Nashe, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1592 (Annals) comedy · Unknown T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns typicality 0.82 · 531 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Now on my honour, Sim Summer, thou art a bad member, a dunce, a mongrel, to discredit so worshipful an art after this order. Thou hast cursed me, and I will bless thee: Never cup of Nipitaty in London, come near thy niggardly habitation. I beseech the gods of good fellowship, thou mayst fall into a consumption with drinking small beer. Every day mayst thou eat fish, and let it stick in the midst of thy maw, for want of a cup of wine to swim away in. Venison be Venenum to thee: & may that Vintner have the plague in his house, that sells thee a drop of claret to kill the poison of it. As many wounds mayst thou have, as Caesar had in the Senate house, and get no white wine to wash them with: And to conclude, pine away in melancholy and sorrow, before thou hast the fourth part of a dram of my juice to cheer up thy spirits. Hale him away, he barketh like a wolf, It is his drink, not he that rails on us. Nay soft, brother Summer, back with that foot, here is a snuff in the bottom of the Iack, enough to light a man to bed withal, we'll leave no flocks behind us whatsoever we do. Go drag him hence I say when I command. Since we must needs go, let's go merrily. Farewell, sir Robert toss-pot: sing amain, monsieur Myngo, whilst I mount up my Ass. Of all gods, this Bacchus is the ill-favourd'st misshapen god that ever I saw. A pox on him, he hath christened me with a new nickname of sir Robert toss-pot, that will not part from me this twelvemonth. Ned fools clothes are so perfumed with the beer he poured on me, that there shall not be a Dutchman within 20 mile, but he'll smell out & claim kindred of him. What a beastly thing is it, to bottle up ale in a man's belly, when a man must set his guts on a gallon pot last, only to purchase the alehouse title of a boon companion? Carouse, pledge me and you dare: S'wounds, i'll drink with thee for all that ever thou art worth. It is even as 2. men should strive who should run furthest into the sea for a wager. methinks these are good household terms; Will it please you to be here, sir? I commend me to you: shall I be so bold as trouble you? saving your tale I drink to you. And if these were put in practice but a year or two in taverns, wine would soon fall from six and twenty pound a tun, and be beggars money, a penny a quart, and take up his Inn with waste beer in the alms tub. I am a sinner as others: I must not say much of this argument. Every one when he is whole, can give advice to them that are sick. My masters, you that be good fellows, get you into corners, and soup off your provender closely: report hath a blister on her tongue: open taverns are tell-tales. Non peccat, quicunque potest peccasse negare.
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Now on my honor, Sim Summer, thou art a bad member, a Dunse, a mungrell, to discredit so worshipfull an arte after this order. Thou hast curst me, and I will blesse thee: Neuer cup of Nipitaty in London, come neere thy niggardly habitation. I beseech the gods of good fellowship, thou maist fall into a consumption with drinking smal beere. Euery day maist thou eate fish, and let it sticke in the midst of thy maw, for want of a cup of wine to swim away in. Venison be Venenum to thee: & may that Vintner haue the plague in his house, that sels thee a drop of claret to kill the poyson of it. As many wounds maist thou haue, as Casar had in the Senate house, and get no white wine to wash them with: And to conclude, pine away in melancholy and sorrow, before thou hast the fourth part of a dramme of my Iuice to cheare vp thy spirits. Hale him away, he barketh like a wolfe, It is his drinke, not hee that rayles on vs. Nay soft, brother Summer, back with that foote, here is a snuffe in the bottome of the Iack, inough to light a man to bed withall, wee'le leaue no flocks behind vs whatsoeuer wee doe. Go dragge him hence I say when I commaund. Since we must needs goe, let's goe merrily. Farewell, sir Robert Tosse-pot: sing amayne, Mounsieur Myngo, whilest I mount vp my Asse. Of all gods, this Bacchus is the ill-fauourd'st misshapen god that euer I sawe. A poxe on him, he hath cristned me with a newe nickname of sir Robert Tosse-pot, that will not part frō me this twelmonth. Ned fooles clothes are so perfumde with the beere he powrd on me, that there shall not be a Dutchmā within 20 mile, but he'le smel out & claime kindred of him. What a beastly thing is it, to bottle vp ale in a mās belly, whē a man must set his guts on a gallō pot last, only to purchase the alehouse title of a boone companion? Carowse, pledge me and you dare: S'wounds, ile drinke with thee for all that euer thou art worth. It is euē as 2. men should striue who should run furthest into the sea for a wager. Me thinkes these are good houshold termes; Wil it please you to be here, sir? I cōmend me to you: shall I be so bold as trouble you? sauing your tale I drink to you. And if these were put in practise but a yeare or two in tauernes, wine would soone fall from six and twentie pound a tunne, and be beggers money, a penie a quart, and take vp his Inne with wast beere in the almes tub. I am a sinner as others: I must not say much of this argument. Euerie one when hee is whole, can giue aduice to them that are sicke. My masters, you that be good fellowes, get you into corners, and soupe off your prouender closely: report hath a blister on her tongue: open tauerns are tel-tales. Non peccat, quicun que potest peccasse negare.