Field, Nathan · published 1612 · first performed or written 1609 [1609-1610] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queens Revels (Children of the Whitefriars) (?) · before the Court unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 537 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Faith you had, I must needs say so to. And I must needs say as my Lord says. Sir Iohn I thank you, and my honoured Lord: But I am sorry for this other News Concerning Mistress Kate, and my good friend. 'tis certain true: He keeps his word well too, He said he would come to dinner. All we cannot get M. Katherine out of her chamber. Oh good old woman, she is topshackled. 'tis pestilence Sack, and cruel claret. Knight, stand to me Knight I say, up, a cold stomach; give me my Aquavitae bottle. Oh Guinevere, as I am a justice of peace and Coram, 'twere a good deed to commit thee, Fie, fie, fie. Why alas, I cannot help this and I should be hanged, she'll be as drunk as a Porter: I'll tell you my Lord, I have seen her so bepiss the Rushes, as she has danced at a Wedding: Her belly, and that Aquavitae bottle, have almost undone my Father: Well I think in Conscience, she is not my natural begotten Mother. Ha, ha, ha. Well said my wise Sir Abraham. Oh this Music and good Wine is the soul of all the world. Come, will your Lordship make one at Primero, until your Bride come forth. You can play well my Lord. Whole? Who my Lord, the only player at Primero i'th' Court. I'd rather play at Bowls. My Lords for you for that too: the only, Bowler in London, that is not a Church warden. Can he fence well too M. Pendant? Who my Lord? the only Fencer in Christendom, he'll hit you. He shall not hit me, I assure you now. Is he good at the exercise of drinking Sir? Who my Lord; the only Drunkard i'th' world, drinker I would say. Godamercy for that. I would he heard him. Oh fie no, none so good as my Lord. Hardly, by’r lady, hardly. How now, whose's this? What would you? I would speak with the Lady Bellafront, From the young Lady Lucie. You had best send in your Letter, she is withdrawn. My Lady gave me charge of the delivery, And I must do't myself, or carry it back. A trusty servant, that way leads you to her. This trust in Servants is a jewel; Come, Let us to Bowls i'th' Garden. Blessed fate. Oh thou, whose words and actions seemed to me, As innocent as this smooth sleep, which hath Locked up thy powers: would thou hadst slept, when first Thou sentest and proferredst me beauty and love: I had been ignorant then of such a loss, happy's that wretch in my opinion, That never owned scarce jewels, or bright Sums, He can lose nothing but his constant wants: But speakless is his plague, that once had store, and from superfluous state falls to be poor: Such is my hell-bred hap, could Nature make So fair a superficies, to enclose So false a heart; This is like gilded Tombs, Compacted of jet Pillars, Marble stones, Which hide from's stinking Flesh, and rotten bones. Pallas so sat (methinks) in Hector's Tent; But time so precious and so dangerous Why do I lose thee? Madam, my Lady, Madam.
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Faith you had, I must needs say so to. And I must needs say as my Lord saies. Sir Iohn I thanke you, and my honor'd Lord: But I am sorrie for this other Newes Concerning Mistris Kate, and my good friend. Tis certaine true: He keepes his word well too, He saide he would come to dinner. All we cannot get M. Katherine out of hir chamber. Oh good old woman, she is topshackeld. Tis pestlence Sacke, and cruell Clarret. Knight, stand to me Knight I say, vp, a cold stomacke; giue me my Aqua-vitae bottle. Oh Guiniuer, as I am a Iustice of peace and Coram, t'were a good deed to commit thee, Fie, fie, fie. Why alas, I cannot helpe this and I should bee hang'd, shee'le bee as drunke as a Porter: Ile tell you my Lorde, I haue seene her so bepisse the Rushes, as shee has danc'd at a Wedding: Her bellie, and that Aqua-vitae bottle, haue almost vndone my Father: VVell I thinke in Conscience, shee is not my naturall begotten Mother. Ha, ha, ha. Well said my wise Sir Abraham. Oh this Musicke and good Wine is the soule of all the world. Come, wil your Lordship make one at Primero, vntill your Bride come foorth. You can play well my Lord. VVhol? VVho my Lord, the onelie player at Primero i'th Court. I'de rather play at Bowles. My Lords for you for that too: the onely, Bowler in London, that is not a Church warden. Can he fence well too M. Pendant? Who my Lord? the only Fencer in Christendom, hee'l hit you. He shall not hit me, I assure you now. Is he good at the exercise of drinking Sir? Who my Lord; the onely Drunkard i'th VVoild, drinker I would say. Godamercie for that. I would he heard him. Oh sie no, none so good as my Lord. Hardly, berladie, hardlie. How now, whose this? VVhat would you? I would speake with the Ladie Bellafront, From the young Ladie Lucie. You had best send in your Letter, shee is withdrawne. My Ladie gaue me charge of the deliuery, And I must doo't my selfe, or cartie it backe. A trustie seruant, that way leads you to her. This trust in Seruants is a Iewell; Come, Let vs to Bowles i'th Garden. Blessed fate. Oh thou, whose words and actions seemd to me, As innocent as this smooth sleepe, which hath Lockt vp thy powers: would thou hadst slept, when first Thou sent'st and proferredst me beautie and loue: I had bin ignorant then of such a losse, Happie's that wretch in my opinion, That neuer ownd scarse Iewels, or bright Somes, He can loose nothing but his constant wants: But speaklesse is his plague, that once had store, and from superfluous state fals to be poore: Such is my hell-bred hap, coud Nature make So faire a superficies, to enclose So false a heart; This is like gilded Tombes, Compacted of Iet Pillars, Marble stones, Which hide from's stinking Flesh, and rotten bones. Pallas so sat (methinkes) in Hectors Tent; But time so precious and so dangerous Why do I loose thee? Madam, my Lady, Madam.