Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1614 [Oct 31] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men 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.
Dost thou hear, boy? (there's for thy Ale, and the remnant for thee) speak in thy faith of a faucet, now; is this goodly person before us here, this vapours, a knight of the knife? What mean you by that, Master Arthur? I mean a child of the horn-thumb, a babe of booty, boy; a cutpurse. O Lord, Sir! far from it. This is Master Dan. Knockhum: Iordane the Ranger of Turnbull. He is a horse-courser, Sir. Thy dainty dame, though, called him cutpurse. Like enough, Sir, she'll do forty such things in an hour (an you listen to her) for her recreation, if the toy take her i'the greasy kerchief: it makes her fat you see. She battens with it. Here might I ha' been deceived, now: and ha' put a fool's blot upon myself, if I had not played an after game o' discretion. Alas poor Urs, this's an ill season for thee. Hung yourself, Hackneyman. How? how? Urs, vapours! motion breed vapours? Vapours? Never tusk, nor twirl your dibble, good Iordane, I know what you'll take to a very drop. Though you be Captain o'the Roarers, and fight well at the case of pisspots, you shall not fright me with your Lion-chap, Sir, nor your tusks, you angry? you are hungry: come, a pig's head will stop your mouth, and stay your stomach, at all times. Thou art such another mad merry Urs still! Troth I do make conscience of vexing thee, now i'the dog-days, this hot weather, for fear of foundering thee i'the body; and melting down a Pillar of the Fair. Pray thee take thy chair again, and keep state; and let's have a fresh bottle of Ale, and a pipe of tobacco; and no vapours. I'll ha' this belly o'thine taken up, and thy grass scoured, wench; look! here's EZechiel Edgeworth; a fine boy of his inches, as any is i'the Fair! has still money in his purse, and will pay all, with a kind heart; and good vapours. THat I will, indeed, willingly, Master Knockhum, fetch some Ale, and Tobacco. What do you lack, Gentlemen? Maid: see a fine hobby horse for your young Master; cost you but a token a week his provender. Ha' you any corns ' iyour feet, and toes? Buy a Mousetrap, a Mousetrap, or a Tormentor for a Flea. Buy some Gingerbread. Ballads, Ballads! fine new ballads: Hear for your love, and buy for your money. A delicate ballad o' the Ferret and the Coney. A preservative again ' the Punks evil. Another of Goose-green-starch, and the Devil. A dozen of divine points, and the Godly garters. The Fairing of good council, of an ell and three quarters. What is't you buy? The Windmill blown down by the witch's fart! Or Saint George, that O! did break the Dragon's heart! Master Nightingale, come hither, leave your mart a little.
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Doſt thou heare, boy? (there's for thy Ale, and the remnant for thee) ſpeake in thy faith of a faucet, now; is this goodly perſon before vs here, this vapours, a knight of the knife? What meane you by that, Maſter Arthur? I meane a child of the horne-thumb, a babe of booty, boy; a cutpurſe. O Lord, Sir! far from it. This is Maſter Dan. Knockhum: Iordane the Ranger of Turnebull. He is a horſe-courſer, Sir. Thy dainty dame, though, call'd him cutpurſe. Like enough, Sir, ſhee'll doe forty ſuch things in an houre (an you liſten to her) for her recreation, if the toy take her i'the greaſie kerchiefe: it makes her fat you ſee. Shee battens with it. Here might I ha' beene deceiu'd, now: and ha' put a fooles blot vpon my ſelfe, if I had not play'd an after game o' diſcretion. Alas poore Vrs, this's an ill ſeaſon for thee. Hang your ſelfe, Hacney-man. How? how? Vrs, vapours! motion breede vapours? Vapours? Neuer tuske, nor twirle your dibble, good Iordane, I know what you'll take to a very drop. Though you be Captaine o'the Roarers, and fight well at the caſe of piſ-pots, you ſhall not fright me with your Lyon-chap, Sir, nor your tuskes, you angry? you are hungry: come, a pigs head will ſtop your mouth, and ſtay your ſtomacke, at all times. Thou art ſuch another mad merry Vrs ſtill! Troth I doe make conſcience of vexing thee, now i'the dog-daies, this hot weather, for feare of foundring thee i'the bodie; and melting down a Piller of the Fayre. Pray thee take thy chayre againe, and keepe ſtate; and let's haue a freſh bottle of Ale, and a pipe of tabacco; and no vapours. I'le ha' this belly o'thine taken vp, and thy graſſe ſcour'd, wench; looke! heere's EZechiel Edgworth; a fine boy of his inches, as any is i'the Fayre! has ſtill money in his purſe, and will pay all, with a kind heart; and good vapours. THat I will, indeede, willingly, Maſter Knockhum, fetch ſome Ale, and Tabacco. What doe you lacke, Gentlemen? Maid: ſee a fine hobby horſe for your young Maſter; coſt you but a token a weeke his prouander. Ha' you any cornes 'iyour feete, and toes? Buy a Mouſe-trap, a Mouſe-trap, or a Tormentor for a Flea. Buy ſome Ginger-bread. Ballads, Ballads! fine new ballads: Heare for your loue, and buy for your money. A delicate ballad o' the Ferret and the Coney. A preſeruatiue again' the Punques euill. Another of Gooſe-greene-ſtarch, and the Deuill. A dozen of diuine points, and the Godly garters. The Fairing of good councell, of an ell and three quarters. What is't you buy? The Wind-mill blowne downe by the witches fart! Or Saint George, that O! did breake the Dragons heart! Maſter Nightingale, come hither, leaue your mart a little.