Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher · published 1604 · first performed or written 1592 [1592-1593] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Keep out, keep out, or else you are blown up, you are dismembered Rafe, keep out, for I am about a roaring piece of work. Come, what dost thou with that same book thou canst not read? Yes, my master and mistress shall find that I can read, he for his forehead, she for her private study, she's borne to bear with me, or else my Art fails. Why Robin what book is that? What book? why the most intolerable book for conjuring that ere was invented by any brimstone devil. Canst thou conjure with it? I can do all these things easily with it: first, I can make thee drunk with hippocrase at any tavern in Europe for nothing, that's one of my conjuring works. Our master Parson says that's nothing. True Rafe, and more Rafe, if thou hast any mind to Nan Spit our kitchen maid, then turn her and wind her to thy own use, as often as thou wilt, and at midnight. O brave Robin; shall I have Nan Spit, and to mine own use? On that condition I'll feed thy devil with horsebread as long as he lives, of free cost. No more sweet Rafe, let's go and make clean our boots which lie foul upon our hands, and then to our conjuring in the devils name. Come Rafe, did not I tell thee, we were for ever made by this doctor Faustus' book? ecce signum, here's a simple purchase for horsekeepers, our horses shall eat no hay as long as this lasts. But Robin, here comes the vintner. Hush, I'll gull him supernaturally: Drawer, I hope all is paid, God be with you, come Rafe. Soft sir, a word with you, I must yet have a goblet paid from you ere you go. I a goblet Rafe, I a goblet? I scorn you: and you are but a etc. I a goblet? search me. I mean so sir with your favour. How say you now? I must say somewhat to your fellow, you sir. Me sir, me sir, search your fill: now sir, you may be ashamed to burden honest men with a matter of truth. Well, tone of you hath this goblet about you. You lie Drawer, 'tis afore me: sirrah you, I'll teach ye to impeach honest men: stand by, I'll scour you for a goblet, stand aside you had best, I charge you in the name of Belsabub: look to the goblet Rafe. what mean you sirrah? I'll tell you what I mean. Sanctobulorum Periphrasticon: nay I'll tickle you Vintner, look to the goblet Rafe, Polypragmos Belyeborams framanto pacostiphos tostu Mephastophilis, etc. O nomine Domine, what meanst thou Robin thou hast no goblet. Peccatum peccatorum, here's thy goblet, good Vintner. Misericordia pro nobis, what shall I do? good devil forgive me now, and I'll never rob thy Library more.
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Keepe out, kéep out, or else you are blowne vp, you are dismembred Rafe, kéepe out, for I am about a roaring peece of worke. Come, what doest thou with that same booke thou canst not reade? Yes, my maister and mistris shal finde that I can reade, he for his forehead, she for her priuate study, shée's borne to beare with me, or else my Art failes. Why Robin what booke is that? What booke? why the most intollerable booke for coniuring that ere was inuented by any brimstone diuel. Canst thou coniure with it? I can do al these things easily with it: first, I can make thée druncke with ipocrase at any taberne in Europe for nothing, thats one of my coniuring workes. Our maister Parson sayes thats nothing. True Rafe, and more Rafe, if thou hast any mind to Nan Spit our kitchin maide, then turne her and wind hir to thy owne vse, as often as thou wilt, and at midnight. O braue Robin; shal I haue Nan Spit, and to mine owne vse? On that condition Ile feede thy diuel with horsebread as long as he liues, of frée cost. No more swéete Rafe, letts goe and make cleane our bootes which lie foule vpon our handes, and then to our coniuring in the diuels name. Come Rafe, did not I tell thee, we were for euer made by this doctor Faustus booke? ecce signum, héeres a simple purchase for horse-kéepers, our horses shal eate no hay as long as this lasts. But Robin, here comes the vintner. Hush, Ile gul him supernaturally: Drawer, I hope al is payd, God be with you, come Rafe. Soft sir, a word with you, I must yet haue a goblet payde from you ere you goe. I a goblet Rafe, I a goblet? I scorne you: and you are but a &c. I a goblet? search me. I meane so sir with your fauor. How say you now? I must say somewhat to your felow, you sir. Me sir, me sir, search your fill: now sir, you may be ashamed to burden honst men with a matter of truth. Wel, tone of you hath this goblet about you. You lie Drawer, tis afore me: sirra you, Ile teach ye to impeach honest men stand by, Ile scowre you for a goblet, stand aside you had best, I charge you in the name of Belzabub: looke to the goblet Rafe. what meane you sirra? Ile tel you what I meane. Sanctobulorum Periphrasticon: nay Ile tickle you Uintner, looke to the goblet Rafe, Polypragmos Beleborams framanto pacostphos tostu Mephastophilis, &c. O nomine Domine, what thou Robin thou hast no goblet. Peccatum peccatorum, heeres thy goblet, good Uintner. Misericordia pro nob ▪ what shal I doe? good diuel forgiue me now, and Ile neuer ob thy Library more.