The Devil's Charter, or Pope Alexander the Sixth · chunk 34 of 45
Barnes, Barnabe · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Barber bring in some linen for my Lords Bring me some wine for I am very thirsty I listened for that string and he hath touched it. willt please your Lordship sit on this low chair? Rub my head first then comb it, Fill me some wine Bernardo, Good my Lord cool yourself a little, Give me wine and let it be thy labour good Barnardo To call for music. Brother in this cup I commend the loves, Of all true Faventines our trusty friends, Hoping ere long to live again with them. I thank you brother, if our father Pope. Perform his promise we shall soon return. This wine was good yet tasteth of the cask, It hath a musty relish. Let's here this music, Holla within there. My Lord. I think it good after this little rubbing to repose my body I am some what heavy. I know the cause, And what Bernardo. Marry with much motion of your bodies my Lords, You must not be so vehement in play. I knew a noble French man at Anchona, Twenty years since at tennis took his death. With over heating of himself in play. More music there. My Lords are both asleep music depart. And leave them to their ease; alas sweet boys, Is it not pity that these noble branches, So sweetly knit in one, should never wake? I that am hard of heart sigh for their sake, My Lord. What news man? Both fast asleep. And both upon one bed? 'tis done. And chamber voided? All is performed my Lord. My blessing rest upon thee my Benardo. Depart now with those letters I delivered, To be conveyed to Florence leave me here. Slp both secure vpon your fatall bed, Now that the God of silence Morpheus, Hath with his signet of black horn sealed up, Your languid eye lids loaden with pale death, Sleep until you draw your latest breath, Poor harmless boys' strangers to sin and evil, Oh were my soul as innocent as yours! This office is of highest consequence, In friendship for I consider it, I sent you from a million of sorrows, Into the flowery fields of Paradise. Their to go habit in the groves of myrtle, To feed on Manna and to drink pure Nectar, A cup of everlasting happiness. Where such sweet music unconceivable, Shall entertain your senses in sweet comfort, As the delight thereof shall never die Astor what Astor speak awake Phillippo, Both fast asleep. Now Roderick betake thee to thy task, What? peace Astor begins to talk I will attend. Fair gracious Angel of eternal light, Which reachest out that hand of happiness. Hailing my spirit to that triumphant throne, Of endless comfort I adore thy grace. Oh golden light of never setting Sun, Hark brother Astor hark my soul is rapt, Into the joys of heaven with harmony.
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Barber bring in some linnen for my Lords Bring me some wine for I am very thirsty I listend for that string and he hath toucht it. Wilt please your Lordship sit on this low chaire? Rub my head first then combe it, Fill me some wine Bernardo, Good my Lord coole your selfe a litle, Giue me wine and let it be thy laboure good Barnardo To call for musicke. Brother in this cup I commend the loues, Of all true Fauentines our trusty friends, Hoping ere long to liue againe with them. I thanke you brother, if our father Pope. Performe his promise we'shall soone returne. This wine was good yet tasteth of the casck, It hath a musty rellish. Lets here this musicke, Holla within there. My Lord. I thinke it good after this little rubbing to repose my body I am some what heauy. I know the cause, And what Bernardo. Marry with much motion of your bodies my Lords, You must not be so vehement in play. I knew a noble French man at Anchona, Twenty yeares since at tennice tooke his death. With ouer heating of him selfe in play. More musicke there. My Lords are both a sleepe musicke depart. And leaue them to their ease; alasse sweet boyes, Is it not pitty that these noble branches, So sweetly knit in one, should neuer wake? I that am hard of heart sighe for their sake, My Lord. What newes man? Both fast a sleepe. And both vpon one bed? Ti done. And chamber voyded? All is performed my Lord. My blessinge rest vpon thee my Benardo. Depart now with those letters I deliuerd, To be conuayd to lorece leaue me here. Slp both secure vpon your fatall bed, Now hat he God of silence Morpheus, Hath with his to black horne seal'd vp, Your langued eye lids loaden with pale death, Sleepe vntill you draw your latest breath, Poore hameles boyes strangers to sinne and euill, Oh were my soule as innocent as yours! This office is of highest consequence, In friendshp for I consider it, I sent you from a million of sorrows, Into the flowry fields of Paradice. Their to goe habit in the groues of mittle, To feed on Manna and to drinke pure Nectar, A cup of euerlasting happines. Where such sweet musick vn-con-ceiueable, Shall entertaine your senses in sweet comfort, As the delight thereof shall neuer die Astor what Astor speake awake Phillippo, Both fast a sleepe. Now Roderick betake thee to thy taske, What? peace Astor begins to talke I will attend. Faire gratious Angell of eternall light, Which reachest out that hand of happines. Hayling my spirit to that triumphant throne, Of endles comfort I adore thy grace. Oh goulden light of neuer setting Sunne, Harke brother Astor harke my soule is rapt, Into the ioyes of heauen with harmony.