Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Honest Sergeant, Conscionable Officer, did I forget myself even now, a vice that sticks to me always when I am drunk to abuse my best friends: where didst buy this buff? Let me not live but I'll give thee a good suit of durance, Wilt thou take my bond Sergeant? Where's a Scrivener, a Scrivener good Yeoman? you shall have my sword and hangers to pay him. Not so Sir: but you shall be prisoner in my house: I do not think but that your cousin will visit you there i'th' morning, and take order for you. Well said; was't not a most treacherous part to arrest a man in the night▪ and when he is almost drunk, when he hath not his wits about him to remember which of his friends is in the Subsidy: Come did I abuse you, I recant, you are as necessary in a city as Tumblers in Norfolk, Sumners in Lancashire, or rakehells in an Army. Buy any small Coal, buy any small Coal. Collier, Collier? What sayst boy. Ware the Pillory. O boy the pillory assures many a man that he is no cuckold, for how impossible wear it a man should thrust his head through so small a loophole if his forehead were branched boy? Collier: how came the goose to be put upon you, ha? I'll tell thee, the Term lying at Winchester in Henry the Thirds days, and many French Women coming out of the Isle of Wight thither (as it hath always been seen) though the Isle of Wight could not of long time neither endure Foxes nor Lawyers. yet it could brook the more dreadful Cockatrice, there were many Punks in the Town (as you know our Term is their Term) your Farmers that would spend but three pence on his ordinary, would lavish half a Crown on his Lechery: and many men (Calves as they were) would ride in a farmer's foul boots before breakfast, the commonest sinner had more fluttering about her, than a fresh punk hath when she comes to a Town of Garrison, or to a university. Captains, Scholars, servingmen, jurors, Clarks, Townsmen, and the Blackguard used all to one Ordinary, and most of them were called to a pitiful reckoning▪ for before two returns of Michaelmas, Surgeons were full of business, the care of most secrecy grew as common as Lice in Ireland, or as scabs in France. One of my Tribe a Collier carried in his Cart 40. maimed soldiers to Salisbury, looking as pitifully as Dutchmen first made drunk, then carried to beheading. Every one that met him cried, ware the Goose Collier, and from that day to this, there's a record to be seen at Croyden, how that pitiful waftage which in deed was virtue in the Collier, that all that time would carry no Coals, laid this Imputation on all the posterity. You are full of tricks collier. Boy where dwells master Wafer? Why hear! what wouldst? I am one of his juveniles? Hath he not a child at nurse at More-clack?
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Honest Sergeant, Conscionable Officer, did I forget my selfe euen now, a vice that sticks to me alwaies when I am drunke to abuse my best friends: where didst buy this buffe? Let me not liue but Ile giue thee a good suite of durance, Wilt thou take my bond Sergeant? Wheres a Scriuener, a Scriuener good Yeoman? you shal haue my sword and hangers to paie him. Not so Sir: but you shall be prisoner in my house: I do not thinke but that your Cosin will visit you there i'th morning, and take order for you. Well said; wast not a most treacherous part to arrest a man in the night▪ and when he is almost drunk, when he hath not his wits about him to remember which of his friends is in the Subsedy: Come did I abuse you, I recant, you are as necessary in a city as Tumblers in Norfolke, Sumners in Lancashire, or Rake-hels in an Armie▪ Buy any small Coale, buy any smal Coale. Collier, Collier? What saist boy. Ware the Pillory. O boy the pillory assures many a man that he is no cukold, for how impossible weare it a man should thrust his head through so small a Loope-ho'e if his foreheade were brauncht boy? Collier: how came the goose to be put vpon you, ha? Ile tell thee, the Tearme lying at Winchester in Henry the Thirds daies, and many French Women comming out of the Isle of Wight thither (as it hath alwaies beene seene) though the Isle of Wight could not of long time neither in dure Foxes nor Lawyers. yet it could brook the more dreadful Cockatrice, there were many Punkes in the Towne (as you know our Tearme is their Tearme) your Farmers that would spend but three pence on his ordinarie, woulde lauish halfe a Crowne on his Leachery: and many men (Calues as they were) would ride in a Farmers foule bootes before breakefast, the commonst sinner had more fluttering about her, then a fresh punke hath when she comes to a Towne of Garrison, or to a vniuersity. Captains, Schollers, Seruingmen, Iurors, Clarks, Townesmen, and the Blacke-guarde vsed all to one Ordinarye, and most of them were cald to a pittifull reckoning▪ for before two returnes of Michaelmas, Surgeons were full of busines, the care of most secresie grew as common as Lice in Ireland, or as scabbes in France. One of my Tribe a Collier carried in his Cart 40. maim'd souldiors to Salsbury, looking as pittifully as Dutchmen first made drunke, then carried to bee-heading. Euery one that mette him cried, ware the Goose Collier, and from that day to this, thers a record to be seene at Croiden, howe that pittifull watage which in deede was vertue in the Collier, that all that time would carry no Coales, laid this Imputation on all the posterity. You are ful of tricks Colliar. Boy where dwels maister Wafer? Why heare! what wouldst? I am one of his Iuvinals? Hath he not a child at nursse at More-clacke?