Technogamia, or The Marriages of the Arts · chunk 35 of 64
Holyday, Barten · published 1618 · first performed or written 1618 [Feb 13] (Annals) comedy · at University unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
By Ioue you're almost foxed. By Ioue you lousy-shirted rogue, you sit above me? did not you beg entertainment of me other day? Sleep, sleep, Poeta. A rope of a drunken fool; I've lost my supper by this: I must follow my Master. Ten-toes, I know you're a good footman; Come, geometre's, I hope you'll sit squarely to it still. Nay, if I cannot Rule others, I will Rule myself. And if geometre's depart, Arithmetica will be none of the Number. Farewell, Hostess; we shall be sure to have no reckoning now Arithmetica's gone: and yet I'll pay you somewhat, Clinch-fist. Hay tables! Hay! Well, you drunken rogue, I'll have an Opposition for you before Polites, that you shall not be able to Answer to. Farewell blockhead: now pedagogue, pedagogue: I must say my Part to you too. ay, but, I can't stay to Hear you, now. Choler, will not you fight for your Master, valiantly? No, I thank you, Sir, your moisture does allay my heat. Are you all gone? then, Apparent rari nantes in gurgite vasto. I am King, I am King: by Tantalus I am as dry as an Horse. O, some drink, some drink. Alte dormi, Irioni, Chiriori, Essera, Chuder, Fere; Pax, Caspor, Prax, Melchior, Max, Balthasar, Ymax, Adimax, Galbes, Galbat, Galdes, Galdat, Hax, pax, max, alte dormi. Poeta snores: Magus waves his rod over him, and runs round about him. Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho; O, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. dragon's fly swiftly, Dragons fly swiftly. O, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. O, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. O, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. Ye gods that dwell In darkest cell Of lowest Hell, Vouchsafe this grace A little space To guard this place. Let now a deep And moistening sleep His watch here keep. We would obtain This, for this swain, Whom wine doth chain. That so since day Is fled, we may Make him our prey. O ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. O ho, ho, ho, ho. O ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, hoy— O ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. O ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. What a Rogue's this? he laughs at us in his Dream. O ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. O ho, ho, ho, ho, ho: Some drink, Tantalus, some drink, some drink; or I will— What will he do? By the—by the— He's about to swear sure by somewhat. By the great— By the great— He will swear by the Great. By the great— By the great— 'Tis so great 'twon't come out. By the great Hogshead at Heidelberg, Logicus is a Blockhead. Well said i'faith, I perceive there is some remembrance of one's friends in Wine. Corinna, will you kiss? will you kiss cockle-kiss? close, close, you Whore. Oh, here's a brave Dreamer! I will make this Verse like a nuthook-like a nut-hook and then pull down— pull down the Moon with it. Sure, Magus, you han't charmed him well. Let me alone; I warrant you.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
By Ioue you're almoſt foxt. By Ioue you lowſie-ſhirted rogue, you ſit aboue mee? did not you begge entertaynment of me tother day? Sleepe, ſleepe, Poeta. A rope of a drunken foole; I'ue loſt my ſupper by this: I muſt follow my Maſter. Ten-toes, I know you're a good footman; Come, Geometres, I hope you'll ſit ſquarely to it ſtill. Nay, if I cannot Rule others, I will Rule my ſelfe. And if Geometres depart, Arithmetica will be none of the Number. Farewell, Hoſteſſe; we ſhall be ſure to haue no reckoning now Arithmetica's gone: and yet Ile pay you ſomewhat, Clinch-fiſt. Hay tables! Hay! Well, you drunken rogue, Ile haue an Oppoſition for you before Polites, that you ſhall not be able to Anſwere to. Farewell block-head: now pae-da-gog, pa-da-gog: I muſt ſay my Part to you too. I, but, I can't ſtay to Heare you, now. Choler, wil not you fight for your Maſter, valiantly? No, I thanke you, Sir, your moyſture does allay my heat. Are you all gone? then, Apparent rari nantes in gurgite vaſto. I am King, I am King: by Tantalus I am as drie as an Horſe. O, ſome drinke, ſome drinke. Alte dormi, Irioni, Chiriori, Eſſera, Chuder, Fere; Pax, Caspor, Prax, Melchior, Max, Balthaſar, Ymax, Adimax, Galbes, Galbat, Galdes, Galdat, Hax, pax, max, alte dormi. Poeta ſnores: Magus waues his rod ouer him, and runnes round about him. Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho; O, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. Dragons fly ſwiftly, Dragons fly ſwiftly. O, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. O, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. O, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. YEe gods that dwell In darkeſt cell Of loweſt Hell, Vouchſafe this grace A little ſpace To guard this place. Let now a deepe And moyſtning ſleepe His watch here keepe. We would obtaine This, for this ſwaine, Whom wine doth chaine. That ſo ſince day Is fled, we may Make him our pray. O ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. O ho, ho, ho, ho. O ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, hoy— O ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. O ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. What a Rogue's this? hee laughes at vs in his Dreame. O ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. O ho, ho, ho, ho, ho: Some drinke, Tantalus, ſome drinke, ſome drinke; or I will— What will he doe? By the—by the— He's about to ſweare ſure by ſomewhat. By the great—By the great— He will ſweare by the Great. By the great—By the great— 'Tis ſo great 'twoun't come out. By the great Hogs-head at Heidelburge, Logicus is a Blockhead. Well ſaid i'faith, I perceiue there is ſome remembrance of ones friends in Wine. Corinna, will you kiſſe? will you kiſſe cockle-kiſſe? cloſe, cloſe, you Whore. Oh, here's a braue Dreamer! I will make this Verſe like a Nut-hooke-like a Nut-hooke-and then pull downe—pull downe the Moone with it. Sure, Magus, you han't charm'd him well. Let me alone; I warrant you.