Technogamia, or The Marriages of the Arts · chunk 34 of 64
Holyday, Barten · published 1618 · first performed or written 1618 [Feb 13] (Annals) comedy · at University T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns typicality 0.77 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
ay, indeed, for they that Number their cups, commonly Multiply their cups. He loves not Astronomia, that does not pledge her a whole one. Well, because 'tis to her, I'll do't, I can't drink. Nor I. Nor I. You won't, I know, require it of me. Well, and you won't, here's to you that will: A second health to Astronomia. A second health to Astronomia. A second health to Astronomia. By Ioue I must be merry, and I will be merry; can you sing? Begin, we'll follow. Begin, we'll follow. Have at you then. FIll up my bowl to the brim-a, That my lips in wine may swim-a; That my Muse may slow And the world may it know: Fill up my bowl to the brim-a That my Muse may slow And the world may it know: Fill up my bowl to the brim-a. he's a puny cannot swagger, Carouse and yet never stagger, But be soberly drunk And closely have his punk: he's a puny cannot swagger. But he soberly drunk And closely have his punk: he's a puny cannot swagger. O my Iacobs staff is broken, And that's a disastrous token, My Compasses did slide, My Ruler slipped aside: O my Iacobs staff is broken. My Compasses did slide My Ruler slipped aside O my jacobs-staff is broken. Come kiss, come kiss, my Corinna, And still that sport we'll beginn-a, That our souls so may meet In our lips, while they greet: Come kiss, come kiss, my Corinna. That our souls so may meet In our lips, while they greet: Come kiss, come kiss, my Corinna. Here's a health to Astronomia. Here's a health to Astronomia. Here's a health to Astronomia. Prithee Poeta do thou sing a Catch alone, and we'll sing the Close with thee. A match, hay boys. THe black Jack The merry black jack As it is tossed on by-a grows, Flows, Till at last they fall to blows, And make their noddles cry-a. Grows, Flows, Till at last the fall to blows, And make their noddles cry-a. The brown bowl, The merry brown bowl, As it goes round about-a. Fill Still Let the world say what it will And drink your drink all out-a. Fill Still Let the world say what it will And drink your drink all out-a. The deep Can The merry deep Can As thou dost freely quaff a. Sing. Fling. Be as merry as a King And Sound a lusty laugh a. Sing. Fling. Be as merry as a King And sound a lusty laugh a. Here's a health to Astronomia. Faith, I can drink no more, Poeta. Nor I. How? not pledge me? Choler, fill the bowl again; by Ioue, not pledge me? pledge me, pledge me, Geographus: for by Ioue— What? I will drink with thee, and I will sing with thee, and I will fight with thee. Nay, 'pray let's have no fighting. By Ioue. I will drink with thee, I will sing with thee, and I will fight with thee.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I, indeed, for they that Number their cups, commonly Multiply their cups. He loues not Aſtronomia, that does not pledge her a whole one. Well, becauſe 'tis to her, Ile doo't, I can't drinke. Nor I. Nor I. You woun't, I know, require it of me. Well, and you woun't, here's to you that will: A ſecond health to Aſtronomia. A ſecond health to Aſtronomia. A ſecond health to Aſtronomia. By Ioue I muſt be merry, and I will be merry; can you ſing? Beginne, wee'll follow. Beginne, wee'll follow. Haue at you then. FIll up my boule to the brim-a, That my lips in wine may ſwim-a; That my Muſe may ſlow And the world may it know: Fill vp my boule to the brimme-a That my Muſe may ſlow And the world may it know: Fill vp my bowle to the brimme-a. Hee's a puny cannot ſwagger, Carouſe and yet neuer ſtagger, But be ſoberly drunke And cloſely haue his punke: Hee's a puny cannot ſwagger. But he ſoberly drunke And cloſely haue his punke: Hee's a puny cannot ſwagger. O my Iacobs ſtaffe is broken, And thats a diſaſt'rous token, My Compaſſes did ſlide, My Ruler ſlipt aſide: O my Iacobs ſtaffe is broken. My Compaſſes did ſlide My Ruler ſlipt aſide O my Iacobs-ſtaffe is broken. Come kiſſe, come kiſſe, my Corinna, And ſtill that ſport wee'l beginn-a, That our ſoules ſo may meet In our lippes, while they greet: Come kiſſe, come kiſſe, my Corinna. That our ſoules ſo may meet In our lippes, while they greet: Come kiſſe, come kiſſe, my Corinna. Here's a health to Aſtronomia. Here's a health to Aſtronomia. Here's a health to Aſtronomia. Prethee Poeta doe thou ſing a Catch alone, and wee'l ſing the Cloſe with thee. A match, hay boyes. THe blacke Jacke The merry blacke Iacke As it is toſt on by-a Growes, Flowes, Till at laſt they fall to blowes, And make their noddles cry-a. —Growes, Flowes, Till at laſt the fall to blowes, And make their noddles cry-a. The browne bowle, The merry browne bowle, As it goes round about-a. Fill Still Let the world ſay what it will And drinke your drinke all out-a. —Fill Still Let the world ſay what it will And drinke your drinke all out-a. The deepe Canne The merry deepe Canne As thou doſt freely quaffe a. Sing. Fling. Be as merry as a King And Sound a luſty laugh a. Sing. Fling. Be as merry as a King And ſound a luſty laugh a. Here's a health to Aſtronomia. Faith, I can drinke no more, Poeta. Nor I. How? not pledge me? Choler, fil the bowle againe; by Ioue, not pledge me? pledge me, pledge me, Geographus: for by Ioue— What? I will drinke with thee, and I will ſing with thee, and I will fight with thee. Nay, 'pray let's haue no fighting. By Ioue. I will drinke with thee, I will ſing with thee, and I will fight with thee.