Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 472 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.
Make this honest friend drink here: pray you go in. This letter is directed to my son: Yet, I am EDWARD KNO'WELL too, and may With the safe conscience of good manners, use The fellows error to my satisfaction. Well, I will break it ope (old men are curious) Be it but for the styles sake, and the phrase, To see, if both do answer my sons praises, Who is, almost, grown the idolater Of this young WELL-BRED: what have we here? what's this? Why, NED, I beseech thee; hast thou forsworn all thy friends i'the old Iewrie? or dost thou think us all Iewes that inhabit there, yet? If thou dost, come over, and but see our frippery: change an old shirt, for a whole smock, with us. Do not conceive that antipathy between us, and Hogsden; as was between Jews, and hogs-flesh. Leave thy vigilant father, alone, to number over his green apricots, evening, and morning, o' the northwest wall: An' I had been his son, I had saved him the labour, long since; if, taking in all the young wenches, that pass by, at the backdoor, and coddling every kernel of the fruit for'em, would ha' served. But, prithee, come over to me, quickly, this morning: I have such a present for thee (our Turkey company never sent the like to the Grand-SIGNIOR.) One is a rhymer sir, o' your own batch, your own levin; but doth think himself Poet-mayor, o' the town: willing to be shown, and worthy to be seen. The other— I will not venture his description with you, till you come, because I would ha' you make hither with an appetite. If the worst of 'em be not worth your journey, draw your bill of charges, as unconscionable, as any Guildhall verdict will give it you, and you shall be allowed your viaticum. From the bordello, it might come as well; The Spittle: or Pickt-hatch. Is this the man, My son hath sung so, for the happiest wit, The choicest brain, the times hath sent us forth? I know not what he may be, in the arts; Nor what in schools: but surely, for his manners, I judge him a profane, and dissolute wretch: Worse, by possession of such great good gifts, Being the master of so loose a spirit. Why, what unhallowed ruffian would have writ, In such a scurrilous manner, to a friend! Why should he think, I tell my apricotes? Or play th' Hesperian Dragon, with my fruit, To watch it? Well, my son, I'had thought Y' had had more judgement, t' have made election Of your companions, t' have ta'en on trust, Such petulant, jeering gamesters, that can spare No argument, or subject from their jest. But I perceive, affection makes a fool Of any man, too much the father. Brainworm,
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Make this honest friend drinke here: pray you goe in. This letter is directed to my sonne: Yet, I am EDWARD KNO'WELL too, and may With the safe conscience of good manners, vse The fellowes error to my satisfaction. Well, I will breake it ope (old men are curious) Be it but for the stiles sake, and the phrase, To see, if both doe answere my sonnes praises, Who is, almost, growne the idolater Of this yong WELL-BRED: what haue we here? what's this? Why, NED, I beseech thee; hast thou for-sworne all thy friends i'the old Iewrie? or dost thou thinke vs all Iewes that inhabit there, yet? If thou dost, come ouer, and but see our frip perie: change an olde shirt, for a whole smocke, with vs. Doe not conceiue that antipathy betweene vs, and Hogs-den; as was betweene Iewes, and hogs-flesh. Leaue thy vigilant father, alone, to number ouer his greene apricots, euening, and morning, o' the north-west wall: An' I had beene his sonne, I had sau'd him the labor, long since; if, taking in all the yong wenches, that passe by, at the back-dore, and codd'ling euery kernell of the fruit for'hem, would ha' seru'd. But, pr'y thee, come ouer to me, quickly, this morning: I haue such a present for thee (our Turkie companie neuer sent the like to the Grand-SIGNIOR.) One is a Rimer sir, o' your owne batch, your owne leuin; but doth think himselfe Poet-maior, o' the towne: willing to be showne, and worthy to be seene. The other—I will not venter his description with you, till you come, because I would ha' you make hether with an appetite. If the worst of 'hem be not worth your iorney, draw your bill of charges, as vnconscionable, as any Guild-hall verdict will giue it you, and you shall be allow'd your viaticum. From the Burdello, it might come as well; The Spittle: or Pict-hatch. Is this the man, My sonne hath sung so, for the happiest wit, The choysest braine, the times hath sent vs forth? I know not what he may be, in the arts; Nor what in schooles: but surely, for his manners, I iudge him a prophane, and dissolute wretch: Worse, by possession of such great good guifts, Being the master of so loose a spirit. Why, what vnhallow'd ruffian would haue writ, In such a scurrilous manner, to a friend! Why should he thinke, I tell my Apri-cotes? Or play th' Hesperian Dragon, with my fruit, To watch it? Well, my sonne, I'had thought Y' had had more iudgement, t' haue made election Of your companions, t' haue tane on trust, Such petulant, geering gamsters, that can spare No argument, or subiect from their iest. But I perceiue, affection makes a foole Of any man, too much the father. BRAYNE-WORME,