Anonymous · published 1609 · first performed or written 1607 [1599-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns typicality 0.81 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Say on my sweet bully, mine Host will attend thee, speak roundly to the purpose and welcome my bully. Marry thus: there are are great revels & shows prepared to beautify the nuptials of Lentulus and Tully, in which the Citizens have the least share, now would but you and some others that I shall collect, join hands with me in some quaint jest, Our show shall deserve grace, and brave the rest. I have thee brave spirit, thou'rt of the true seed of Troy, let's be merry and wise, merry hearts live long mine Host, my brave Host with his neighbour Cornutus shall be two of the Maskers, and the Morris shall be danced, Not so mine Host, I dare not do so, 'twill destemper my wife, my house will be unquiet, mum, mum, I know the world well enough. Thou shalt go says mine Host, merry hearts live long, welcome bully, mine Host shall make one, so shall my Cornutus, for if I say the word the mouse shall be dun. Save ye mine Host, here's a parcel of Corn was directed to be delivered at your house. What ware my little Atlas, what ware is it? I know not, but i'm sure 'tis as heavy as a horse and— I think 'tis a barrel of oil, for it spurged at my back. It was oil, for I drew the Tap. What Bos, what mak'st thou here? Oh charadeum soboles magnum bovis increm entum! Bos art there there? As sure as you are there signor. Bos, will ye not forsake your cabin? Oh sir, he that has not a tiled house must be glad of a thatched house: may I crave a suit of you signor? What suit Bos? What you please, beggars must not choose. Bos is grown mystical, he's too dark. I speak hebrew indeed like Adam and Eve, before they fell to spinning: not a rag. What, naked Bos? As ye see, will ye hear my suit signor? Drunk & his clothes stolen, what thief would do it? Any thief sir, but no true man. Well Bos, to obtain a suit at my hands, and to do some penance for your fault, you shall here maintain an argument in the defence of drunkenness: mine Host shall hear it i'll be your oppoment, Acutus moderator: wilt thou do it. A mad merry prig, all good spirits, wilt thou do it Bos? I'll do't. Seat ye, here's my place, now Bos propound. Drunkenness is a virtue. Your proof. Good drink is full of virtue, Now full of good drink is drunk, Erge, to be drunk is to be virtuous. I deny it, good drink is full of vice, Drink takes away the senses, Man that is senseless is vicious, Ergo, good drink is full of vice. I deny it still, good drink makes good blood, Good blood needs no Barber, Ergo, 'tis good to drink good drink.
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Say on my ſweete bullie, mine Hoſt will attend thee, ſpeake roundly to the purpoſe and welcome my bullie. Marrie thus: there are are great reuels & ſhews preparde to beautifie the nuptials of Lentulus and Tully, in which the Cittizens haue the leaſt ſhare, now would but you and ſome others that I ſhall collect, ioyne hands with me in ſome queint ieſt, Our ſhew ſhall deſerue grace, and braue the reſt. I haue thee braue ſpirit, tha'rt of the true ſeed of Troy, lets bee merrie and wiſe, merrie hearts liue long mine Hoſt, my braue Hoſt with his neighbor Cornutus ſhall bee two of the Maskers, and the Morrice ſhall bee daunc'd, Not ſo mine Hoſt, I dare not doe ſo, t'wil deſtemper my wife, my houſe will be vnquiet, mum, mum, I know the world well enough. Thou ſhalt goe ſaies mine Hoſt, merrie hearts liue long, welcome bully, mine Hoſt ſhall make one, ſo ſhal my Cornutus, for if I ſay the word the mouſe ſhall be dun. Saue ye mine Hoſt, heeres a parcell of Corne was directed to be deliuered at your houſe. What ware my little Atlas, what ware is it? I know not, but i'me ſure tis as heauie as a horſe and— I thinke tis a barrel of oyle, for it ſpurg'd at my backe. It was oyle, for I drew the Tap. What Bos, what makſt thou heere? Oh charadeum ſoboles magnum bouis increm entum! Bos art there there? As ſure as you are there Signior. Bos, will ye not forſake your Cabbin? Oh ſir, he that has not a tilde houſe muſt bee glad of a thatcht houſe: may I craue a ſuite of you ſignior? What ſuite Bos? What you pleaſe, beggers muſt not chuſe. Bos is growne miſticall, hee's too dark. I ſpeake hebrew indeed like Adam and Eue, before they fel to ſpinning: not a rag. What, naked Bos? As ye ſee, will ye heare my ſuite ſignior? Drunk & his cloathes ſtoln, what theef wold do it? Any theefe ſir, but no true man. Wel Bos, to obtaine a ſuite at my handes, and to doe ſome pennance for your fault, you ſhal here maintaine an argument in the defence of drunkennes: mine Hoſt ſhall heare it ile be your oppoment, Acutus moderator: wilt thou doe it. A mad merrie prig, all good ſpirits, wilt thou doe it Bos? Ile doo't. Seate yee, heres my place, now Bos propound. Drunkennes is a vertue. Your proofe. Good drinke is full of vertue, Now full of good drinke is drunke, Erge, to be drunke is to be vertuous. I deny it, good drinke is full of vice, Drinke takes away the ſences, Man that is ſenceleſſe is vitious, Ergo, good drinke is full of vice. I deny it ſtill, good drinke makes good bloud, Good blood needes no Barber, Ergo, tis good to drinke good drinke.