The Dutch Courtesan (Cockle de Moye) · chunk 35 of 35
Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 535 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
But brothers, brothers, you must think of your sins and iniquities, you have been a broacher of profane vessels, you have made us drink of the juice of the whore of Babylon, for whereas good ale, Perrys, Bragets, ciders, and metheglins, was the true ancient British and Trojan drinks, you ha' brought in Popish wines, Spanish wines, French wines, tam marti quam mercurio, both muscadine and malmsey, to the subversion, staggering, and sometimes overthrow of many a good Christian: You ha' been a great jumbler, O remember the sins of your nights, for your night works ha' been unsavoury in the taste of your Customers. I confess, I confess, and I forgive as I would be forgiven, Do you know one Cocledemoy? O very well: know him? an honest man he is and a comely, an upright dealer with his neighbours, and their wives speak good things of him. Well, wheresoe'er he is, or whatsoe'er he is, I'll take it on my death he's the cause of my hanging, I heartily forgive him, and if he would come forth he might save me, for he only knows the why, and the wherefore. You do from your hearts, and midriffs, and entrails forgive him than you will not let him rot in rusty Irons, procure him to be hanged in lousy linen without a song, and after he is dead piss on his grave. That hard heart of mine has procured all this, but I forgive as I would be forgiven. Hang toasts my Worsh. behold thy Cocledemoy, my fine vintner, my castrophomical fine boy: behold and see. Bliss, a the blessed, who would but look for 2. knaves here? No knave wor. friend, no knave, for observe honest Cocledemoy restores whatsoever he has got, to make you know, that whatsoe'er he has done, has been only Euphoniae gratia, for wit's sake: I acquit this Vintner as he has acquitted me, all has been done for Emphases of wit my fine boy, my worshipful friends. Go you are a flattering knave. I am so, 'tis a good thriving trade, it comes forward better than the 7. liberal Sciences, or the nine cardinal virtues, which may well appear in this, you shall never have flattering knave turn courtier: and yet I have read of many Courtiers that have turned flattering knaves. Wast even but so, why then als well? I could even weep for joy. I could weep to, but God knows for what. Hers another tack to be given, your son and daughter. Is't possible, heart I, all my heart, will you be joined here? yes faith father, marriage and hanging are spun both in one hour. Why then my worsh. good friends I bid myself most heartily welcome to your merry nuptials, and wanton jigga-joggies And now my very fine Heliconian Gallants, and you my Worsh. friends in the middle Region: If with content our hurtless mirth hath been, Let your pleased minds as our much care hath been: For he shall find that slights such trivial wit, 'tis easier to reprove then better it: We scorn to fear, and yet we fear to swell, We do not hope 'tis best: 'tis all, if Well.
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But brothers, brothers, you muſt thinke of your ſins and iniquities, you haue bin a brocher of prophane veſſels, you haue made vs drinke of the iuice of the whore of Babylon, for whereas good ale, Perrys, Bragets, Syders, and metheglins, was the true auntient Britiſh and Troyan drinks, you ha brought in Popiſh wines, Spaniſh wines, French wines, tam marti quam mercurio, both muſcadi and malmſey, to the ſubuerſion, ſtaggering, and ſometimes ouerthrow of manie a good Chriſtian: You ha bin a great Iumbler, O remember the ſins of your nights, for your night works ha bin vnſauorie in the taſt of your Cuſtomers. I confeſſe, I confeſſe, and I forgiue as I would be forgiuē, Do you know one Cocledemoy? O verie wel: know him? an honeſt man he is and a comly, an vpright dealer with his neighbours, and their wiues ſpeake good things of him. Wel, wherſoere he is, or whatſoere he is, Ile take it on my death hees the cauſe of my hanging, I hartily forgiue him, and if he would come forth he might ſaue me, for he only knowes the why, and the wherfore. You do from your harts, and midrifs, and intrales forgiue him then you wil not let him rot in ruſty Irons, procure him to be hangd in lowſie linnen without a ſong, and after he is dead piſſe on his graue. That hard hart of mine has procurd all this, but I forgiue as I would be forgiuen. Hang toſts my Worſh. behold thy Cocledemoy, my fine vintner, my caſtrophomicall fine boy: behold and ſee. Bliſſe, a the bleſſed, who would but look for 2. knaues here? No knaue worſh. friend, no knaue, for obſerue honeſt C cledemoy reſtores whatſoeuer he has got, to make you know, that whatſoere he has don, has bin only Euphoniae gratia, for Wits ſake: I acquit this Vintner as he has acquitted me, all has bin done for Emphiſes of wit my fine boie, my worſhipfull friends. Goe you are a flattring knaue. I am ſo, tis a good thriuing trade, it coms forward better then the 7. liberal Sciences, or the nine cardinall vertues, whiche may well appeare in this, you ſhall neuer haue flattering knaue turn courtyer: and yet I haue read of many Courtyers that haue turned flattring knaues. Waſt euen but ſo, why then als well? I could euen weepe for ioy. I could weep to, but God knowes for what. Hers another tack to be giuen, your ſon and daughter. Iſt poſsible, hart I, al my hart, wil you be ioyned here? yes aith father, mariage and hanging are ſpun both in one houre. Why then my worſh. good friends I bid my ſelfe moſt hartily welcome to your merry nuptials, and wanton Iigga-ioggies And now my verie fine Heliconian Gallantes, and you my Worſh. friends in the middle Region: If with content our hurtleſſe mirth hath bin, Let your pleaſd minds as our much care hath bin: For he ſhall find that ſlights ſuch triuiall wit, Tis eaſier to reproue then better it: We ſcorne to feare, and yet we feare to ſwell, We do not hope tis beſt: tis all,