Field, Nathan · published 1618 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
I'll pledge 'em, and I thank you, I know 'em all, here's one. Which of the sins? By my troth e'en to Pride. Why well said, and in this do not you only pledge your Mistress health, but all the women's in the world. So now, this little Cup to Wrath, because he and I are strangers. Brave boy, Dame me he shall be a roarer. Damn me, I will be a roarer, or't shall cost me a fall. The next place that falls, pray let him have it. Well, I have two of my healths to drink yet, Lechery and Drunkenness which e'en shall go together. Why how now my Lord, a Moralist? Damn me, art thou a Lo: what virtues hast thou? virtues? enough to keep ere a Dame me Company in England, methinks you should think it virtue enough to be a Lord. Will not you pledge these healths? we'll have no observers. Why, Monsieur Whore-bang? I am no play maker, and for pledging your healths, I love none of the four, you drank to so well. zounds you shall pledge me this. Shall I? What's the matter, dost hear Master Well-tried, use thine own discretion, if thou wilt not pledge him, say so? and let me see, if ere a Dame me of 'em all, will force thee. Puff, will your Lordship take any Tobacco? you Lord with the white face? Heart he cannot put it through his nose. Faith you have near a nose to put it through, d'ee heart blow your face sirrah. You'll pledge me Sir? Indeed I will not. Damn me he shall not then. Lord, use your own words, Dame me is mine, I am known by it all the town o'er, d''ee hear? It is as free for me as you, d''ee hear Patch? I have paid more for't. Nay I'll bear him witness in a truth, his soul lies for't my Lord. Well-tried, you are grown proud since you got good Clothes, and have followed your Lord. I have known you lousy, Well tried, Rorer you lie. Oh Iesu. zounds cleave or be cleft: pell-mell, slash arms and legs. Heart let me alone with 'em. Why now thou art a worthy wight, indeed a Lord a Lorne. I am a mad man, look is not that one of their heads? Fie no my Lord. Damn me but 'tis, I would not wish you to cross me a purpose, if you have any thing to say to me, so, I am ready. Oh brave Lord, many a roarer thus is made by wine: come it is one of their heads my Lord. Why so then, I will have my humour, if you love me, let's go break windows somewhere. Drawer, take your plate, for the reckoning there's some of their cloaks: I will be no shot-log to such. God's blessing o'your heart, for thus ridding the house of them.
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I'le pledge 'em, and I thanke you, I know 'em all, heeres one. Which of the sinnes? By my troth e'ne to Pride. Why well said, and in this doe not you only pledge your Mistris health, but all the womens in the world. So now, this little Cup to Wrath, because he and I are strangers. Braue boy, Dame me he shall be a Rorer. Dame me, I will be a rorer, or't shall cost me a fall. The next place that falls, pray let him haue it. Well, I haue two of my healths to drinke yet, Lecherie and Drunkennesse which en'e shall goe together. Why how now my Lord, a Morralist? Dame mee, art thou a Lo: what vertues hast thou? Vertues? enough to keepe ere a Dame me Company in England, me thinkes you should thinke it vertue enough to be a Lord. Will not you pledg these healths? wee'le haue no obseruers. Why, Mounser Whore-bang? I am no play maker, and for pledging your healths, I loue none of the foure, you drank to so well. Zoones you shall pledge me this. Shall I? Whats the matter, do'st heere Maister Wel-trid, vse thine owne discretion, if thou wilt not pledge him, say so? and let me see, if er'e a Dame me of 'em all, will force thee. Puffe, will your Lordship take anie Tobacco? you Lord with the white face? Heart he cannot put it through his nose. Faith you haue neare a nose to put it through, dee heart blow your face sirra. Youle pledge me Sir? Indeede I will not. Dame me hee shall not then. Lord, vse your owne words, Dame me is mine, I am knowne by it all the towne o're, d'ee heare? It is as free for mee as you, d'ee here Patch? I haue paid more for't. Nay Ile beare him witnesse in truth, his soule lies fort my Lord. Wel-tru'd, you are growne proud since you got good Clothes, and haue follow'd your Lord. I haue knowne you lowzie, Wel trid, Rorer you lie. Oh Iesu. Zoones cleaue or be cleft: pell mell, slsh armes and legges. Hart let me alone with 'em. Why now thou art a worthy wight, indeed a Lord a Lorne. I am a mad man, looke is not that one of their heads? Fie no my Lord. Dam me but tis, I would not wish you to crosse me a purpose, if you haue anie thing to say to me, so, I am readie. Oh braue Lord, manie a rorer thus is made by wine: come it is one of their heads my Lord. Why so then, I will haue my umour, if you loue me, let's goe breake windowes somewhere. Drawer, take your plate, for the reckoning there's some of their cloakes: I will be no shot-log to such. Gods blessing o'your heart, for thus ridding the house of them.