Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Summer's Last Will and Testament · chunk 30 of 34

Nashe, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1592 (Annals)
comedy · Unknown
unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 487 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.

ay, ay, such wise men as you, come to beg at such fools doors as we be. Thou shutst thy door, how should we beg of thee? No alms but thy sink carries from thy house. And I can tell you, that's as plentiful alms for the plague, as the sheriffs tub to them of Newgate. For feasts thou keepest none, cankers thou feedest: The worms will curse thy flesh another day, Because it yieldeth them no fatter prey. What worms do another day I care not, but I'll be sworn upon a whole Kilderkin of single Beer, I will not have a worm-eaten nose like a Pursuivant, while I live. Feasts ere but puffing up of the flesh, the purveyors for diseases, travel, cost, time ill spent. O, it were a trim thing to send, as the Romans did, round about the world for provision for one banquet. I must rig ships to Samos for Peacocks, to Paphos for Pigeons, to Austria for Oysters, to Phasis for Pheasants, to Arabia for phoenixes, to Meander for Swans, to the Orcades for Geese, to Phrigia for Woodcocks, to Malta for Cranes, to the Isle of Man for Puffins, to Ambracia for Goats, to Tartole for Lampreys, to Egypt for Dates, to Spain for Chestnuts, and all for one feast. O sir, you need not, you may buy them at London better cheap. Liberalitas liberalitate perit, love me a little and love me long: our feet must have wherewithal to feed the stones, our backs walls of wool to keep out the cold that besiegeth our warm blood, our doors must have bars, our doublets must have buttons. Item, for an old sword to scrape the stones before the door with, three halfpence for stitching a wooden tankard that was burst. These waterbearers will empty the conduit and a man's coffers at once. Not a Porter that brings a man a letter, but will have his penny. I am afraid to keep past one or two servants, least hungry knaves they should rob me: and those I keep, I warrant I do not pamper up too lusty, I keep them under with red Herring and poor Iohn all the year long. I have damned up all my chimneys for fear (though I burn nothing but small coal) my house should be set on fire with the smoke. I will not deny, but once in a dozen year when there is a great rot of sheep, and I know not what to do with them, I keep open house for all the beggars, in some of my outyards, marry they must bring bread with them, I am no Baker. As good men as you, and have thought no scorn to serve their prenticeships on the pillory. Winter, is this thy son? hear'st how he talks? I am his father, therefore may not speak, But otherwise I could excuse his fault.
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PlaySummer's Last Will and Testament
AuthorNashe, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1600
First performance / composition (Annals)1592
First performance (BritDrama)1592
Company (BritDrama)Unknown
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional;Adult Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 396 · TCP A08009 · DEEP 305
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1073–1086 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 30 of 34 in this edition
Length487 words · 653 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T44 — Drinking: wine, ale and taverns at 0.749
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I, I, such wise men as you, come to begge at such fooles doores as we be. Thou shutst thy dore, how should we beg of thee? No almes but thy sincke carries from thy house. And I can tell you, that's as plentifull almes for the plague, as the sheriffes tub to them of Newgate. For feasts thou keepest none, cankers thou feedst: The wormes will curse thy flesh another day, Because it yeeldeth them no fatter pray. What wormes do another day I care not, but Ile be sworne vpon a whole Kilderkin of single Beere, I will not haue a worme-eaten nose like a Pursiuant, while I liue. Feasts ere but puffing vp of the flesh, the purueyers for diseases, trauell, cost, time ill spent. O, it were a trim thing to send, as the Romanes did, round about the world for prouision for one banquet. I must rigge ships to Samos for Peacocks, to Paphos for Pigeons, to Austria for Oysters, to Phasis for Phesants, to Arabia for Phaenixes, to Meander for Swans, to the Orcades for Geese, to Phrigia for Woodcocks, to Malta for Cranes, to the Isle of Man for Puffins, to Ambracia for Goates, to Tartole for Lampreys, to Egypt for Dates, to Spaine for Chestnuts, and all for one feast. O sir, you need not, you may buy them at London better cheape. Liberalit as liberalit ate perit, loue me a little and loue me long: our feete must haue wherewithall to feede the stones, out backs walles of wooll to keepe out the colde that besiegeth our warme blood, our doores must haue barres, our dubblets must haue buttons. Item, for an olde sword to scrape the stones before the dore with, three halfe-pence for stitching a wodden tanckard that was burst. These Water-bearers will empty the conduit and a mans coffers at once. Not a Porter that brings a man a letter, but will haue his penny. I am afraid to keepe past one or two seruants, least hungry knaues they should rob me: and those I keepe, I warrant I do not pamper vp too lusty, I keepe them vnder with red Herring and poore Iohn all the yeare long. I haue dambd vp all my chimnies for feare (though I burne nothing but small cole) my house should be set on fire with the smoake. I will not deny, but once in a dozen yeare when there is a great rot of sheepe, and I know not what to do with them, I keepe open house for all the beggers, in some of my out-yardes, marry they must bring bread with them, I am no Baker. As good men as you, and haue thought no scorne to serue their prentiships on the pillory. Winter, is this thy sonne? hear'st how he talkes? I am his father, therefore may not speake, But otherwise I could excuse his fault.