Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1614 [Oct 31] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns typicality 0.77 · 470 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
You do not know the inconvenience, Gentlemen, you persuade to: nor what trouble I have with him in these humours. If he go to the Fair, he will buy of every thing, to a Baby there; and household-stuff for that too. If a leg or an arm on him did not grow on, he would loose it i'the press. Pray heaven I bring him of with one stone! And than he is such a Ravener after fruit! you will not believe what a coil I had, t'other day, to compound a business between a Katerne-pear-woman, and him, about snatching! 'tis intolerable, Gentlemen. O! but you must not leave him, now, to these hazards, Numps. Nay, he knows too well, I will not leave him, and that makes him presume: well, Sir, will you go now? if you have such an itch i'your feet, to foot it to the Fair, why do you stop, am I your Terriers? go, will you go? Sir, why do you not go? O Numps! have I brought you about? come Mistress Grace, and Sister, I am resolute Bat, i'faith, still. Truly, I have no such fancy to the Fair; nor ambition to see it; there's none goes thither of any quality or fashion. O Lord, Sir! you shall pardon me, Mistress Grace, we are enough of ourselves to make it a fashion: and for qualities, let Numps alone, he'll find qualities. What a Rogue in apprehension is this! to understand her language no better. I, and offer to marry to her? well, I will leave the chase of my widow, for to day, and directly to the Fair. These flies cannot, this hot season, but engender us excellent creeping sport. A man that has but a spoon full of brain, would think so. Farewell, Iohn. Win, you see, 'tis in fashion, to go to the Fair, Win: we must to the Fair too, you, and I, Win. I have an affair i'the Fair, Win, a Puppet-play of mine own making, say nothing, that I writ for the motion man, which you must see, Win. I would I might Iohn, but my mother will never consent to such a profane motion: she will call it. Tut, we'll have a device, a dainty one; (Now, Wit, help at a pinch, good Wit come, come, good Wit, and it be thy william.) I have it, Win, I have it i'faith, and 'tis a fine one. Win, long to eat of a Pig, sweet Win, i'the Fair; do you see? i'the heart o'the Fair; not at Pie-corner. Your mother will do any thing, Win, to satisfy your longing, you know, pray thee long, presently, and be sick o'the sudden, good Win. I'll go in and tell her, cut thy lace i'the mean time, and play the Hypocrite, sweet Win.
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You doe not know the inconuenience, Gentlemen, you perſwade to: nor what trouble I haue with him in theſe humours. If he goe to the Fayre, he will buy of euery thing, to a Baby there; and houſhold-ſtuffe for that too. If a legge or an arme on him did not grow on, hee would loſe it i'the preſſe. Pray heauen I bring him off with one ſtone! And then he is ſuch a Rauener after fruite! you will not beleeue what a coyle I had, t'other day, to compound a buſineſſe betweene a Katerne-peare-woman, and him, about ſnatching! 'tis intolerable, Gentlemen. O! but you muſt not leaue him, now, to theſe hazards, Numpes. Nay, hee knowes too well, I will not leaue him, and that makes him preſume: well, Sir, will you goe now? if you haue ſuch an itch i'your feete, to foote it to the Fayre, why doe you ſtop, am I your Tarriars? goe, will you goe? Sir, why doe you not goe? O Numps! haue I brought you about? come Miſtreſſe Grace, and Siſter, I am reſolute Batt, i'faith, ſtill. Truely, I haue no ſuch fancy to the Fayre; nor ambition to ſee it; there's none goes thither of any quality or faſhion. O Lord, Sir! you ſhall pardon me, Miſtris Grace, we are inow of our ſelues to make it a faſhion: and for qualities, let Numps alone, he'l finde qualities. What a Rogue in apprehenſion is this! to vnderſtand her language no better. I, and offer to marry to her? well, I will leaue the chaſe of my widdow, for to day, and directly to the Fayre. Theſe flies cannot, this hot ſeaſon, but engender vs excellent creeping ſport. A man that has but a ſpoone full of braine, would think ſo. Farewell, Iohn. Win, you ſee, 'tis in faſhion, to goe to the Fayre, Win: we muſt to the Fayre too, you, and I, Win. I haue an affaire i'the Fayre, Win, a Puppet-play of mine owne making, ſay nothing, that I writ for the motion man, which you muſt ſee, Win. I would I might Iohn, but my mother will neuer conſent to ſuch a prophane motion: ſhe will call it. Tut, we'll haue a deuice, a dainty one; (Now, Wit, helpe at a pinch, good Wit come, come, good Wit, and 't be thy will.) I haue it, Win, I haue it 'ifaith, and 'tis a fine one. Win, long to eate of a Pigge, ſweet Win, i'the Fayre; doe you ſee? i'the heart o'the Fayre; not at Pye-Corner. Your mother will doe any thing, Win, to ſatisfie your longing, you know, pray thee long, preſently, and be ſicke o'the ſudden, good Win. I'll goe in and tell her, cut thy lace i'the meane time, and play the Hypocrite, ſweet Win.