Dekker, Thomas / Massinger, Philip · published 1622 · first performed or written 1620 [licensed for stage, Oct 6; revised and re-licensed for stage, Jul 7, 1624] (Annals) tragedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns typicality 0.68 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Bacchus, the God of brewed Wine and Sugar, grand Patron of rob pots, upsy-freezy-tipplers, and super-naculam takers; this Bacchus, who is head warden of vintner's Hall, ale-cionner, Maior of all Victualling houses, the sole liquid Benefactor to bawdy-houses, Lanze prezado to red Noses, and invincible Adelantado over the Armado of pimpled, deep scarleted, rubified, and carbuncled faces. What of all this? This boon bacchanalian stinker, did I make legs to. Scurvy ones, when thou wert drunk. There is no danger of losing a man years by making these Endures, he that will not now and then be Calabingo, is worse than a Calamosthe: when I was a Pagan and kneeled to this Bacchus, I durst outdrink a Lord, but your Christian Lords out-bowl me: I was in hope to lead a sober life, when I was converted, but now amongst the Christians, I can no sooner stagger out of one alehouse but I reel into another: they have whole streets of nothing but drinking rooms, and drabbing chambers, jumbled together. Bawdy Priapus, the first schoolmaster that taught Butchers how to stick pricks in flesh, and make it swell, thou knowest was the only Ningle that I cared for under the Moon, but since I left him, to follow a scurvy Lady, what with her praying and our fasting, if now I come to a wench & offer to use her any thing hardly (celling her being a Christian she must endure) she presently handles me as if I were a clove, & cleaves me with disdain as if I were a calf's head. I see no remedy fellow Hircius, but that thou and I must be half Pagans and half Christians, for we know very fools that are Christians. Right, the quarters of Christians are good for not thing but to feed Crows. True, Christian Brokers, thou knowest, are made up of the quarters of Christians, parboil one of these rogues and he is not meat for a dog: no, no, I am resolved to have an infidel's heart, though in show I carry a Christian's face. Thy Last shall serve my foot, so will I. Our whimpering Lady and Mistress sent me with two great baskets full of Beef, Mutton, veal and Goose fellow Hircius. And Woodcock fellow Spungins. Upon the poor lean Ass fellow, on which I ride, to all the Almswomen: what thinkst thou I hue done with all this good cheer. Eat it, and be choked else. Would my Ass, basket and all were in thy maw if I did: no, as I am a demi Pagan, I sold the victuals, and coined the money into pottle pots of wine. Therein thou show'dst thyself a perfect demy-Christian too, to let the poor beg, starve and hang, or die a the pip: our puling snotty-nose Lady sent me out likewise with a purse of money, to relieve and release prisoners: did I so think you?
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Bacchus, the God of brew'd Wine and Sugar, grand Patron of rob pots, vpsie-freesie-tiplers, and super-naculam takers; this Bacchus, who is head warden of Vintners Hall, Ale-cunner, Maior of all Victualing houses, the sole liquid Benefactor to bawdy-houses, Lanze prezado to red Noses, and inuin cible Adelantado ouer the Armado of pimpled, deepe scarletted, rubified, and carbuncled faces. What of all this? This boone Bacchanalion stinker, did I make legges to. Scuruy ones, when thou wert drunke. There is no danger of loosing a man yeares by making these Indures, he that will not now and then bee Calabingo, is worse then a Calamosthe: when I was a Pagan and kneeld to this Bachhus, I durst out-drinke a Lord, but your Christian Lords out-boule me: I was in hope to leade a sober life, when I was conuerted, but now amongst the Christians, I can no sooner stagger out of one Alhouse but I reele into another: they haue whole streets of nothing but drinking roomes, and drabbing chambers, iumbled together. Bawdy Priapus, the first schoolemaister that taught Butchers how to sticke pricks in flesh, and make it swell, thou knowest was the onely Ningle that I cared for vnder the Moone, but since I left him, to follow a scuruy Lady, what with her praying and our fasting, if now I come to a wench & offer to vse her any thing hardly (celling her being a Christian she must endure) she presently handles me as if I were a cloue, & cleaues me with disdaine as if I were a Calues head. I see uo remedy fellow Hircius, but that thou and I must be halfe Pagans and halfe Christians, for we know very fooles that are Christians. Right, the quarters of Christians are good for not thing but to feed Crowes. True, Christian Brokers, thou knowest, are made vpof the quarters of Christians, parboyle one of these rogues and he is not meate for a dog: no, no, I am resolued to haue an Infidels heart, though in shew I carry a Christians face. Thy Last shall serue my foote, so will I. Our whimpring Lady and Mistresse sent mee with two great baskets full of Beefe, Mutton, Veale and Goose fellow Hircius. And Woodcocke fellow Spungins. Vpon the poore leane Asse fellow, on which I ride, to all the Almswomen: what thinkst thou I hue done with all this good cheere. Eate it, and be choakt else. Wud my Asse, basket and all were in thy maw if I did: no, as I am a demy Pagan, I sold the victuals, and coynd the mony into pottle pots of wine. Therein thou shewdst thy selfe a perfect demy-Christian too, to let the poore beg, starue and hang, or dye a the pip: our puling snotty-nose Lady sent me out likewise with a purse of mony, to releeue and release prisoners: did I so thinke you?