Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Jan 19] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Come choose your hours, Better be happy for a part of time, Than not the whole: and a short part, then never. Shall I appoint 'em, pronounce for you? Your pleasure. Then he designes his first hour after dinner; His second after supper. Say ye? Content? Content. I am content. Content. Content. What's that? I am content too. You have reason, You had it on the by, and we observed it. Trot I am not content: in faith I am not. Why art not thou content, Good Sheleenien? He tauk so desperate, and so debauched, So bawdy like a Courtier, and a Lord, God bless him, one that tak'th Tobacco. Very well mixed. What did he say? Nay, nothing to the purposh, Or very little, nothing at all to purposh. Let him alone Nurse. I did tell him of Serly Was a great family come out of Ireland, Descended of O Neale, Mac Con, Mac Dermot, Mac Murrogh, but he marked not. Nor do I, Good Queen of Heralds, ply the bottle, and sleep. I like the plot of your Militia, well! It is a fine Militia, and well ordered! And the division's neat! 'Twill be desired Only, th'expressions were a little more Spanish: For there's the best Militia o'the world! To call 'em Tertias. Tertia of the kitchen, The Tertia of the cellar, Tertia of the chamber, And Tertia of the stables. That I can, Sir, And find out very able, fit commanders. In every Tertia. Now you are i'the right! As i'the Tertia o'the kitchen, yourself Being a person, elegant in sauces, There to command, as prime Maestro del Campo, Chief Master of the palate, for that Tertia: Or the Cook under you, 'cause you are the Marshal; And the next officer i'the field, to the Host. Then for the cellar, you have young Ano ne, Is a rare fellow, what's his other name? Pierce, Sir. Sir Pierce, I'll ha''him a Cavalier. Sir Pierce Anon, will pierce us a new hogshead! And than your thoroughfare, Iug here, his Alferez: An able officer, giume thy beard, round jug, I take thee by this handle, and do love One of thy inches! I'the chambers, Iordan, here. He is the Don, del Campo o'the beds. And for the stables, what's his name? old Peck. Maestro del Campo, Peck! his name is curt, A monosyllable, but commands the horse well. O, in an Inn, Sir, we have other horse, Let those troops rest a while. Wine is the horse, That we must charge with here. Bring up the troops, Or call sweet Fly, 'tis an exact Militia, And thou an exact professor, Lipsius Fly, Thou shalt be called, and jouse: lack Ferret, welcome, Old Trenchmaster, and Colonel o'the Pioneers, What canst thou bolt us now? a Coney? or two Out of Thom: Trundles burrow, here, the Coach? This is the master of the carriages! How is thy driving Thom: good, as 'twas?
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Come choose your hures, Better be happy for a part of time, Then not the whole: and a short parr, then neuer. Shall I appoint 'hem, pronounce for you? Your pleasure. Then he designes his first houre after dinner; His second after supper. Say yee? Content? Content. I am content. Content. Content. What's that? I am content too. You haue reason, You had it on the by, and we obseru'd it. Trot I am not content: in fait' I am not. Why art not thou content, Good shelee-nien? He tauk so desperate, and so debausht, So baudy like a Courtier, and a Lord, God blesse him, one that tak'th Tobacco. Very well mixt. What did he say? Nay, nothing to the purposh, Or very little, nothing at all to purposh. Let him alone Nurse. I did tell him of Ser Was a great family come out of Ireland, Descended of O Neale, Mac Con, Mac Dermot, Mac Murrogh, but he mark'd not. Nor doe I, Good Queene of Heralds, ply the bottle, and sleepe. I like the plot of your Militia, well! It is a fine Militia, and well order'd! And the diuision's neat! 'Twill be desir'd Only, the'expressions were a little more Spanish: For there's the best Militia o'the world! To call 'hem Tertias. Tertia of the kitchin, The Tertia of the cellar, Tertia of the chamber, And Tertia of the stables. That I can, Sir, And find out very able, fit commanders. In euery Tertia. Now you are i'the right! As i'the Tertia o'the kitchin, your selfe Being a person, elegant in sawces, There to command, as prime Maestro del Campo, Chiefe Master of the palate, for that Tertia: Or the Cooke vnder you, 'cause you are the Marshall; And the next officer i'the field, to the Host. Then for the cellar, you haue young Ano ne, Is a rare fellow, what's his other name? Pierce, Sir. Sir Pierce, I'le ha'him a Caualier. Sir Pierce Anon, will peirce vs a new hogs-head! And then your thorow-fare, lg here, his Alferez: An able officer, giu'me thy beard, round Iug, I take thee by this handle, and doe loue One of thy inches! I'the chambers, Iordan, here. He is the Don, del Campo o'the beds. And for the stables, what's his name? old Peck. Maestro del Campo, Peck! his name is curt, A monosyllabe, but commands the horse well. O, in an Inne, Sir, we haue other horse, Let those troopes rest a while. Wine is the horse, That wee must charge with here. Bring vp the troopes, Or call sweet Fly, 'tis an exact Militia, And thou an exact professor, Lipsius Fly, Thou shalt be cal'd, and Iouse: lack Ferret, welcome, Old Trench-master, and Colonel o'the Pyoners, What canst thou bolt vs now? a Coney? or two Out of Thom: Trundles burrow, here, the Coach? This is the master of the carriages! How is thy driuing Thom: good, as twas?