Sharpham, Edward · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
how? sister, nay now I smell you i'faith, d'ye hear, d'ye hear, whose Fiddlers are you two? what Instruments do you bear I pray? You have told a wise tale, faith fir we carry none. 'tis true my little musicians, you carry but the cases my little curtals, i'faith I smell a smock here too, and are you two wenches i'faith? If we were, I hope thou wouldest not wrong us. No, as I am true Italian borne. Then 'tis true, we confess to thee we are both wenches, and the love of these two Gentlemen, Spark and Russel hath made us leave ourselves to wait on them which by misfortune we did miss. But believe me my little Gallants, ye play the Boys well. Well? why i'll tell thee, I have played the boy so long as I am changed into the nature of a boy, i'll go to span-counter with any page in Europe, for his best garters I can tell bawdy tales, drink drunk, brag, swear, and lie with any Lackey in the town. I can man a punk to a play, or slander any Gentlewoman as well as any Inns a Court puny, I can as well as he, swear such a Lady is in love with me, and such a citizens Daughter would have come to bed to me, when all shall be as true as thy Ladies are honest. I wonder thou'lt live in such a sinful place. Thy Ladies are as common as any Tavern door. Good comparisons, for a man comes no sooner into a Tavern, but he's welcome, and the operation of the pot makes him not able to stand when he comes out. But what shall we do in this matter? Do? Why complain them to the Magistrates, and prevent the murder. No, not so, i'll tell you how't shall be, hark in your ears. Do it and we shall ever thank thee. Come let's about it then. What's this? O this is Arringus; this makes the old man able, and the young man lusty, strengtheneth the nerves & doth concoct the blood, and her name is written on the box, because my wife should know it in my absence: this is Civet, this comes from the cat's tail, I would my were such a Cat: this perfumes your Ladies, and not without cause, for some, I mean whose sweet breath is dead, and teeth mourn in black for the loss on't this makes your young Gallants smell them nine days before they see them, like young poops: this drug is precious & dear; what's this? O this is the spirit of roses, nineteen bushels and a half of Roses make but an ounce, & a dram on't, 'tis made of the Quintessence of the water after the fifteenth distillation: none may kiss a Lady after she hath anointed her lips with this, under the degree of a Lord at least, 'tis worth nine pounds an ounce, yet I could never still it so.
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Howe? sister, nay now I smell you yfaith, doy' heare, doy' heare, whose Fidlers are you two? what Instruments do you beare I pra'y? You haue tolde a wise tale, fayth fir wee carrie none. T'is true my little musitians, you carry but the cases my little curtals, yfaith I smell a smock heere too, and are you two wenches yfaith? If we were, I hope thou wouldest not wrong vs. No, as I am true Italian borne. Then tis true, wee confesse to thee wee are both wenches, and the loue of these two Gentlemen, Sparke and Ruffel hath made vs leaue our selues to waite on them which by misfortune we did misse. But beleeue me my little Gallants, yee play the Boyes well. Well? why ile tell thee, I haue plaid the boy so long as I am chang'd into the nature of a boy, ile goe to spancounter with any page in Europe, for his best garters I can tell baudie tales, drinke drunke, brag, sweare, and lye with any Lackie in the towne. I can man a punck to a play, or slaunder any Gentlewoman as well as anie Innes a Court puny, I can as well as he, sweare such a Lady is in loue with me, and such a Cittizens Daughter would haue come to bed to mee, when all shall be as true as thy Ladies are honest. I wonder thoult liue in such a sinfull place. Thy Ladies are as common as any Tauerne doore. Good comparisons, for a man comes no sooner into a Tauerne, but hees welcome, and the operation of the pot makes him not able to stand when he comes out. But what shall we doe in this matter? Doe? Why complaine them to the Magistrates, and preuent the murder. No, not so, ile tell you how't shall bee, harke in your eares. Doe it and we shall euer thanke thee. Come lets about it then. Whats this? O this is Arringus; this makes the old man able, and the young man lustie, strengthneth the nerues & doth concoct the bloud, and her name is written on the box, because my wife should knowe it in my absence: this is Ciuet, this comes from the Cats taile, I would my were such a Cat: this perfumes your Ladies, and not without cause, for some, I meane whose sweet breath is dead, and teeth mourne in blacke for the losse on't this makes your young Gallants smell them nine daies before they see them, like young poops: this drug is pretious & deere; whats this? O this is the sptrit of roses, nineteene bushels and a halfe of Roses make but an ounce, & a dram on't, tis made of the Quinressence of the water after the fifteenth distillation: none may kisse a Ladie after shee hath annointed her lips with this, vnder the degree of a Lord at least, tis worth nine poundes an ounce, yet I could neuer still it so.