Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
O thou caitiff: O thou varlet: O thou wicked Hannibal; I respected with her, before I was married to her? If ever I was respected with her, or she with me, let not your worship think me the poor Duke's Officer: prove this, thou wicked Hannibal, or i'll have mine action of battery on thee. If he took you a box' o'th' ear, you might have your action of slander too. Marry I thank your good worship for it: what is't your Worship's pleasure I shall do with this wicked Caitiff? Truly Officer, because he hath some offences in him, that thou wouldst discover, if thou couldst, let him continue in his courses, till thou know'st what they are. Marry I thank your worship for it: Thou seest thou wicked varlet now, what's come upon thee. Thou art to continue now thou Varlet, thou art to continue. Where were you borne, friend? Here in Vienna, Sir. Are you of fourscore pounds a year? Yes, and it please you sir. So: what trade are you of, sir? A Tapster, a poor widow's Tapster. Your Mistress name? Mistress Overdone. Hath she had any more than one husband? Nine, sir: Ouer-don by the last. Nine? come hither to me, Master Froth; Master Froth, I would not have you acquainted with Tapsters; they will draw you Master Froth, and you will hang them: get you gone, and let me hear no more of you. I thank your worship: for mine own part, I never come into any room in a Taphouse, but I am drawn in. Well: no more of it Master Froth: farewell: Come you hither to me, Mr. Tapster: what's your name Mr. Tapster? Pompey. What else? Bum, Sir. Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing about you, so that in the beastliest sense, you are Pompey the great; Pompey, you are partly a bawd, Pompey; howsoever you colour it in being a Tapster, are you not? come, tell me true, it shall be the better for you. Truly sir, I am a poor fellow that would live. How would you live Pompey? by being a bawd? what do you think of the trade Pompey? is it a lawful trade? If the Law would allow it, sir. But the Law will not allow it Pompey; nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna. Does your Worship mean to geld and splay all the youth of the City? No, Pompey. Truly Sir, in my poor opinion they will too't then: if your worship will take order for the drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds. There is pretty order's beginning I can tell you: It is but heading, and hanging. If you head, and hang all that offend that way but for ten year together; you'll be glad to give out a Commission for more heads: if this law hold in Vienna ten year, i'll rend the fairest house in it after three pence a Bay: if you live to see this come to pass, say Pompey told you so.
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O thou caytiffe: O thou varlet: O thou wicked Hanniball; I reſpected with her, before I was married to her? If euer I was reſpected with her, or ſhe with me, let not your worſhip thinke mee the poore Dukes Officer: proue this, thou wicked Hanniball, or ile haue mine action of battry on thee. If he tooke you a box' oth' eare, you might haue your action of ſlander too. Marry I thanke your good worſhip for it: what is't your Worſhips pleaſure I ſhall doe with this wicked Caitiffe? Truly Officer, becauſe he hath ſome offences in him, that thou wouldſt diſcouer, if thou couldſt, let him continue in his courſes, till thou knowſt what they are. Marry I thanke your worſhip for it: Thou ſeeſt thou wicked varlet now, what's come vpon thee. Thou art to continue now thou Varlet, thou art to continue. Where were you borne, friend? Here in Vienna, Sir. Are you of foureſcore pounds a yeere? Yes, and 't pleaſe you ſir. So: what trade are you of, ſir? A Tapſter, a poore widdowes Tapſter. Your Miſtris name? Miſtris Ouer-do. Hath ſhe had any more then one husband? Nine, ſir: Ouer-don by the laſt. Nine? come hether to me, Maſter Froth; Maſter Froth, I would not haue you acquainted with Tapſters; they will draw you Maſter Froth, and you wil hang them: get you gon, and let me heare no more of you. I thanke your worſhip: for mine owne part, I neuer come into any roome in a Tap-houſe, but I am drawne in. Well: no more of it Maſter Froth: farewell: Come you hether to me, Mr. Tapſter: what's your name Mr. Tapſter? Pompey. What elſe? Bum, Sir. Troth, and your bum is the greateſt thing about you, ſo that in the beaſtlieſt ſence, you are Pompey the great; Pompey, you are partly a bawd, Pompey; howſoeuer you colour it in being a Tapſter, are you not? come, tell me true, it ſhall be the better for you. Truly ſir, I am a poore fellow that would liue. How would you liue Pompey? by being a bawd? what doe you thinke of the trade Pompey? is it a lawfull trade? If the Law would allow it, ſir. But the Law will not allow it Pompey; nor it ſhall not be allowed in Ʋienna. Do's your Worſhip meane to geld and ſplay all the youth of the City? No, Pompey. Truely Sir, in my poore opinion they will too't then: if your worſhip will take order for the drabs and the knaues, you need not to feare the bawds. There is pretty orders beginning I can tell you: It is but heading, and hanging. If you head, and hang all that offend that way but for ten yeare together; you'll be glad to giue out a Commiſſion for more heads: if this law hold in Vienna ten yeare, ile rent the faireſt houſe in it after three pence a Bay: if you liue to ſee this come to paſſe, ſay Pompey told you ſo.