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 · 509 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.
This speech would ha' done decently in a tabacco-trader's mouth! At justice Clement's, he is: in the middle of Colman-street. O, oh? Where's the match I gave thee? Master Kitely's man? Would his match, and he, and pipe, and all were at SANCTO DOMINGO! I had forgot it. By gods me, I mar'le, what pleasure, or 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, an' there were no wiser men than I, I'd have it present whipping, man, or woman, that should but deal with a tobacco-pipe; why, it will stifle them all in the end, as many as use it; it's little better than rat's bane, or rosaker. Oh, good Captain, hold, hold. You base cullion, you. Sir, here's your match: come, thou must needs be talking, too, thouart well enough served. Nay, he will not meddle with his match, I warrant you: well it shall be a dear beating, and I live. Do you prate? Do you murmur? Nay, good Captain, will you regard the humour of a fool? away, knave. THOMAS, get him away. A whoreson filthy slave, a dung-worm, an excrement! Body o' CAESAR, but that I scorn to let forth so mean a spirit, I'd ha' stabbed him, to the earth. marry, the law forbid, sir. By PHAROAHS foot, I would have done it. Oh, he swears admirably! (by PHAROAHS foot) (body of CAESAR) I shall never do it, sure (upon mine honour, and by Saint GEORGE) no, I ha' not the right grace. Master STEPHEN, will you any? By this air, the most divine tobacco, that ever I drunk! None, I thank you, sir. O, this gentleman does it, rarely too! but nothing like the other. By this air, as I am a gentleman: by— Master, glance, glance! Master WELL-BRED! As I have somewhat to be saved, I protest— You are a fool: It needs no affidavit. Cousin, will you any tobacco? ay sir! upon my reputation— How now, cousin! I protest, as I am a gentleman, but no soldier, indeed— No, Master STEPHEN? as I remember your name is entered in the artillery garden? ay sir, that's true: Cousin, may I swear, as I am a soldier, by that? Oh yes, that you may. It's all you have for your money. Then, as I am a gentleman, and a soldier, it is divine tobacco! But soft, where's Mr. MATTHEW? gone? No, sir, they went in here. O, let's follow them: master MATTHEW is gone to salute his mistress, in verse. we shall ha' the happiness, to hear some of his poetry, now. He never comes unfurnished. Brainworm? Brainworm? Where? Is this Brainworm? ay, cousin, no words of it, upon your gentility.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
This speech would ha' done decētly in a tabacco-traders mouth! At Iustice CLEMENTS, hee is: in the middle of Colman-street. O, oh? Where's the match I gaue thee? Master KITELIES man? Would his match, and he, and pipe, and all were at SANCTO DOMINGO! I had forgot it. By gods mee, I marle, what pleasure, or felicitie they haue in taking this roguish tabacco! it's good for nothing, but to choke a man, and fill him full of smoke, and embers: there were foure dyed 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 voided a bushell of soot yester-day, vpward, and downeward. By the stocks, an' there were no wiser men then I, I'ld haue it present whipping, man, or woman, that should but deale with a tabacco-pipe; why, it will stifle them all in the end, as many as vse it; it's little better then rats bane, or rosaker. Oh, good Captayne, hold, hold. You base cullion, you. Sir, here's your match: come, thou must needs be talking, too, tho'art well inough seru'd. Nay, he will not meddle with his match, I warrant you: well it shall be a deare beating, and I liue. Doe you prate? Doe you murmure? Nay, good Captayne, will you regard the humour of a foole? away, knaue. THOMAS, get him away. A horson filthie slaue, a dung-worme, an excrement! Body o' CAESAR, but that I scorne to let forth so meane a spirit, I'ld ha' stab'd him, to the earth. Mary, the law forbid, sir. By PHAROAHS foot, I would haue done it. Oh, he sweares admirably! (by PHAROAHS foot) (body of CAESAR) I shall neuer doe it, sure (vpon mine honor, and by Saint GEORGE) no, I ha' not the right grace. Master STEPHEN, will you any? By this aire, the most diuine tabacco, that euer I drunke! None, I thanke you, sir. O, this gentleman do's it, rarely too! but nothing like the other. By this aire, as I am a gentleman: by— Master, glance, glance! Master WELL-BRED! As I haue somewhat to be saued, I protest— You are a foole: It needes no affidauit. Cousin, will you any tabacco? I sir! vpon my reputation— How now, cousin! I protest, as I am a gentleman, but no souldier, indeed— No, Master STEPHEN? as I remember your name is entred in the artillerie garden? I sir, that's true: Cousin, may I swear, as I am a souldier, by that? Oh yes, that you may. It's all you haue for your money. Then, as I am a gentleman, and a souldier, it is diuine tabacco! But soft, where's Mr. MATTHEW? gone? No, sir, they went in here. O, let's follow them: master MATTHEW is gone to salute his mistris, in verse. VVee shall ha' the happinesse, to heare some of his poetrie, now. Hee neuer comes vnfurnish'd. BRAYNE-WORME? BRAYNE-WORME? Where? Is this BRAYNE-WORME? I, cousin, no wordes of it, vpon your gentilitie.