Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1614 [Oct 31] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns typicality 0.81 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
In, to Ursula, Nightingale, and carry her comfort: see it told. This fellow was sent to us by fortune, for our first fairing. But what speak I of the diseases of the body, children of the Fair? That's to us, Sister. Brave i'faith! Hark, O, you sons and daughters of Smithfield! and hear what malady it doth the mind: It causeth swearing, it causeth swaggering, it causeth snuffling, and snarling, and now and than a hurt. He hath something of Master Overdoo, me thinks, brother. So me thought, Sister, very much of my brother Overdoo: And 'tis, when he speaks. Look into any Angle o'the town, (the Streights, or the Bermudas) where the quarrelling lesson is read, and how do they entertain the time, but with bottle-ale, and tobacco? The Lecturer is o'one side, and his Pupils o'the other; But the seconds are still bottle-ale, and tobacco, for which the Lecturer reads, and the Novices pay. Thirty pound a week in bottle-ale! forty in tobacco! and ten more in Ale again. Than for a suit to drink in, so much, and (that being slavered) so much for another suit, and than a third suit, and a fourth suit! and still the bottle-ale slavereth, and the tobacco stinketh! Heart of a madman! are you rooted here? well you never away? what can any man find out in this bawling fellow, to grow here for? he is a full handful higher, sin'he heard him, will you fix here? and set up a Booth? Sir? I will conclude briefly— Hold your peace, you roaring Rascal, I'll run my head i'your chaps else. You were best build a Booth, and entertain him, make your Will, and you say the word, and him your heir! heart, I never knew one taken with a mouth of a peck, afore. By this light, I'll carry you away o' my back, and you will not come. Stay Numps, stay, set me down: I ha' lost my purse, Numps, O my purse! one o'my fine purses is gone. Is't indeed, brother? I, as I am an honest man, would I were an errand Rogue, else! a plague of all roguy, damned cutpurses for me. Bless 'em with all my heart, with all my heart, do you see! Now, as I am no Infidel, that I know of, I am glad on't. I I am, (here's my witness!) do you see, Sir? I did not tell you of his fables, I? no, no, I am a dull malt-horse, I, I know nothing. Are you not justly served i'your conscience now? speak i'your conscience. Much good do you with all my heart, and his good heart that has it, with all my heart again. This fellow is very charitable, would he had a purse too! but, I must not be too bold, all at a time. Nay, Numps, it is not my best purse.
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In, to Vrſla, Nightingale, and carry her comfort: ſee it told. This fellow was ſent to vs by fortune, for our firſt fairing. But what ſpeake I of the diſeaſes of the body, children of the Fayre? That's to vs, Siſter. Braue i'faith! Harke, O, you ſonnes and daughters of Smithfield! and heare what mallady it doth the minde: It cauſeth ſwearing, it cauſeth ſwaggering, it cauſeth ſnuffling, and ſnarling, and now and then a hurt. He hath ſomething of Maſter Ouerdoo, mee thinkes, brother. So mee thought, Siſter, very much of my brother Ouerdoo: And 'tis, when he ſpeakes. Looke into any Angle o'the towne, (the Streights, or the Bermuda's) where the quarrelling leſſon is read, and how doe they entertaine the time, but with bottle-ale, and tabacco? The Lecturer is o'one ſide, and his Pupils o'the other; But the ſeconds are ſtill bottle-ale, and tabacco, for which the Lecturer reads, and the Nouices pay. Thirty pound a weeke in bottle-ale! forty in tabacco! and ten more in Ale againe. Then for a ſute to drinke in, ſo much, and (that being ſlauer'd) ſo much for another ſute, and then a third ſute, and a fourth ſute! and ſtill the bottle-ale ſlauereth, and the tabacco ſtinketh! Heart of a mad-man! are you rooted heere? well you neuer away? what can any man finde out in this bawling fellow, to grow heere for? hee is a full handfull higher, ſin'he heard him, will you fix heere? and ſet vp a Booth? Sir? I will conclude briefely— Hold your peace, you roaring Raſcall, I'le runne my head i'your chaps elſe. You were beſt build a Booth, and entertaine him, make your Will, and you ſay the word, and him your heyre! heart, I neuer knew one taken with a mouth of a pecke, afore. By this light, I'le carry you away o' my backe, and you will not come. Stay Numpes, ſtay, ſet mee downe: I ha' loſt my purſe, Numps, O my purſe! one o'my fine purſes is gone. Is't indeed, brother? I, as I am an honeſt man, would I were an errant Rogue, elſe! a plague of all roguy, damn'd cut-purſes for me. Bleſſe 'hem with all my heart, with all my heart, do you ſee! Now, as I am no Infidell, that I know of, I am glad on't. I I am, (here's my witneſſe!) doe you ſee, Sir? I did not tell you of his fables, I? no, no, I am a dull malt-horſe, I, I know nothing. Are you not iuſtly ſeru'd i'your conſcience now? ſpeake i'your conſcience. Much good doe you with all my heart, and his good heart that has it, with all my heart againe. This fellow is very charitable, would he had a purſe too! but, I muſt not be too bold, all at a time. Nay, Numps, it is not my beſt purſe.