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 · 513 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.
marry that, which will make any man out of love with 'em, I think: their bad conditions, and you will needs know. First, they are of a Flemish breed, I am sure on't, for they raven up more butter, than all the days of the week, beside; next, they stink of fish, and leek-porridge miserably: thirdly, they'll keep a man devoutly hungry, all day, and at night send him supperless to bed. Indeed, these are faults, COB. Nay, and this were all, 'twere something, but they are the only known enemies, to my generation. A fasting-day, no sooner comes, but my lineage goes to rack, poor cobs they smoke for it, they are made martyrs o'the gridiron, they melt in passion: and your maids too know this, and yet would have me turn HANNIBAL, and eat my own fish, and blood: My princely couz, fear nothing; I have not the heart to devour you, & I might be made as rich as King COPHETVA. O, that I had room for my tears, I could weep salt-water enough, now, to preserve the lives of ten thousand of my kin. But, I may curse none but these filthy Almanacs, for an't were not for them, these days of persecution would ne'er be known. I'll be hanged, an' some Fishmongers son do not make of 'em; and puts in more fasting-days than he should do, because he would utter his father's dried stockfish, and stinking conger. 'Slight, peace, thou'lt be beaten like a stockfish, else: here is Mr. MATTHEW. Now must I look out for a messenger to my master. BEshrew me, but it was an absolute good jest, and exceedingly well carried! ay, and our ignorance maintained it as well, did it not? Yes faith, but was't possible thou shouldst not know him? I forgive Mr. STEPHEN, for he is stupidity itself! 'Fore god, not I, and I might have been joined patten with one of the seven wise masters, for knowing him. He had so writhe himself, into the habit of one of your poor Infantry, your decayed, ruinous, worm-eaten gentlemen of the round: such as have vowed to sit on the skirts of the city, let your Provost, and his half-dozen of halberdeers do what they can; and have translated begging out of the old hackney pace, to a fine easy amble, and made it run as smooth, of the tongue, as a shove-groat shilling. Into the likeness of one of these Reformadoes had he moulded himself so perfectly, observing every trick of their action, as varying the accent, swearing with an emphasis, indeed all, with so special, and exquisite a grace, that (hadst thou seen him) thou wouldst have sworn, he might have been sergeant-major, if not lieutenant-colonel to the regiment. Why, Brainworm, who would have thought thou hadst been such an artificer? An artificer? An architect! except a man had studied begging all his lifetime, and been a weaver of language, from his infancy, for the clothing of it! I never saw his rival. Where got'st thou this coat, I marl'e?
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Mary that, which will make any man out of loue with 'hem, I thinke: their bad conditions, and you will needs know. First, they are of a Flemmish breed, I am sure on't, for they rauen vp more butter, then all the dayes of the weeke, beside; next, they stinke of fish, and leeke-porridge miserably: thirdly, they'le keepe a man deuoutly hungrie, all day, and at night send him supperlesse to bed. Indeed, these are faults, COB. Nay, and this were all, 'twere something, but they are the only knowne enemies, to my generation. A fasting-day, no sooner comes, but my lineage goes to racke, poore cobs they smoke for it, they are made martyrs o'the gridiron, they melt in passion: and your maides too know this, and yet would haue me turne HANNIBAL, and eate my owne fish, and bloud: My princely couz, fear nothing; I haue not the hart to deuoure you, & I might be made as rich as King COPHETVA. O, that I had roome for my teares, I could weepe salt-water enough, now, to preserue the liues of ten thousand of my kin. But, I may curse none but these filthie Almanacles, for an't were not for them, these dayes of persecution would ne're be knowne. Ile bee hang'd, an'some Fish-mongers sonne doe not make of hem; and puts in more fasting-dayes then he should doe, because hee would vtter his fathers dryed stock-fish, and stinking conger. S'light, peace, thou'lt bee beaten like a stock-fish, else: here is Mr. MATTHEW. Now must I looke out for a messenger to my master. BEshrew me, but it was an absolute good iest, and exceedingly well carried! I, and our ignorance maintain'd it as well, did it not? Yes faith, but was't possible thou should'st not know him? I forgiue Mr. STEPHEN, for he is stupiditie it selfe! 'Fore god, not I, and I might haue been ioyn'd patten with one of the seuen wise masters, for knowing him. He had so writhen himselfe, into the habit of one of your poore Infanterie, your decay'd, ruinous, worme-eaten gentlemen of the round: such as haue vowed to sit on the skirts of the citie, let your Prouost, and his halfe-dozen of halberdeirs doe what they can; and haue translated begging out of the old hackney pace, to a fine easie amble, and made it runne as smooth, of the tongue, as a shoue-groat shilling. Into the likenesse of one of these Reformado's had he moulded himselfe so perfectly, obseruing euery tricke of their action, as varying the accent, swearing with an emphasis, indeed all, with so speciall, and exquisite a grace, that (hadst thou seene him) thou would'st haue sworne, he might haue beene Serieant-Maior, if not Lieutenant-Coronell to the regiment. Why, BRAYNE-WORME, who would haue thought thou hadst beene such an artificer? An artificer? An architect! except a man had studied begging all his life-time, and beene a weauer of language, from his infancie, for the clothing of it! I neuer saw his riuall. Where got'st thou this coat, I marl'e?