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 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
What do you lack? what do you buy, pretty Mistress! a fine Hobby-Horse, to make your son a Tilter? a Drum to make him a Soldier? a Fiddle, to make him a Reveller? What is't you lack? Little Dogs for your Daughters! or Babies, male, or female? Look not toward them, hearken not: the place is Smithfield, or the field of Smiths, the Grove of Hobby-horses and trinkets, the wares are the wares of devils. And the whole Fair is the shop of Satan! They are hooks, and baits, very baits, that are hung out on every side, to catch you, and to hold you as it were, by the gillss; and by the nostrils, as the Fisher doth: therefore, you must not look, nor turn toward them— The Heathen man could stop his ears with wax, against the harlot o'the sea: Do you the like, with your fingers against the bells of the Beast. What flashes comes from him! O, he has those of his oven! a notable hot Baker 'twas, when he plied the peel: he is leading his flock into the Fair, now. Rather driving 'em to the Pens: for he will let 'em look upon nothing. Gentlewomen, the weather's hot! whither walk you? Have a care o'your fine velvet caps, the Fair is dusty. Take a sweet delicate Booth, with boughs, here, i'the way, and cool yourselves i'the shade: you and your friends. The best pig and bottle-ale i' the Fair, Sir. Old Ursula is Cook, there you may read: the pig's head speaks it. Poor soul, she has had a Sringhalt, the Maryhinchco: but she's prettily amended. A delicate sow-pig, little Mistress, with sweet sauce, and crackling, like de bay-leaf i'd fire, lafoy! Tou shalt ha'de clean side o'de tablecloth and di glass washed with phatersh of Dame Annessh Clear. This's sine, verily, here be the best pigs: and she does roast 'em as well as ever she did; the Pig's head says. Excellent, excellent, Mistress, with fire o' juniper and Rosemary branches! The Oracle of the Pig's head, that, Sir. Son, were you not warned of the vanity of the eye? have you forgot the wholesome admonition, so soon? Good mother, how shall we find a pig, if we do not look about for't? will it run of o'the spit, into our mouths think you? as in Lubberland? and cry, we, we? Not, but your mother, religiously wise, conceiveth it may offer itself, by other means, to the sense, as by way of steam, which I think it doth, here in this place (Huh, huh) yes, it doth. and it were a sin of obstinacy, great obstinacy, high and horrible obstinacy, to decline, or resist the good titillation of the famelick sense, which is the smell. Therefore be bold (huh, huh, huh) follow the sent. Enter the Tents of the unclean, for once, and satisfy your wife's frailty. Let your frail wife be satisfied: your zealous mother, and my suffering self, will also be satisfied.
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What do you lack? what do you buy, pretty Miſtris! a fine Hobby-Horſe, to make your ſonne a Tilter? a Drum to make him a Souldier? a Fiddle, to make him a Reueller? What is't you lack? Little Dogs for your Daughters! or Babies, male, or female? Look not toward them, harken not: the place is Smithfield, or the field of Smiths, the Groue of Hobbi-horſes and trinkets, the wares are the wares of diuels. And the whole Fayre is the ſhop of Satan! They are hooks, and baites, very baites, that are hung out on euery ſide, to catch you, and to hold you as it were, by the gills; and by the noſtrills, as the Fiſher doth: therefore, you muſt not looke, nor turne toward them— The Heathen man could ſtop his eares with wax, againſt the harlot o'the ſea: Doe you the like, with your fingers againſt the bells of the Beaſt. What flaſhes comes from him! O, he has thoſe of his ouen! a notable hot Baker 'twas, when hee ply'd the peele: hee is leading his flocke into the Fayre, now. Rather driuing 'hem to the Pens: for he will let 'hem looke vpon nothing. Gentlewomen, the weather's hot! whither walke you? Haue a care o'your fine veluet caps, the Fayre is duſty. Take a ſweet delicate Booth, with boughs, here, i'the way, and coole your ſelues i'the ſhade: you and your friends. The beſt pig and bottle-ale i' the Fayre, Sir. Old Vrſla is Cooke, there you may read: the pigges head ſpeakes it. Poore ſoule, ſhee has had a Sringhalt, the Maryhinchco: but ſhee's prettily amended. A delicate ſhow-pig, little Miſtris, with ſhweet ſauce, and crackling, like de bay-leafe i'de fire, la! Tou ſhalt ha'de cleane ſide o'de table-clot and di glaſſ vaſh'd with phaterſh of Dame Annesſh Cleare. This's ſine, verily, here be the beſt pigs: and ſhee doe's roaſt 'hem as well as euer ſhe did; the Pigs head ſayes. Excellent, excellent, Miſtris, with fire o' Iuniper and Roſe-mary branches! The Oracle of the Pigs head, that, Sir. Sonne, were you not warn'd of the vanity of the eye? haue you forgot the wholeſome admonition, ſo ſoone? Good mother, how ſhall we finde a pigge, if we doe not looke about for't? will it run off o'the ſpit, into our mouths thinke you? as in Lubberland? and cry, we, we? No, but your mother, religiouſly wiſe, conceiueth it may offer it ſelfe, by other meanes, to the ſenſe, as by way of ſteeme, which I thinke it doth, here in this place (Huh, huh) yes, it doth. and it were a ſinne of obſtinacy, great obſtinacy, high and horrible obſtinacy, to decline, or reſiſt the good titillation of the famelick ſenſe, which is the ſmell. Therefore be bold (huh, huh, huh) follow the ſent. Enter the Tents of the vncleane, for once, and ſatisfie your wiues frailty. Let your fraile wife be ſatisfied: your zealous mother, and my ſuffering ſelfe, will alſo be ſatisfied.