Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns typicality 0.78 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
If I be, I'll build Chimneys with Tobacco but I'll smoke some: and be sure Bird. I'll stick wool upon thy back. Thanks sir, I know you will, for all the kindred of the Monopolies are held to be great Fleecers. So draw those Curtaines; and lets see the pictures vnder m. Welcome to the stillyard fair Ladies. Thanks good master Lynstocke. Hans: some wine Hans. Yaw, yaw, you sall hebben it mester: Old vine, or new vine? Speak women. New wine good sir Gozlin: wine in the must, good Dutchman, for must is best for us women. New vine? vell: two pots of new vine. An honest Butterbox: for if it be old, there's none of it comes into my belly. Why Tenterhook pray thee let's dance friskin, & be merry. Thou art so troubled with Monopolies, they so hang at thy heart strings. Pox a my heart then. I and mine too, if any Courtier of them all set up his gallows there: wench use him as thou dost thy pantables, scorn to let him kiss thy heel, for he feeds thee with nothing but Court holy bread, good words, and cares not for thee: sir Gozlin, will you taste a Dutch whatch you call 'em. Here master Lynstocke, half mine is yours. Bun, Bun, Bun, Bun. Which room? where are they? woe ho, ho, ho, so, ho boys. 'sfoot whose's that? lock our room. Not till I am in: and then lock out the devil though he come in the shape of a puritan. Schoolmaster, welcome? welcome in troth? Who would not be scratched with the briars and brambles to have such burrs sticking on his breeches: Save you gentlemen: O noble Knight. More wine Hans. Am not I (gentlemen) a Ferret of the right hair, that can make three coneys bolt at a clap into your pursenets? ha? little do their 3. husband's dream what copies I am setting their wives now? wert not a rare jest if they should come sneaking upon us like a horrible noise of Fiddlers. Troth I'd not care: let 'em come: I'd tell 'em, we'd ha' none of their dull Music. Here mistress Tenterhook. Thanks good mistress Wafer. whose's there? Peepers: Intelligencers: eavesdroppers. Uds foot, throw a pot at's head? Oh Lord? O Gentlemen, Knight, Ladies, that may be, Citizens wives that are, shift for yourselves, for a pair of your husband's heads are knocking together with Hans his, and inquiring for you. Omni. Keep the door locked. Oh ay, do, do: and let sir Gozlin (because he has been in the low Countries) swear God's Sacrament, and drive 'em away with broken Dutch. Here's a wench has simple Sparks in her: she's my pupil Gallants: Good-god? I see a man is not sure that his wife is in the Chamber, though his own fingers hung on the Padlock: Trapdoors, false Drabs, and Spring-locks, may cozen a covey of Constables. How the silly Husbands might here ha' been gulled with Flemish money: Come: drink up Rhine, Thames and Meander dry, There's Nobody.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T21 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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If I be, Ile build Chimnies with Tobacco but Ile smoake some: and be sure Bird. Ile sticke wooll vpon thy back. Thankes sir, I know you wil, for all the kinred of the Monopolies are held to be great Fleecers. So draw those Curtaines; and lets see the pictures vnder m. Welcome to the Stilliard faire Ladies. Thankes good maister Lynstocke. Hans: some wine Hans. Yaw, yaw, you sall hebben it mester: Old vine, or new vine? Speake women. New wine good sir Gozlin: wine in the must, good Dutchman, for must is best for vs women. New vine? vell: two pots of new vine. An honest Butterbox: for if it be old, theres none of it coms into my belly. Why Tenterhooke pray thee lets dance friskin, & be mery. Thou art so troubled with Monopolies, they so hang at thy heart stringes. Pox a my hart then. I and mine too, if any Courtier of them all set vp his gallowes there: wench vse him as thou dost thy pantables, scorne to let him kisse thy heele, for he feedes thee with nothing but Court holy bread, good words, and cares not for thee: sir Gozlin, will you tast a Dutch whatch you callum. Heere maister Lynstocke, halfe mine is yours. Bun, Bun, Bun, Bun. Which roome? where are they? wo ho, ho, ho, so, ho boies. Sfoot whose that? lock our roome. Not till I am in: and then lock out the diuell tho he come in the shape of a puritan. Scholemaister, welcome? wellcome in troth? Who would not bee scratcht with the bryers and brambles to haue such burs sticking on his breeches: Saue you gentlemen: O noble Knight. More wine Hans. Am not I (gentlemen) a Ferret of the right haire, that can make three Conies bolt at a clap into your pursenets? ha? little do their 3. husbands dreame what coppies I am setting their wiues now? wert not a rare Iest if they should come sneaking vppon vs like a horrible noise of Fidlers. Troth Ide not care: let em come: Ide tell em, weede h none of their dull Musicke. Heere mistris Tenterhooke. Thanks good mistris Wafer. Whose there? Peepers: Intelligencers: Eesdroppers. Vds foot, throw a pot ats head? Oh Lord? O Gentlemen, Knight, Ladies, that may bee, Cittizens wiues that are, shift for your selues, for a paire of your husbands heads are knocking together with Hans his, and inquiring for you. Omni. Keepe the doore lockt. Oh I, do, do: and let sir Gozlin (because he has bin in the low Countries) swear goz Sacrament, and driue e'm away with brokē Dutch. Heres a wench has simple Sparkes in her: shees my pupile Gallants: Good-god? I see a man is not sure that his wife is in the Chamber, tho his owne fingers hung on the Padlocke: Trap-doores, false Drabs, and Spring-lockes, may cozen a Coy of Constables. How the silly Husbands might heere ha beene guld with Flemish mony: Come: drinke vp Rhene, Thames and Meander dry, Theres Nobody.