Histriomastix, or The Player Whipped · chunk 7 of 25
Marston, John · published 1610 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) moral · Unknown T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns typicality 0.76 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
What shall we shoot for a green Goose sir? there's a wise match. Faith we may take our bows and shafts and sleep, This dreaming long vacation gives us leave. Gentlemen, well met, what? Pancrace Knights? The bounty of the time will have it so. You are prepared for sport, as well as we. One of the goodliest Spaniels I have seen. And here's the very quintessence of Ducks. For diving mean ye? ay, and thriving too. For I have won three wagers this last week; What? will you go with us and see our sport? No faith sir, I'll go ride and breathe my horse. Why whether ride you? we will all go with you. Let's meet some ten miles hence to hawk & hunt. Content: this plenty yields us choice of sports. Our trades and we are now no fit consorts. Master Clarke of the Kitchen; faith what's your daily expense. Two beeves, a score of Muttons; Hogsheads of Wine, and Beer, a dozen a day. Never was Age more plentiful. Usher, it is my Lord's pleasure, all comer, be bounteously entertained. ay but is't my Lady's pleasure. What else? She scorns to wear cloth-breeches man. A morris-dance of neighbours crave admittance. Porter, let them in man. Butler, make them drink their skins full. God bless the sounder. Porter, are these Players come? Half an hour ago sir. Bid them come in and sing the meat's going up. Gentlemen, and yeomen, attend upon the Sewer. Sir Oliver Owlets men welcome, by God's will, It is my Lord's pleasure it should be so. Sir, we have caroused like Kings, For here is plenty of all things. Look about you Masters; be uncovered. BRave lads come forth and chant it, and chant it, for now 'tis supper time. See how the dishes flaunt it, and flaunt it, with meat to make up rhyme. Pray for his honour truly, and truly, in all he undertakes; He serves the poor most duly, and duly, as all the country speaks. God bless my Lord Mavortius, & his merry men all, To make his honour merry, we sing in the hall. My Masters, for that we are not only (for causes) Come new to the house; but also (for causes) I marvel where you will lodge. We hope (for causes) in the house, though drink be in our heads. Because to Plenty we carouse, for beef and beer, and beds. Said like honest men: what plays have you? Here's a Gentleman scholar writes for us: I pray Master Post-Haste, declare for our credits. For mine own part, though this summer season I am desperate of a horse. 'Tis well; but what plays have you? A Gentleman's a Gentleman, that hath a clean shirt on, with some learning, and so have I. One of you answer the names of your plays, Mother Gurton's needle; (a Tragedy.) The Devil and dives; (a Comedy.) A russet coat, and a knaves cap; (an Infernal) A proud heart and a beggar's purse; (a pastoral.) The widows apron-strings; (a nocturnal.)
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What shall we shoote for a greene Goose sir? Ther's a wise match. Faith we may take our bowes and shafts and sleepe, This dreaming long vacation giues vs leaue. Gentlemen, well met, what? Pancrace Knights? The bounty of the time will haue it so. You are prepard for sport, as well as we. One of the goodliest Spaniels I haue seene. And heere's the very quintessence of Duckes. For diuing meane yee? I, and thriuing too. For I haue wonne three wagers this last weeke; What? will you goe with vs and see our sport? No faith sir, Ile go ride and breath my horse. Why whether ride you? we will all goe with you. Lets meet some ten miles hence to hawke & hunt. Content: this plenty yeelds vs choise of sports. Our trades and we are now no fit consorts. Maister Clarke of the Kitchin; faith what's your dayly expence. Two beeues, a score of Muttons; Hogsheads of Wine, and Beere, a doozen a day. Neuer was Age more plentifull. Vsher, it is my Lords pleasure, all comer, bee bounteously entertaind. I but ist my Ladies pleasure. What else? She scornes to weare cloth-breeches man. A Morrice-daunce of neighbours craue admittance. Porter, let them in man. Butler, make them drinke their skinnes full. God blesse the sounder. Porter, are these Players come? Halfe an houre a goe sir. Bid them come in and sing the meat's going vp. Gentlemen, and yeomen, attend vpon the Sewer. Sir Oliuer Owlets men welcome, by Gods will, It is my Lords pleasure it should be so. Sir, we haue carowst like Kings, For heere is plenty of all things. Looke about you Maisters; be vncouer'd. BRaue ladds come forth and chant it, and chant it, for now 'tis supper time. See how the dishes flaunt it, and flaunt it, with meate to make vp rime. Pray for his honor truly, and truly, in all hee vndertakes; He seru's the poore most duly, and duely, as all the country speakes. God blesse my Lord Mauortius, & his merry men all, To make his honour merry, we sing in the hall. My Maisters, for that we are not onely (for causes) Come new to the house; but also (for causes) I matuaile where you will lodge. We hope (for causes) in the house, though drinke be in our heads. Because to Plenty we carowse, for beefe and beere, and beds. Sed like honest men: what playes haue you? Here's a Gentleman scholler writes for vs: I pray Maister Post-hast, declare for our credits. For mine owne part, though this summer season I am desperate of a horse. 'Tis well; but what playes haue you? A Gentleman's a Gentleman, that hath a cleane shirt on, with some learning, and so haue I. One of you answer the names of your playes, Mother Gurtons neadle; (a Tragedy.) The Diuell and Diues; (a Comedie.) Arusset coate, and a Knaues cap; (an Infernall) A prowd heart and a beggars purse; (a pastorall.) The Widdowes apron-strings; (a nocturnall.)