Marston, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) (?) unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Bounty, blessedness, and the spirit of wine attend my Mistress. Thanks good chub. God ye god morrow heartily mistress, and how do you since last I saw you. God's me you must not inquire how she does, that's privy counsel, fie, there's manners indeed. Pray you pardon my incivility, I was somewhat bold with you, but believe me I'll never be so saucy to ask you how you do again, as long as I live la. Square chub, what sullen black is that. A tassel that hangs at my purse strings, he dogs me and I give him scraps and pay for his ordinary, feed him, he liquours himself in the juice of my bounty, and when he hath sucked up strength of spirit he squeezeth it in my own face, when I have refined and sharpened his wits with good food, he cuts my fingers, and breaks jests upon me, I bear them, and beat him: but by this light the dull eyed thinks he does well, does very well, and but that he and I are of two faiths— I fill my belly, and feeds his brain, I could find in my heart to hug him, to hug him. Prithee persuade him to assume spirit and salute us. Lampatho, Lampatho, art out of countenance, for wits sake salute these beauties, how dost like them? Uds fut, I can liken them to nothing, but great men's great horse upon great days, whose tails are trust up in silk and silver. To them man, salute them. Bless you fair Ladies, God make you all his servants. God make you all his servants. He is holpen well had need of you, for be it spoken without profanism he hath more in this train, I fear me you ha' more servants than he, I am sure the Devil is an Angel of darkness. ay but those are Angels of light. Light Angels, prithee leave them, withdraw a little and hear a Sonnet prithee, hear a Sonnet. Made of Albanos widow that was, and monsieur Lauerdures wife that must be. Come leave his lips and command some liquour, if you have no Bottle-Ale, command some Claret-wine and borage, for that's my predominate humour sleek billed Bacchus, let's fill thy guts. Nay hear it, and relish it judiciously. I do relish it most judicially. Adored excellence, delicious sweet. Delicious sweet good, very good. If thou canst taste the purer juice of love. If thou canst taste the purer juice, good still, good still. I do relish it, it tastes sweet. Is not the metaphor good, is't not well followed? Passing good, very pleasing. Is't not sweet. Let me see't I'll make it sweet, I'll soak it in the juice of Helicon. by'r Lady, passing sweet, good, passing sweet. You wrong my Muse. The Irish flux upon thy Muse, thy whorish Muse, Here is no place for her loose brothelry, We will not deal with her, go, away, away, I'll be revenged.
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Bounty, blessednes, and the spirit of wine attend my Mistres. Thankes good chub. God yee god morrow heartely mistres, and how do you since last I saw you. Gods mee you must not inquire how shee does, thats priuy counsell, fie, ther's manners indeed. Pray you pardon my inciuility, I was som-what bould with you, but beleeue me Ile neuer be so sawcy to aske you how you do againe, as long as I liue la. Square chub, what sullene black is that. A tassell that hangs at my purse strings, hee dogs mee and I giue him scraps and pay for his ordinary, feede him, hee liquors himselfe in the iuice of my bounty, and when hee hath suckt vp strength of spirit he squeaseth it in my owne face, when I haue refind and sharp'd his wits with good food, hee cuts my fingers, and breakes iests vpon me, I beare them, and beate him: but by this light the dull eyed thinks he dos wel, dos very well, and but that hee and I are of two faithes—I fill my belly, and feeds his braine, I could find in my heart to hug him, to hug him. Pree-thee perswade him to assume spirit and salute vs. Lampatho, Lampatho, art out of countenance, for witts sake salute these beauties, how doost like them? Vds fut, I can liken them to nothing, but great mens great horse vpon great dayes, whose tailes are trust vp in silke and siluer. To them man, salute them. Blesse you faire Ladies, God make you all his seruants. God make you all his seruants. Hee is holpen well had need of you, for bee it spoken without prophanisme hee hath more in this traine, I feare mee you ha more seruants then he, I am sure the Diuill is an Angell of darkenesse. I but those are Angels of light. Light Angels, pree-thee leaue them, with-draw a little and heare a Sonnet pree-thee, heare a Sonnet. Made of Albanos widdow that was, and Mounsieur Lauerdures wife that must be. Come leaue his lips and command some liquor, if you haue no Bottle-Ale, command some Claret-wine and Bourrage, for that's my predominate humor sleeke billid Bacchus, lets fill thy guttes. Nay heare it, and rellish it iuditiously. I do rellish it most iuditially. Adored excellence, delicious sweet. Delicious sweete good, very good. If thou canst taste the purer iuice of loue. If thou canst taste the purer iuice, good still, good still. I doe rellish it, it tastes sweete. Is not the metaphor good, ist not well followed? Passing good, very pleasing. Ist not sweete. Let me see't Ile make it sweete, Ile soake it in the iuice of Helicon. Bir Lady, passing sweete, good, passing sweete. You wrong my Muse. The Irish flux vpon thy Muse, thy whorish Muse, Heere is no place for her loose brothelry, We will not deale with her, goe, away, away, Ile be reueng'd.