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 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
THese are the fruits of bottle-ale, and tobacco! the foam of the one, and the fumes of the other! Stay young man, and despise not the wisdom of these few hairs, that are grown grey in care of thee. Nightingale, stay a little. Indeed I'll hear some o' this! Come, Numps, come, where are you? welcome into the Fair, Mistress Grace. 'Slight, he will call company, you shall see, and put us into do presently. Thirst not after that frothy liquor, Ale: for, who knows, when he openeth the stopple, what may be in the bottle? hath not a Snail, a Spider, yea, a Newt been found there? thirst not after it, youth: thirst not after it. This is a brave fellow, Numps, let's hear him. 'Sblood, how brave is he? in a guarded coat? you were best truck with him, even strip, and truck presently, it will become you, why will you hear him, because he is an Ass, and may be a kin to the Cokeses? O, good Numps! Neither do thou lust after that tawny weed, tobacco. Brave words! Whose complexion is like the Indians that vents it! Are they not brave words, Sister? And who can tell, if, before the gathering, and making up thereof, the Alligarta hath not pissed thereon? Heart let 'em be brave words, as brave as they will! and they were all the brave words in a Country, how than? will you away yet? ha you enough on him? Mistress Grace, come you away, I pray you, be not you accessary. If you do loose your Licence, or somewhat else, Sir, with listening to his fables: say, Numps, is a witch, with all my heart, do, say so. Avoid i' your satin doublet, Numps. The creeping venom of which subtle serpent, as some late writers affirm; neither the cutting of the perilous plant, nor the drying of it, nor the lighting, or burning, can any way persuade or, assuage. Good, i'faith! is't not Sister? Hence it is, that the lungs of the Tobacconist are rotten, the Liver spotted, the brain smoked like the backside of the Pig-woman's Booth, here, and the whole body within, black, as her Pan, you saw even now, without. A fine similitude, that, Sir! did you see the pan? Yes, Sir. Nay, the hole in the nose here, of some tobacco-takers, or the third nostril, (if I may so call it) which makes, that they can vent the tobacco out, like the Ace of clubs, or rather the Fleur-de-lis, is caused from the tobacco, the mere tobacco! when the poor innocent pox, having nothing to do there, is miserably, and most unconscionably slandered. Who would ha' missed this, Sister? Not any body, but Numps. He does not understand. Nor you feel. What would you have, Sister, of a fellow that knows nothing but a basket-hilt, and an old Fox in't? the best music i'the Fair, will not move a log.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
THeſe are the fruites of bottle-ale, and tabacco! the fome of the one, and the fumes of the other! Stay young man, and deſpiſe not the wiſedome of theſe few hayres, that are growne gray in care of thee. Nightingale, ſtay a little. Indeede I'le heare ſome o' this! Come, Numps, come, where are you? welcome into the Fayre, Miſtris Grace. S'light, hee will call company, you ſhall ſee, and put vs into doings preſently. Thirſt not after that frothy liquor, Ale: for, who knowes, when hee openeth the ſtopple, what may be in the bottle? hath not a Snaile, a Spider, yea, a Neuft bin found there? thirſt not after it, youth: thirſt not after it. This is a braue fellow, Numps, let's heare him. S'blood, how braue is he? in a garded coate? you were beſt trucke with him, e'en ſtrip, and trucke preſently, it will become you, why will you heare him, becauſe he is an Aſſe, and may be a kinnne to the Cokeſes? O, good Numps! Neither doe thou luſt after that tawney weede, tabacco. Braue words! Whoſe complexion is like the Indians that vents it! Are they not braue words, Siſter? And who can tell, if, before the gathering, and making vp thereof, the Alligarta hath not piſs'd thereon? 'Heart let 'hem be braue words, as braue as they will! and they were all the braue words in a Countrey, how then? will you away yet? ha' you inough on him? Miſtris Grace, come you away, I pray you, be not you acceſſary. If you doe loſe your Licence, or ſomewhat elſe, Sir, with liſtning to his fables: ſay, Numps, is a witch, with all my heart, doe, ſay ſo. Avoyd i' your ſattin doublet, Numps. The creeping venome of which ſubtill ſerpent, as ſome late writers affirme; neither the cutting of the perrillous plant, nor the drying of it, nor the lighting, or burning, can any way perſſway or, aſſwage. Good, i'faith! is't not Siſter? Hence it is, that the lungs of the Tabacconiſt are rotted, the Liuer ſpotted, the braine ſmoak'd like the backſide of the Pig-womans Booth, here, and the whole body within, blacke, as her Pan, you ſaw e'en now, without. A fine ſimilitude, that, Sir! did you ſee the panne? Yes, Sir. Nay, the hole in the noſe heere, of ſome tabacco-takers, or the third noſtrill, (if I may ſo call it) which makes, that they can vent the tabacco out, like the Ace of clubs, or rather the Flower-de-lice, is cauſed from the tabacco, the meere tabacco! when the poore innocent pox, hauing nothing to doe there, is miſerably, and moſt vnconſcionably ſlander'd. Who would ha' miſt this, Siſter? Not any body, but Numps. He do's not vnderſtand. Nor you feele. What would you haue, Siſter, of a fellow that knowes nothing but a basket-hilt, and an old Fox in't? the beſt muſique i'the Fayre, will not moue a logge.