Aristippus, or The Jovial Philosopher · chunk 5 of 18
Randolph, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1626 [1625-1626] (Annals) entertainment; academic entertainment unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
O 'tis the Wild-man sir! a zealous brother that stands up against the persecution of Barleybroth, and will maintain it a degree above the reputation of Aquavitae. I have heard him swear by his horaoctava, that Sack and Rosa Solis is but Water-gruel to it. O art thou there, Saint Dunstar? thou hast undone me, thou cursed friar Bacon, thou hellish Merlin: but I'll be revenged upon thee. 'Tis not your Mephostopho is, nor any other spirits of Ruby or Carbuncle, that you can raise, nor your good father in law Doctor Faustus, that conjures so many of us into your wife's Circle, that with all their Magic, he shall secure you from my rage, you have set a Spell for any man's coming into my house now. Why, none of my credit hath choked up your doors. But thou hast bewitched my threshold, disturbed my house, and I'll have thee hanged in Gibbets for murdering my Beer: I'll have thee tried by a jury of Tapsters, and hanged in Anon anon Sir, thou dismal and disastrous Conjurer. Why dost thou call me Conjurer? I send no Fairies to pinch you, or Elves to molest you: has Robin Good fellow troubled you so much of late? I scarce believe it, for I am sure, since Sack and I came to town, your house hath not been so much haunted. I'll put out thine eyes, Don Canario, I'll scratch thee to atoms, thou Spanish Guzman. If he and his Beer will not be quiet, draw 'em both out. Yet I'll be revenged, you rascal, I do not fear the Spanish Inquisition, I'll run to the Council, and betray thy villainy; I'll carry thee bound for a Traitor: but for you Sir, we had taken Cales, and might afterwards have conquered Lisbon, and Seville. You notorious villain, I knew thee for a Rogue at first, thy Ruff looked so like the Moon Crescent in 88. thy very breath is invincible, and stinks of an Armado. Kick him out of the presence, his company will metamorphose us to balderdash. Well Diogenes, you were best keep close in your tub, I'll be revenged on you; I'll complain on you for keeping ill hours, I suffer none after eight, by Saint John's, not I. Well Domine, though the hora octava be not come, yet you may be gone. Come Pupil, have you any mind to study my Philosophy? Yes Mehercule Sir, for I have always accounted Philosophy to be omnibus rebus ordine, natura, Tempore, honore prius; and these Schoolmen have so puzzled me, & my Dictionaries, that I despair of understanding them either in summo gradu, or remisso. I lay sick of an Hacceitas, a fortnight, and could not sleep a wink for't; therefore good Sir teach me us {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman}, as you can, and pray let it be Conceptis vorbis, and ex mente Philosophi.
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O'tis the Wilde-man sir! a zealous brother that stands vp against the persecution of Barly-broth, and will maintaine it a degree aboue the reputation of Aquavitae. I haue heard him sweare by his horaoctaua, that Sacke and Rosa Solis is but Water-grewell to it. O art thou there, Saint Dunstar? thou hast vndone me, thou cursed Fryer Bacon, thou hellish Merlin: but I'll be reuenged vpon thee. 'Tis not your Mephostopho is, nor any other spirits of Rubie or Carbuncle, that you can raise, nor your good father in law Doctor Faustus, that coniures so many of vs into your Wiues Circle, that with all their Magique, he shall secure you from my rage, you haue set a Spell for any mans coming into my house now. Why, none of my credit hath choked vp your doores. But thou hast bewitched my threshold, disturbed my house, and I'll haue thee hang'd in Gibbets for murthering my Beere: I'll haue thee tryed by a Iurie of Tapsters, and hang'd in Anon anon Sir, thou dismall and disastrous Coniurer. Why dost thou call mee Coniurer? I send no Fairies to pinch you, or Elues to molest you: has Robin Good fellow troubled you so much of late? I scarce beleeue it, for I am sure, since Sacke and I came to towne, your house hath not beene so much haunted. I'll put out thine eyes, Don Canario, I'll scratch thee to atomes, thou Spanish Guzman. If hee and his Beere will not be quiet, draw vm both out. Yet I'll be reuenged, you raskall, I do not feare the Spanish Inquisition, I'll runne to the Councell, and betray thy villany; I'll carry thee bound for a Traitor: but for you Sir, we had taken Cales, and might afterwards haue conquered Lisbon, and Siuill. You notorious villaine, I knew thee for a Rogue at first, thy Ruffe look't so like the Moone Crescent in 88. thy very breath is inuincible, and stinckes of an Armado. Kicke him out of the presence, his company will metamorphose vs to balderdash. Well Diogens, you were best keepe close in your tubbe, I'll be reueng'd on you; I'll complaine on you for keeping ill houres, I suffer noue after eight, by Saint Iohus, not I. Well Domine, though the hora octaua be not come, yet you may be gone. Come Pupill, haue you any minde to study my Philosophy? Yes Mehercule Sir, for I haue alwaies accounted Philosophy to be omnibus rebus ordine, natura, Tempore, honore prius; and these Schoolmen haue so pusled me, & my Dictionaries, that I despaire of vnderstāding them either in summo gradu, or remisso. I lay sicke of an Haceitas, a fortnight, and could not sleepe a wink for't; therefore good Sir teach me us , as you can, and pray let it be Conceptis vorbis, and exmente Philosophi.