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 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Come, Win, as good whinny here, as go farther, and see nothing. We scape so much of the other vanities, by our early entering. It is an edifying consideration. This is scurvy, that we must come into the Fair, and not look on't. Win, have patience, Win, I'll tell you more anon. Mooncalf; entertain within there, the best pig i'the Booth; a Porklike pig. These are Banbury-bloods, o'the sincere stud. come a pigge-hunting. Whit, wait Whit, look to your charge. A pig prepare, presently, let a pig be prepared to us. 'Slight, who be these? Is this the good service, Iordan, you'd do me? Why, Urs? why, Urs? thou'lt ha' vapours i'thy leg again presently, pray thee go in, it may turn to the scratches else. Hung your vapours, they are stolen, and stink like you, are these the guests o'the game, you promised to fill my pit withal, to day? I● what ail they Urs? Ail they? they are all sippers, sippers o'the City, they look as they would not drink of two pennyworth of bottle-ale amongst 'hem. A body may read that i'their small printed ruffs. Away, thou art a fool, Urs, and thy Mooncalf too, i'your ignorant vapours, now? hence, good guests, I say right hypocrites, good gluttons. In, and set a couple o'pigs o'the board, and halfe a dozen of the biggest bottles afore 'em, and call Whit, I do not love to hear Innocents' abused: Fine ambling hypocrites! and a stone-puritan, with a sorrel head, and beard, good mouthed gluttons: two to a pig, away. Are you sure they are such? O'the right breed, thou shalt try 'em by the teeth, Urs, where's this Whit? Behold, man and see, what a worthy man am ee! With the fury of my sword, and the shaking of my beard, I will make ten thousand men afeard. Well said, brave Whit, in, and fear the ale out o'the bottles, into the bellies of the brethrens, and the sisters drink to the cause, and pure vapours. My Roarer is turned Tapster, me thinks. Now were a fine time for thee, Win-wife, to lay aboard thy widow, thou'lt never be Master of a better season, or place; she that will venture herself into the Fair, and a pig-box, will admit any assault, be assured of that. I love not enterprises of that suddenness, though. I'll warrant thee, than, no wife out o'the widows Hundred: if I had but as much Title to her, as to have breathed once on that straight stomacher of hers, I would now assure my self to carry her, yet, ere shewent out of Smithfield. Or she should carry me, which were the fit sight, I confess. But you are a modest undertaker, by circumstances, and degrees; come, 'tis Disease in thee, not judgement, I should offer at all together. Look, here's the poor fool, again, that was stung by the wasp, ere while.
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Come, Win, as good winny here, as goe farther, and ſee nothing. Wee ſcape ſo much of the other vanities, by our earely entring. It is an aedifying conſideration. This is ſcuruy, that wee muſt come into the Fayre, and not looke on't. Win, haue patience, Win, I'le tell you more anon. Moone-calfe; entertaine within there, the beſt pig i'the Booth; a Porklike pig. Theſe are Banbury-bloods, o'the ſincere ſtud, come a pigge-hunting. Whit, wait Whit, looke to your charge. A pigge prepare, preſently, let a pigge be prepared to vs. S'light, who be theſe? Is this the good ſeruice, Iordan, you'ld doe me? Why, Vrs? why, Vrs? thou'lt ha' vapours i'thy legge againe preſently, pray thee go in, 't may turne to the ſcratches elſe. Hang your vapours, they are ſtale, and ſtinke like you, are theſe the gueſts o'the game, you promis'd to fill my pit withall, to day? I what aile they Vrs? Aile they? they are all ſippers, ſippers o'the City, they looke as they would not drinke off two penn'orth of bottle-ale amongſt 'hem. A body may read that i'their ſmall printed ruffes. Away, thou art a foole, Vrs, and thy Moone-calfe too, i'your ignorant vapours, now? hence, good gueſts, I ſay right hypocrites, good gluttons. In, and ſet a couple o'pigs o'the board, and halfe a dozen of the biggeſt bottles afore 'hem, and call Whit, I doe not loue to heare Innocents abus'd: Fine ambling hypocrites! and a ſtone-puritane, with a ſorrell head, and beard, good mouth'd gluttons: two to a pigge, away. Are you ſure they are ſuch? O'the right breed, thou ſhalt try 'hem by the teeth, Vrs, where's this Whit? Behold, man and ſee, what a worthy man am ee! With the fury of my ſword, and the ſhaking of my beard, I will make ten thouſand men afeard. Well ſaid, braue Whit, in, and feare the ale out o'the bottles, into the bellies of the brethren, and the ſiſters drinke to the cauſe, and pure vapours. My Roarer is turn'd Tapſter, mee thinks. Now were a fine time for thee, Win-wife, to lay aboard thy widdow, thou'lt neuer be Maſter of a better ſeaſon, or place; ſhee that will venture her ſelfe into the Fayre, and a pig-boxe, will admit any aſſault, be aſſur'd of that. I loue not enterpriſes of that ſuddenneſſe, though. I'le warrant thee, then, no wife out o'the widdowes Hundred: if I had but as much Title to her, as to haue breath'd once on that ſtreight ſtomacher of hers, I would now aſſure my felfe to carrry her, yet, ere ſhewent out of Smithfield. Or ſhe ſhould carry me, which were the fitter ſight, I confeſſe. But you are a modeſt vndertaker, by circumſtances, and degrees; come, 'tis Diſeaſe in thee, not Iudgement, I ſhould offer at all together. Looke, here's the poore foole, againe, that was ſtung by the waſpe, ere while.