Satiromastix, or The Untrussing of the Humorous Poet · chunk 23 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men and Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Come, my sick-minded Bride, I'll teach thee how, To relish health a little: Taste this thought, That when mine eyes served loves commission, Upon thy beauties I did seize on them. To a king's use; cure all thy grief with this, That his great seal was graven upon this ring, And that I was but Steward to a King. Ladies and Sentlemen, you are almost all welcome, to this sweet nuntions of Plums. Almost all Sir Vaughan: why to which of us are you so niggardly, that you cut her out but a piece of welcome. My interpretations is that almost all are welcome, because I indicted a brace or two more that is not come, I am sorry my Lady Pride is not among you. 'Slid, he makes hounds of us Ningle, a brace quoth 'a? Peter Salamanders draw out the pictures of all the joint stools, & Ladies sit down upon their wooden faces. I warrant Sir, I'll give every one of them a good stool. Master Horace, Master Horace, when I pray to God, and desire in hypocriteness that bald Sir Adam's were here, then, then, then begin to make you rails at the poverty and beggarly want of hair. Leave it to my judgement. M. Bubo sit there, you and I will think upon our ends at the Tables: M. Horace, put your learned body into the midst of these Ladies; so 'tis no matter to speak graces at nuntions, because we are all past grace since dinner. Mass I thank my destiny I am not past grace, for by this hand full of Caraways, I could never abide to say grace. Mistress Miniver, is not that innocent Gentleman a kind of fool? Why do you ask Madam? Nay for no harm, I ask because I thought you two had been of acquaintance. I think he's within an Inch of a fool. Madam Philocalia, you sit next that spare Gentleman, would you heard what Mistress Miniver says of you. Why what says she Madam Dicache. Nay nothing, but wishes you were married to that small timbered gallant. Your wish and mine are twins, I will so too for Then I should be sure to lead a merry life. Yes faith Lady, I'd make you laugh, my bolts now and then should be soon shot; by these comfits, weed let all slide. He takes the sweetest oaths that ever I heard a gallant of his pitch swear; by these Comfits, & these Caraways, I warrant it does him good to swear. Yes faith 'tis meat and drink to me. I am glad Lady Petula (by this Apple) that they please you. Peter salamander's wine, I beseech you Master Asinius Bubo, not to swear so deeply, for there comes no fruit of your oaths; here Ladies, I put you all into one corners together, you shall all drink of one cup. Peter I prithee fill me out too. I'd fling you out too and I might ha' my will, a pox of all fools.
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Come, my sicke-minded Bride, Ile teach thee how, To relish health a little: Taste this thought, That when mine eyes seru'd loues commission, Vpon thy beauties I did seise on them. To a Kings vse; cure all thy giefe with this, That his great seale was grauen vpon this ring, And that was but Steward to a King. Ladies and Sentlemen, you are almost all welcome, to this swet nuncions of Plums. Almost all ir Vaughan: why to which of vs are you so niggardly, that you cut her out but a peice of welcome. My interpretations is that almost all are welcome, because I indited a brace or two more that is not come, I am sorrie my Ladie Pride is not among you. Slid, he makes hounds of vs Ningle, a brace quoth a? Peter Salamanders draw out the pictures of all the ioynt stooles, & Ladies sit downe vpon their wodden faces. I warrant Sir, Ile giue euerie one of them a good stoole. Master Horace, Master Horace, when I pray to God, and desire in hipocrites that bald Sir Adams were heer, then, then, then begin to make you rales at the pouertie and beggerly want of haire. Leaue it to my iudgment. M. Bubo sit there, you and I wil thinke vpon our ends at the Tables: M. Horace, put your learned bodie into the midst of these Ladies; so tis no matter to speake graces at nuncions, because we are all past grace since dinner. Mas I thanke my destinie I am not past grace, for by this hand full of Carrawaies, I could neuer abide to say grace. Mistris Miniuer, is not that innocent Gentleman a kinde of foole? Why doe you aske Madam? Nay for no harme, I aske because I thought you two had been of acquaintaine. I thinke he's within an Inch of a foole. Madam Philocalia, you sit next that spare Gentleman, wod you heard what Mistris Miniuer saies of you. Why what saies she Madam Dicache. Nay nothing, but wishes you were married to that sall timber'd gallant. Your wish and mine are twinnes, I wi so too for Then I should be sre to lead a merrie life. Yes faith Ladie, Ide make yo laugh, my bolts now and then should be soone shot; by these comits, weed let all slide. He takes the sweetest oathes that euer I heard a gallant of his pitch sweare; by these Comfits, & these Carrawaies, I warrant it does him good to sweare. Yes faith tis meate and drinke to me. I am glad Ladie Petula (by this Apple) that they please you. Peter Salamanders wine, I beseech you Master Asinius Bubo, not to sweare so deeplie, for there comes no fruite of your oathes; heere Ladies, I put you all into one corners together, you shall all drinke of one cup. Peter I prethee fill me out too. Ide fling you out too and I might ha my will, a pox of all fooles.