoes on, every time I come up dirty. Vertumnus, call Bacchus. Bacchus, Baccha, Bacchum, god Bacchus, god fat-back, Baron of double beer, and bottle ale, come in & show thy nose that is nothing pale: back, back there, god barrelbelly may enter. monsieur Mingo, for quaffing doth surpass, In Cup, in Can, or glass. God Bacchus do me right, And dub me knight Domingo. Wherefore didst thou call me, Vertumnus? hast any drink to give me? One of you hold my ass while I light: walk him up and down the hall, till I talk a word or two.
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Plough-swaynes are blunt, and will taunt bitterly. Haruest, when all is done, thou art the man, Thou doest me the best seruice of them all: Rest from thy labours till the yeere renues, And let the husbandmen sing of thy prayse. Rest from my labours, and let the husbandmen sing of my prayse? Nay, we doe not meane to rest so; by your leaue, we'le haue a largesse amongst you, e're we part. A largesse, a largesse, a largesse. Is there no man that will giue them a hisse for a largesse? No, that there is not, goodman Lundgis: I see, charitie waxeth cold, and I thinke this house be her habitatiō, for it is not very hot; we were as good euen put vp our pipes, and sing Merry, merry, for we shall get no money. Merry, merry, merry, cheary, cheary, cheary, Trowle the blacke bowle to me: Hey derry, derry, with a poupe and a lerrie, Ile trowle it againe to thee: Hookie, bookie, we haue shorne and we haue bound, And we haue brought haruest home to towne. Well, go thy waies, thou bundle of straw; Ile giue thee this gift, thou shalt be a Clowne while thou liu'st. As lustie as they are, they run on the score with Georges wife for their posset, and God knowes who shal pay goodman Yeomans, for his wheat sheafe: they may sing well enough, Trowle the blacke bowle to mee, trowle the blacke bowle to mee: for, a hundreth to one, but they will bee all drunke, e're they goe to bedde: yet, of a slauering foole, that hath no conceyte in any thing, but in carrying a wand in his hand, with commendation when he runneth by the high way side, this stripling Haruest hath done reasonable well. O that some bodie had had the wit to set his thatcht suite on fire, and so lighted him out: If I had had but a Iet ring on my finger, I might haue done with him what I list; I had spoild him, I had tooke his apparrell prisoner; for it being made of straw, & the nature of let, to draw straw vnto it, I would haue nailde him to the pommell of my chaire, till the play were done, and then haue carried him to my chamber dore, and laide him at the threshold as a wispe, or a piece of mat, to wipe my shooes on, euerie time I come vp durtie. Vertumnus, call Bacchus. Bacchus, Baccha, Bacchum, god Bacchus, god fatbacke, Baron of dubble beere, and bottle ale, come in & shew thy nose that is nothing pale: backe, backe there, god barrellbellie may enter. Mounsieur Mingo, for quaeffing doth surpasse, In Cuppe, in Canne, or glasse. God Bacchus doe mee right, And dubbe mee knight Domingo. Wherefore didst thou call mee, Vertumnus? hast any drinke to giue mee? One of you hold my Asle while I light: walke him vp and downe the hall, till I talke a word or two.