Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1616 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1616] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Learned Sir, will you bid my man come to me? and requesting a greater measure of your learning, good night, good Mr Roger. Good Sir, peace be with you. adieu dear Domine. Half a dozen such in a Kingdom would make a man forswear confession: for who that had but half his wits about him would commit the counsel of a serious sin to such a cruel nightcap? Why how now, shall we have an antic? Whose head do you carry upon your shoulders, that you jowl it so against the post? Is't for your ease? or have you seen the Seller? Where are my slippers sir? Here Sir. Where Sir? have you got the pot verdugo? have you seen the horse's Sir? Yes Sir. Have they any meat? Faith Sir they have a kind of wholesome rushes, hay I cannot call it. And no provender? Sir so I take it. You are merry Sir, and why so? Faith Sir, here are no oats to be got, unless you'll have 'em in porridge: the people are so mainly given to spoonmeat: yonder's a cast of Coach-mares of the gentlewoman's, the strangest Cattle. Why? Why they are transparent sir, you may see through them: and such a house? Come Sir, the truth of your discovery. Sir they are in tribes like Jews: the Kitchen and the Dairy make one tribe, and have their faction and their fornication within themselves; the Buttery and the Laundry are another, and there's no love lost; the chambers are entire, and what's done there, is somewhat higher than my knowledge; but this I am sure, between these copulations, a stranger is kept virtuous, that is, fasting. But of all this the drink Sir. What of that Sir? Faith Sir I will handle it as the time and your patience will give me leave. This drink, or this cooling julep, of which three spoonfuls kills the Calenture, a pint breeds the cold Palsy. Sir you bely the house. I would I did Sir. But as I am a true man, if 'twere but one degree colder, nothing but an ass's hoof would hold it. I am glad on't Sir: for if it had proved stronger, you had been tongue-tied of these commendations. Light me the candle Sir, I'll hear no more. Come my brave man of war, trace out thy darling, And you my learned Council, set and turn boys Kiss till the Cow come home, kiss close, kiss close knave s. My modern Poet, thou shalt kiss in couplets. Strike up you merry varlets, and leave your peeping, This is no pay for Fiddlers. O my dear boy, thy Hercules, thy Captain Makes thee his Hilas, his delight, his solace. Love thy brave man of war, and let thy bounty Clap him in chamois: Let there be deducted out of our main potation Five Marks in hatchments to adorn this thigh, Cramped with this rest of peace, and I will fight Thy battles.
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Learned Sir, will you bid my man come to me? and requesting a greater measure of your learning, good night, good Mr Roger. Good Sir, peace be with you. Adue deare Domine. Halfe a dozen such in a Kingdome would make a man forsweare consession: for who that had but halfe his wits about him would commit the counsell of a serious sin to such a cruell nightcap? Why how now, shall we haue an Antique? Whose head do you carry vpon your shoulders, that you jole it so against the post? Is't for your ease? or haue you seene the Sllor? VVhere are my slippers sir? Here Sir. VVhere Sir? haue you got the pot verdugo? haue you seene the horses Sir? Yes Sir. Haue they any meate? Faith Sir they haue a kinde of wholsome rushes, hay I cannot cal it. And no prouender? Sir so I take it. You are merry Sir, and why so? Faith Sir, heere are no oates to be got, vnlesse youle haue vm in porredge: the people are so mainely giuen to spoonemeate: yonders a cast of Coach-mares of the gentlewomans, the strangest Cattell. Why? Why they are transpārant sir, you may see through them: and such a house? Come Sir, the truth of your discouery. Sir they are in tribes like Iewes: the Kitchen and the Dayrie make one tribe, and haue their faction and their fornication within themselues; the Buttry and the Laundry are an other, and ther's no loue lost; the chambers are intire, and what's done there, is somewhat higher then my knowledge; but this I am sure, betweene these opulations, a stranger is kept vertuous, that is, fasting. But of all this the drinke Sir. What of that Sir? Faith Sir I will handle it as the time and your patience will giue me leaue. This drinke, or this cooling Iulip, of which three spoonefuls kils the Calenture, a pinte breeds the cold Palsie. Si you bely the house. I would I did Sir. But as I am a true man, if twere but one degree colder, nothing but an asses hoofe would hold it. I am glad on't Sir: for if it had proued stronger, you had been tongue-tide of these commendations. Light me the candle Sir, Ile heare no more. Come my braue man of war, trace out thy darling, And you my learned Councell, set and turne boyes Kisse till the Cow come home, kisse close, kisse close knaue s. My moderne Poet, thou shalt kisse in couplets. Strike vp you merry varlets, and leaue your peeping, This is no pay for Fidlers. O my deare boy, thy Hercules, thy Captaine Makes thee his Hilas, his delight, his solace. Loue thy braue man of war, and let thy bounty Clap him in Shamois: Let ther be deductedd out of our maine potation Fiue Marks in hatchments to adorne this thigh, Crampt with this rest of peace, and I will fight Thy battels.