Beaumont, Francis · published 1613 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns typicality 0.72 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Well sir he shall come out, but if our play miscarry, sir you are like to pay for't. Bring him away then. This will be brave i'faith, George shall not he dance the morris too for the credit of the Strand. No sweet heart it will be too much for the boy, o there he is Nell, he's reasonable well in reparel, but he has not rings enough. London, to thee I do present the merry Month of May Let each true Subject be content to hear me what I say: For from the top of Conduit head, as plainly may appear, I will both tell my name to you and wherefore I came here. My name is Raph, by due descent, though not ignoble I, Yet far inferior to the Flock of gracious Grocery. And by the Common-council, of my fellows in the Strand, With guilded Staff, and crossed Scarf, the May-lord here I stand. Rejoice, o English hearts, rejoice, rejoice o Lovers dear, Rejoice o City, Town, and Country, rejoice eke every Shire; For now the fragrant Flowers do spring and sprout in seemly sort, The little Birds do sit and sing, the Lambs do make fine sport. And now the Burchin Tree doth bud that makes the School boy cry The morris rings while Hobby-horse doth foot it feateously: The Lords and Ladies now abroad for their disport and play, Do kiss sometimes upon the Grass, and sometimes in the Hey. Now Butter with a leaf of Sage is good to Purge the blood, Fly Venus and Phlebotomy for they are neither good. Now little fish on tender stone, begin to cast their bellies, And sluggish snails, that erst were mute, do creep out of their shells The rumbling Rivers now do warm for little boys to paddle, The sturdy Steed, now goes to grass, and up they hang his saddle. The heavy Heart, the bellowing Buck, the Rascal and the Pricket, Are now among the yeoman's Pease, and leave the fearful thicket. And be like them, o you, I say, of this same noble Town, And lift aloft your velvet heads, and slipping of your gown: With bells on legs, and napkins clean unto your shoulders tide, With Scarves & Garters as you please, & heigh for our Town cried March out and show your willing minds by twenty and by twenty, To Hogsdon or to Newington, where Ale and Cakes are plenty: And let it near be said, for shame, that we the youths of London, Lay thrumming of our Caps at home, and left our custom undone. Up then, I say, both young and old, both man and maid a-Maying With Drums and Guns that bounce aloud, & merry Taber playing. Which to prolong, God save our King, and send his Country peace And root out Treason from the Land, and so, my friends I cease.
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Well sir hee shall come out, but if our play miscarry, sir you are like to pay for't. Bring him away then. This will bebraue i'faith, George shall not he dance the morrice too for the credit of the Strand. No sweete heart it will bee too much for the boy, ô there he is Nel, hee's reasonable well in reparell, but hee has not rings enough. London, to thee I do present the merry Month of May Let each true Subiect be content to heare me what I say: For from the top of Conduit head, as plainely may appeare, I will both tell my name to you and wherefore I came heere. My name is Raph, by due discent, though not ignoble I, Yet far inferior to the Flocke of gratious Grocery. And by the Common-councell, of my fellowes in the Strand, With guilded Staffe, and crossed Skarfe, the May-lord here I stand. Reioyce, ô English hearts, reioyce, reioyce ô Louers deere, Reioyce ô Citty, Towne, and Country, reioyce eke euery Shire; For now the fragrant Flowers do spring and sprout in seemely sort, The little Birds do sit and sing, the Lambes do make fine sport. And now the Burchin Tree doth bud that maks the Schoole boy cry The Morrice rings while Hobby-horse doth foote it feateously: The Lords and Ladies now abroad for their disport and play, Do kisse sometimes vpon the Grasse, and sometimes in the Hey. Now Butter with a leafe of Sage is good to Purge the bloud, Fly Venus and Phlebotomy for they are neither good. Now little fish on tender stone, beginne to cast their bellies, And sluggish snails, that erst were mute, do creep out of their shelies The rumbling Riuers now do warme for little boies to padle, The sturdy Steede, now goes to grasse, and vp they hang his saddle. The heauy Hart, the bellowing Bucke, the Rascal and the Pricket, Are now among the Yeomans Pease, and leaue the fearefull thicket. And be like them, ô you, I say, of this same noble Towne, And lift aloft your veluet heads, and slipping of your gowne: With bels on legs, and napkins cleane vnto your shoulders tide, With Scarfes & Garters as you please, & Hey for our Town cri'd March out and shew your willing minds by twenty and by twenty, To Hogsdon or to Newington, where Ale and Cakes are plenty: And let it nere be said, for shame, that we the youths of London, Lay thrumming of our Caps at home, and left our custome vndone. Vp then, I say, both yong and old, both man and maide a Maying With Drums and Guns that bounce alowd, & mery Taber playing. VVhich to prolong, God saue our King, and send his Country peace And roote out Treason from the Land, and so, my friends I cease.