Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Who has once there been, Comes thither again, The liquor is so mighty; Beer strong and stolen, And so is our Ale, And it burns like Aquavita. To a stranger there, If any appear, Where never before he has been; We show th' iron Gate, The wheel of St. Kate, And the place where the Priest fell in. The Wives of Wapping They trudge to our tapping, And still our Ale desire; And there sit and drink, Till the spew, and stink, And often piss out our fire. From morning to night, And about to daylight, They sit and never grudge it; Till the Fishwives join Their single coin, And the Tinker pawns his budget. If their brains be not well, Or their bladders do swell, To ease them of their burden; My Lady will come With a bowl and a broom, And her Handmaid with a Iorden. From Court we invite Lord, Lady, and knight; Squire, gentleman, yeoman and groom. And all our stiff drinkers, Smiths, Porters, and Tinkers, And the beggars shall give ye room. How like you? how like you? Excellent! The Bears have done learnedly, and sweetly. 'tis noting, 'tis noting; vill you see something? Ick sall bring in the Turk●chen, met all zin Pashas, and zin dirty thousand Yanitsaries met all zin Whooren Cunuken, all met an auder, de Sofie van Persia, de Tartar Cham met de great King of Mogul, and make deir men, and deir horse, and deir Elephant en be seen fight in de air, and be all killen, and aliven, and no ting And all dis met de Ars van de Catropricks, by de reflesbie van de glassen. O, he is an admirable Artist. And a half sir. But where will he place his glasses? Fow, dat is all ean, as it be two, dree, veir, vife thousand Mile of: Ick sall multipliren de vizioun, met an ander secret dat Ick heb: Spreck, vat vil you haben? Good sir put him too't, bid him do something that is impossible; he will undertake it I warrant you. I do not like the Mogul, nor the great Turk, nor the Tartar, their names are somewhat to big for the Room; marry if he could show us some Country Players, strolling about in several Shires, without licence from the Office, that would please I know whom, or some Welsh Pilgrims. Pilgrim? now you talk of de Pilgrim, it come in my head, Ick vill show you all de whole brave Pilgrim o'de World: de Pilgrim dat go now, now at de instant, two, dre thousand Mile to de great Mahomet, at de Mecha, or here, dear, every where, make de fine Labyrints, and show all de brave error in de vorld. And shall we see it here? Yau, here, here, here in does Room, 'tis very Room: vel vat is dat to you if Ick do de ting? vat an devil, vera boten devil? Nay, good sir be not angry.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Who has once there beene, Comes thither agen, The liquour is ſo mighty; Beere ſtrong and ſtale, And ſo is our Ale, And it burnes like Aquavita. To a ſtranger there, If any appeare, Where never before he has bin; We ſhew th' yron Gate, The wheele of St. Kate, And the place where the Prieſt fel in. The Wives of Wapping They trudge to our tapping, And ſtill our Ale deſire; And there ſit and drinke, Till the ſpue, and ſtinke, And often piſſe out our fire. From morning to night, And about to day-light, They ſit and never grudge it; Till the Fiſh-wives joyne Their ſingle coyne, And the Tinker pawnes his budget. If their braines be not well, Or their bladders doe ſwell, To eaſe them of their burden; My Ladie will come With a bowle and a broome, And her Hand-mayd with a Iorden. From Court we invite Lord, Ladie, and knight; Squire, gentlman, yeoman and groom. And all our ſtiffe drinkers, Smiths, Porters, and Tinkers, And the beggars ſhall give ye roome. How like you? how like you? Excellent! The Beares have done learnedly, and ſweetly. Tis noting, tis noting; vill you ſee ſometing? Ick ſall bring in de Turkchen, met all zin Baſhawes, and zin dirty towſand Yanitſaries met all zin Whooren Cunuken, all met an auder, de Sofie van Perſia, de Tartar Cham met de great King of Mogull, and make deir men, and deir horſe, and deir Elephant en be ſeene fight in de ayre, and be all killen, and aliven, and no ſuch ting. And all dis met de Ars van de Catropricks, by de refleſbie van de glaſſen. Oh, he is an admirable Artiſt. And a halfe ſir. But where will he place his glaſſes? Fow, dat is all ean, as it be two, dree, veir, vife touſand Mile off: Ick ſall multipliren de vizioun, met an ander ſecret dat Ick heb: Spreck, vat vil you haben? Good ſir put him toot, bid him doe ſomething that is impoſſible; he will undertake it I warrant you. I doe not like the Mogul, nor the great Turke, nor the Tartar, their names are ſomewhat to big for the Roome; marry if he could ſhew us ſome Countrey Plaiers, ſtrolling about in ſeverall Shires, without licence from the Office, that would pleaſe I know whom, or ſome Welſh Pilgrims. Pilgrim? now yow talke of de Pilgrim, it come in my head, Ick vill ſhew yow all de whole brave Pilgrim o'de Vorld: de Pilgrim dat goe now, now at de inſtant, two, dre towſand Mile to de great Mahomet, at de Mecha, or here, dere, every where, make de fine Labyrints, and ſhew all de brave error in de vorld. And ſhall we ſee it here? Yau, here, here, here in dis Roome, tis very Roome: vel vat is dat to yow if Ick doe de ting? vat an devill, vera boten devill? Nay, good ſir be not angry.