Jack Drum's Entertainment (Katherine and Pasquil) · chunk 22 of 32
Marston, John · published 1601 · first performed or written 1600 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Stay a little here, and if Iohn fo de king come, give him that Sack. Oh I could crack my Whalebones, break my busk, to think what laughter may arise from this. By my trot, dis love is a most cleanly Gentleman, he is very full of shift, de fine Vench, can invent ten thousand, thousand trick to kiss a gentleman (he) see by gour she ha' keep her word, she is in de seck already, he, brave by gour, my blood das sparkle in my vein for joy. Metre Timotty you must give me dat seck dear. Owy da monsieur, that is well pronounced is it not? Ritt, ritt, ritt, excellan: excellan: adieu Timothy, me am almost burst for joy. Well, I know what the Wenches on the green are saying now, as well as if I were in their bellies, when will Timothy come, when will honest Timothy approach, when will good Timothy draw near? Well Wenches now rejoice, for Timothy Twedle doth come. Brother how like you of our modern wits? How like you the new Poet Mellidus? A slight bubbling spirit, a Cork, a Husk. How like you Musus fashion in his carriage? O filthily, he is as blunt as Pawles. What think you of the Lines of Decius? Writes he not a good cordial sappy style? A surreinde jaded wit, but a rubs on. Brabant thou art like a pair of Balance, Thou weigh'st all saving thyself. Good faith, troth is, they are all Apes & gulls, Vile imitating spirits, dry heathy Turfs. Nay brother, now I think your judgement errs. Err, he cannot err man, for children & fools speak truth always. See who comes yonder sweating with a pack. monsieur, what do you bear there ha? pray you away, you break my glasses der, Jesus, now me know not what to do, Zot dat I was to come dis way widd dem. Glasses you salt rheum, come what ha' you there? trick no more for Jesus sake, by gour me have brittle vare, if you knock it, it will break presant, pre you adieu. We must know what's in the bag i'faith. By my trot, mee tell you true, will you no trike meden? No faith, but see you tell us true, or else. Or else, or else by gour, do what you please wid me: Sweet Vinifride, my very art dus., he by gour, me did not dink to wrong yow dus. come out sweet Vinifrid, me much discredit yow. He Iack Drum. Iesu vat made you dear? Gentlemen my M. desires you to come sup with him, I was sent to invite you, and this itching goat, would needs ease my legs & carry me: I hope you'll come, and so I take my leave. ay, I am gulled, but if I quit her not, well. Come, there's some knot of knavery in this trick. His colour is not currant, well, let pass.
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Stay a little heere, and if Iohn fo de king come, giue him that Sack. Oh I could crack my Whalebones, breake my Buske, to think what laughter may arise from this. By my trot, dis loue is a most cleanly Ientleman, he is very full of shifte, de fine Vench, can inuent ten towsand, towsand trick to kisse a men (hee) see by gor she ha keepe her word, she is in de seck alreadie, hee, braue by gor, my blood das sparkle in my veine for ioy. Metre Timotty you must giue me dat seck dere. Owy da Mounsieur, that is well pronounced is it not? Ritt, ritt, ritt, excellan: excellan: adew Timothy, me am almost burst for ioy. Well, I know what the Wenches on the green are saying now, as well as if I were in their bellies, when will Timothy come, when wil honest Timothy approach, when will good Timothy drawe neare? Well Wenches now reioyce, for Timothy Twedle doth come. Brother how like you of our moderne witts? How like you the new Poet Mellidus? A slight bubling spirit, a Corke, a Huske. How like you Musus fashion in his carriage? O filthily, he is as blunt as Pawles. What thinke you of the Lines of Decius? Writes he not a good cordiall sappie stile? A surreinde Iaded wit, but a rubbes on. Brabant thou art like a paire of Ballance, Thou wayest all sauing thy selfe. Good faith, troth is, they are all Apes & gulls, Vile imitating spirits, dry heathy Turffes. Nay brother, now I thinke your iudgement erres. Erre, he cannot erre man, for children & fooles speake truthe alwaies. See who comes yonder sweating with a pack. Mounsieur, what do you beare there ha? Pree you away, you breake my glasses der, Ieshu, now mee know not what to doe, Zot dat I was to come dis way widd dem. Glasses you salt rheume, come what ha you there? Trike no more for Ieshu sake, by gor mee haue brittle vare, if you knock it, it will break presant, pre you adieu. We must know whats in the bag Ifaith. By my trot, mee tell you true, will you no trike meden? No faith, but see you tell vs true, or else. Or els, or els by gor, do wat you please wid me: Sweet Vinifride, my verie art dus vurst, he by gor, me did not dink to vrong yow dus: come out sweet Vinifrid, me much discredit yow. He Iack Drum. Iesu vat made you dere? Gentlemen my M. desires you to come supp with him, I was sent to inuite you, and this itching goat, would needs ease my legges & carry me: I hope you'le come, and so I take my leaue. I, I am guld, but if I quit her not, well. Come, there's some knot of knauery in this tricke. His culler is not currant, wel, let passe.