Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1614 [Oct 31] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns typicality 0.78 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Best take your morning's dew in your belly, Nightingale, come, Sir, set it here, did not I bid you should get this chair let out o'the sides, for me, that my hips might play? you'll never think of any thing, till your dame be rumpgalled; 'tis well, Changeling: because it can take in your Grasshoppers thighs, you care for no more. Now, you look as you had been i' the corner o'the Booth, flaying your breech, with a candle's end, and set fire o'the Fair. Fill, Stote: fill. This Pig-woman do I know, and I will put her in, for my second enormity, she hath been before me, Punk, Pinnace and Bawd, any time these two and twenty years, upon record i'the Pie-powders. Fill again, you unlucky vermin. Pray you be not angry, Mistress, I'll ha' it widened anon. Not, no, I shall even dwindle away to it, ere the Fair be done, you think, now you ha' heated me? A poor vexed thing I am, I feel myself dropping already, as fast as I can: two stone a suet aday is my proportion: I can but hold life & soul together, with this (here's to you, Nightingale) and a whiff of tobacco, at most. Where's my pipe now? not filled? thou errand Incubee. Nay, Ursula, thou'lt gall between the tongue and the teeth, with fretting, now. How can I hope, that ever he'll discharge his place of trust, Tapster, a man of reckoning under me, that remembers nothing I say to him? but look too't, sirrah, you were best, three pence a pipe full, I will ha' made, of all my whole half pound of tobacco, and a quarter of a pound of Coltsfoot, mixed with it too, to itch it out. I that have dealt so long in the fire, will not be to seek in smoke, now. Than 6. and 20. shillings a barrel I will advance o'my Beer; and fifty shillings a hundred o'my bottle-ale, I ha' told you the ways how to raise it. Froth your cans well i'the filling, at length Rogue, and jog your bottles o' the buttock, Sirrah, than skink out the first glass, ever, and drink with all companies, though you be sure to be drunk; you'll misreckon the better, and be less ashamed on't. But your true trick, Rascal, must be, to be ever busy, and mistake away the bottles and cans, in haste, before they be half drunk of, and never hear any body call, (if they should chance to mark you) till you ha' brought fresh, and be able to for swear 'hem. Give me a drink of Ale. This is the very womb, and bed of enormity! gross, as herself! this must all down for enormity, all, every whit on't. Look, who's there, Sirrah? five shillings a Pig is my price, at lest; if it be a sow-pig, six pence more: if she be a great bellied wife, and long for't, six pence more for that.
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Beſt take your mornings dew in your belly, Nightingale, come, Sir, ſet it heere, did not I bid you ſhould get this chayre let out o'the ſides, for me, that my hips might play? you'll neuer thinke of any thing, till your dame be rumpgall'd; 'tis well, Changeling: becauſe it can take in your Graſſe-hoppers thighes, you care for no more. Now, you looke as you had been i' the corner o'the Booth, fleaing your breech, with a candles end, and ſet fire o'the Fayre. Fill, Stote: fill. This Pig-woman doe I know, and I will put her in, for my ſecond enormity, ſhee hath beene before mee, Punke, Pinnace and Bawd, any time theſe two and twenty yeeres, vpon record i'the Pie-poudres. Fill againe, you vnlucky vermine. 'Pray you be not angry, Miſtreſſe, I'll ha' it widen'd anone. No, no, I ſhall e'en dwindle away to 't, ere the Fayre be done, you thinke, now you ha' heated me? A poore vex'd thing I am, I feele my ſelfe dropping already, as faſt as I can: two ſtone a ſewet aday is my proportion: I can but hold life & ſoule together, with this (heere's to you, Nightingale) and a whiffe of tobacco, at moſt. Where's my pipe now? not fill'd? thou errant Incubee. Nay, Vrſla, thou'lt gall betweene the tongue and the teeth, with fretting, now. How can I hope, that euer hee'll diſcharge his place of truſt, Tapſter, a man of reckoning vnder me, that remembers nothing I ſay to him? but looke too't, ſirrah, you were beſt, three pence a pipe full, I will ha' made, of all my whole halfe pound of tabacco, and a quarter of a pound of Coltsfoot, mixt with it too, to itch it out. I that haue dealt ſo long in the fire, will not be to ſeek in ſmoak, now. Then 6. and 20. ſhillings a barrell I will aduance o'my Beere; and fifty ſhillings a hundred o'my bottle-ale, I ha' told you the waies how to raiſe it. Froth your cannes well i'the filling, at length Rogue, and iogge your bottles o' the buttocke, Sirrah, then skinke out the firſt glaſſe, euer, and drinke with all companies, though you be ſure to be drunke; you'll miſ-reckon the better, and be leſſe aſham'd on't. But your true tricke, Raſcall, muſt be, to be euer buſie, and miſ-take away the bottles and cannes, in haſt, before they be halfe drunke off, and neuer heare any body call, (if they ſhould chance to marke you) till you ha' brought freſh, and be able to for ſweare 'hem. Giue me a drinke of Ale. This is the very wombe, and bedde of enormitie! groſſe, as her ſelfe! this muſt all downe for enormity, all, euery whit on't. Looke, who's there, Sirrah? fiue ſhillings a Pigge is my price, at leaſt; if it be a ſow-pig, ſix pence more: if ſhe be a great bellied wife, and long for't, ſix pence more for that.