Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1608 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Care for us? True indeed, they ne'er cared for us yet. Suffer us to famish, and their Storehouses crammed with Graine: Make Edicts for Usury, to support Usurers; repeal daily any wholesome Act established against the rich, and provide more piercing Statutes daily, to chain up and restrain the poor. If the Wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all the love they bear us. Either you must Confess yourselves wondrous Malicious, Or be accused of Folly. I shall tell you A pretty Tale, it may be you have heard it, But since it serves my purpose, I will venture To scaleed a little more. Well, I'll hear it Sir: yet you must not think To sobbe off our disgrace with a tale: But an't please you deliver. There was a time, when all the bodies members Rebelled against the Belly; thus accused it: That only like a Gulf it did remain I' th' midst a th' body, idle and unactive, Still cubbording the Viand, never bearing Like labour with the rest, where th' other Instruments Did see, and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel, And mutually participate, did minister Unto the appetite; and affection common Of the whole body, the Belly answered. Well sir, what answer made the Belly. Sir, I shall tell you with a kind of Smile, Which ne'er came from the Lungs, but even thus: For look you I may make the belly Smile, As well as speak, it taintingly replied To ' th' discontented Members, the mutinous parts That envied his receit: even so most fitly, As you malign our Senators, for that They are not such as you. Your Bellies answer: What The Kingly crowned head, the vigilant eye, The Counsellor Heart, the Arm our Soldier, Our Steed the Leg, the Tongue our Trumpeter, With other Muniments and petty helps In this our Fabric, if that they— What then? Foreme, this Fellow speaks. What then? What then? Should by the Cormorant belly be restrained, Who is the sink a th' body. Well, what then? The former Agents, if they did complain, What could the Belly answer? I will tell you, If you'll bestow a small (of what you have little) Patience awhile; you'st hear the Bellies answer. YE are long about it. Note me this good Friend; Your most grave Belly was deliberate, Not rash like his Accusers, and thus answered. True is it my Incorporate Friends (quoth he) That I receive the general Food at first Which you do live upon: and fit it is, Because I am the Storehouse, and the Shop Of the whole Body. But, if you do remember, I send it through the Rivers of your blood Even to the Court, the Heart, to th' seat o' th' Brain, And through the Cranks and Offices of man, The strongest Nerves, and small inferior Veins From me receive that natural competency Whereby they live. And though that all at once (You my good Friends, this says the Belly) mark me. I sir, well, well.
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Care for vs? True indeed, they nere car'd for vs yet. Suffer vs to famiſh, and their Store-houſes cramm'd with Graine: Make Edicts for Vſurie, to ſupport Vſurers; repeale daily any wholſome Act eſtabliſhed againſt the rich, and prouide more piercing Statutes daily, to chaine vp and reſtraine the poore. If the Warres eate vs not vppe, they will; and there's all the loue they beare vs. Either you muſt Confeſſe your ſelues wondrous Malicious, Or be accus'd of Folly. I ſhall tell you A pretty Tale, it may be you haue heard it, But ſince it ſerues my purpoſe, I will venture To ſcale't a little more. Well, Ile heare it Sir: yet you muſt not thinke To fobbe off our diſgrace with a tale: But and't pleaſe you deliuer. There was a time, when all the bodies members Rebell'd againſt the Belly; thus accus'd it: That onely like a Gulfe it did remaine I' th midd'ſt a th' body, idle and vnactiue, Still cubbording the Viand, neuer bearing Like labour with the reſt, where th' other Inſtruments Did ſee, and heare, deuiſe, inſtruct, walke, feele, And mutually participate, did miniſter Vnto the appetite; and affection common Of the whole body, the Belly anſwer'd. Well ſir, what anſwer made the Belly. Sir, I ſhall tell you with a kinde of Smile, Which ne're came from the Lungs, but euen thus: For looke you I may make the belly Smile, As well as ſpeake, it taintingly replyed To' th' diſcontented Members, the mutinous parts That enuied his receite: euen ſo moſt fitly, As you maligne our Senators, for that They are not ſuch as you. Your Bellies anſwer: What The Kingly crown'd head, the vigilant eye, The Counſailor Heart, the Arme our Souldier, Our Steed the Legge, the Tongue our Trumpeter, With other Muniments and petty helpes In this our Fabricke, if that they— What then? Foreme, this Fellow ſpeakes. What then? What then? Should by the Cormorant belly be reſtrain'd, Who is the ſinke a th' body. Well, what then? The former Agents, if they did complaine, What could the Belly anſwer? I will tell you, If you'l beſtow a ſmall (of what you haue little) Patience awhile; you'ſt heare the Bellies anſwer. Y' are long about it. Note me this good Friend; Your moſt graue Belly was deliberate, Not raſh like his Accuſers, and thus anſwered. True is it my Incorporate Friends (quoth he) That I receiue the generall Food at firſt Which you do liue vpon: and fit it is, Becauſe I am the Store-houſe, and the Shop Of the whole Body. But, if you do remember, I ſend it through the Riuers of your blood Euen to the Court, the Heart, to th' ſeate o' th' Braine, And through the Crankes and Offices of man, The ſtrongeſt Nerues, and ſmall inferiour Veines From me receiue that naturall competencie Whereby they liue. And though that all at once (You my good Friends, this ſayes the Belly) marke me. I ſir, well, well.