Jonson, Ben · published 1601 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Oh this speech would have done rare in apothecaries mouth. ay; close by Saint Anthony's: Doctor Clements. Oh, Oh. Where's the match I gave thee? 'Sblood would his match, and he, and pipe, and all were at Sancto Domingo. By god's dey●es: I marl what pleasure of felicity they have in taking this roguish Tobacco: it's good for nothing but to choke a man, and fill him full of smoke, and embers: there were four died out of one house last week with taking of it, and two more the bell went for yesternight, one of them (they say) will ne'er scape it, he voided a bushel of soot yesterday, upward and downward. By the stocks; and there were no wiser men than I, I'd have it present death, man or woman, that should but deal with a Tobacco pipe; why, it will stifle them all in the'nd as many as use it; it's little better than rats bane. Oh good signor; hold, hold. You base cullion, you. Sir, here's your match; come, thou must needs be talking too. Nay he will not meddle with his match I warrant you: well it shall be a dear beating, and I live. Do you prate? Nay good signor, will you regard the humour of a fool? away knave. Piso get him away. A whoreson filthy slave, a turd, an excrement. Body of Cesar, but that I scorn to let forth so mean a spirit, i'd have stabbed him to the earth. Mary God forbid sir. By this fair heaven I would have done it. Oh he swears admirably: (by this fair heaven:) Body of Cesar: I shall never do it, sure (upon my salvation) no I have not the right grace. signor will you any? By this air the most divine Tobacco as ever I drunk. I thank you sir. Oh this Gentleman doth it rarely too, but nothing like the other. By this air, as I am a Gentleman: by Phoebus. Master glance, glance: signor Prospero. As I have a soul to be saved, I do protest; That you are a fool. Cousin will you any Tobacco? I sir: upon my salvation. How now cousin? I protest, as I am a Gentleman, but no soldier indeed. No signor, as I remember you served on a great horse, last general muster. I sir that's true: cousin may I swear as I am a soldier, by that? Oh yes, that you may. Then as I am a Gentleman, and a soldier, it is divine Tobacco. But soft, where's signor Matheo? gone? No sir, they went in here. Oh let's follow them: signor Matheo is gone to salute his mistress, sirrah now thou shalt hear some of his verses, for he never comes hither without some shreds of poetry: Come signor Stephano, Musco. Musco? where? is this Musco? ay, but peace cousin, no words of it at any hand.
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Oh this speech would haue done rare in a pothecaies mouth. I▪ close by Saint Athonies: Doctor Clements. Oh, Oh. Where's the match I gaue thee? S'blood would his match, and he, and pipe, and all were at Sancto Domingo. By gods deyes: I marle what pleasure of felicitie they haue in taking this rogish Tabacco: it's good for nothing but to choake a man, and fill him full of smoake, and imbers: there were foure died out of one house last weeke with taking of it, and two more the bell went for yester-night, one of them (they say) will ne're scape it, he voyded a bushell of oote yester-day, vpward and downeward. By the stockes; and there were no wiser men then I, I'ld haue it present death, man or woman, that should but deale with a Tabacco pipe; why, it will stile them all in the'nd as many as vse it; it's little better then rats bane. Oh good signior; hold, hold. You base cullion, you. Sir, here's your match; come, thou must needes be talking too. Nay he wil not meddle with his match I warrant you: well it shall be a deere beating, and I liue. Doe you prate? Nay good signior, will you regard the humor of a foole? away knaue. Piso get him away. A horson filthy slaue, a turd, an excrement. Body of Cesar, but that I scorne to let forth so meane a spirit, i'ld haue stab'd him to the earth. Mary God forbid sir. By this faire heauen I would haue done it. Oh he sweares admirably: (by this faire heauen:) Body of Cesar: I shall neuer doe it, sure (vpon my saluation) no I haue not the right grace. Signior will you any? By this ayre the most diuine Tabacco as euer I drunke. I thanke you sir. Oh this Gentleman doth it rarely too, but nothing like the other. By this ayre, as I am a Gentleman: by Phoebus. Master glaunce, glaunce: Signior Prospero. As I haue a soule to be saued, I doe protest; That you are a foole. Cousin will you any Tabacco? I sir: vpon my saluation. How now cousin? I protest, as I am a Gentleman, but no souldier indeede. No signior, as I remember you seru'd on a great horse, last generall muster. I sir that's true: cousin may I sweare as I am a souldier, by that? Oh yes, that you may. Then as I am a Gentleman, and a souldier, it is diuine Tabacco. But soft, where's signior Matheo? gone? No sir, they went in here. Oh let's follow them: signior Matheo is gone to salute his mistresse, sirra now thou shalt heare some of his verses, for he neuer comes hither without some shreds of poetrie: Come signior Stephano, Musco. Musco? where? is this Musco? I, but peace cousin, no words of it at any hand.