Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
This was the party you railed on: I keep no worse company than yourself father, you were wont to say venery is like usury that it may be allowed though it be not lawful. Wherefore come I hither. To make a device for cheese-trenchers. I'll tell you why I sent for you, for nothing but to show you that your gravity may be drawn in: white hairs may fall into the company of drabs as well as red beards into the society of knaves: would not this woman deceive a whole camp i'th' Low-countries, and make one Commander believe she only kept her cabin for him, and yet quarter twenty more in't. Pree the what dost thou think of me. I think thou art a most admirable, brave, beautiful Whore. Nay sir, I was told you would rail: but what do you think of my device sir, nay: but you are not to depart yet Master Poet: wilt sup with me? I'll cashier all my young barnacles, & we'll talk over a piece of mutton and a partridge, wisely. Sup with thee that art a common undertaker? thou that dost promise nothing but watchet eyes, bombast calves and false periwigs. prithee comb thy beard with a comb of black lead, it may be I shall affect thee. O thy unlucky star! I must take my leave of your worship I cannot fit your device at this instant: I must desire to borrow a nest of goblets of you: O villainy! I would some honest Butcher would beg all the queans and knaves i'th' City and carry them into some other Country they'd sell better than beeves and Calves: what a virtuous City would this be then! mary I think there would be a few people left in't, uds foot, gulled with Cheese-trenchers and yoked in entertainment with a tailor? good, good. How dost Doll? Scurvy, very scurvy. Where shall's sup wench? I'll sup in my bed: get you home to your lodging and come when I send for you, o filthy rogue that I am. How! how, mistress Dorothy? Saint Antony's fire light in your Spanish slops: uds life, ille make you know a difference, between my mirth and melancholy, you panderly rogue. We observe your Ladyship. The punks in her humer— pax. I'll humour you and you pox me: uds life have I lain with a Spaniard of late, that I have learned to mingle such water with my Malago, Other's some scurvy thing or other breeding; how many several loves of Players of Vaulters, of Lieutenants have I entertained besides a runner a the ropes, and now to let blood when the sign is at the heart? should I send him a letter with some jewel in't, he would requite it as lawyers do, that re-return a woodcock pie to their clients, when they send them a Basin and a Ewer, I will instantly go and make myself drunk, till I have lost my memory, live a scoffing Poet?
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This was the party you raild on: I keepe no worse cō pany than your selfe father, you were wont to say venery is like vsery that it may be allowed tho it be not lawfull. Wherefore come I hither. To make a deuice for cheese-trenchers. Ile tell you why I sent for you, for nothing but to shew you that your grauity may bee drawne in: white haires may fall into the company of drabs aswell as red beardes into the society of knaues: would not this woman deceiue a whole camp ith Low-countries, and make one Commander beleeue she only kept her cabbin for him, and yet quarter twenty more in't. Pree the Poet what doest thou think of me. I thinke thou art a most admirable, braue, beautifull Whore. Nay sir, I was told you would raile: but what doe you thinke of my deuice sir, nay: but you are not to depart yet Maister Poet: wut sup with me? Ile cashiere all my yong barnicles, & weele talke ouer a peice of mutton and a partridge, wisely. Sup with thee that art a common vndertaker? thou that doest promise nothing but watchet eyes, bumbast calues and false peryvvigs. Pree the comb thy beard with a comb of black leade, it may be I shall affect thee. O thy vnlucky starre! I must take my leaue of your worshippe I cannot fit your deuice at this instant: I must desire to borrovv a nest of goblets of you: O villanie! I wud some honest Butcher would begge all the queanes and knaues ith Citty and cary them into some other Country they'd sell better than Beefes and Calues: what a vertuous Citty would this bee then! mary I thinke there would bee a few people left int, vds foot, guld with Cheese-trenchers and yokt in entertainment with a Taylor? good, good. How doest Doll? Scuruie, very scuruie. Where shalls suppe wench? Ile suppe in my bedde: gette you home to your odging and come whē I send for you, ô filthy roague that I am. How! how, mistris Dorothy? Saint Antonies fire light in your Spanish slops: vds life, ille make you know a difference, betweene my mirth and melancholy, you panderly roague. We obserue your Ladiship. The puncks in her humer—pax. Ile humor you and you pox mee: vds life haue I lien with a Spaniard of late, that I haue learnt to mingle such water with my Malago, Other's some scuruie thing or other breeding; how many seuerall loues of Plaiers of Vaulters, of Lieutenants haue I entertain'd besides a runner a the ropes, and now to let bloud when the signe is at the heart? should I send him a letter with some Iewel in't, he would requite it as lawiers do, that re-returne a wood-cock pie to their clients, when they send them a Bason and a Eue, I will instantly go and make my selfe drunke, till I haue lost my memory, liue a scoffing Poet?