Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Bartholomew Fair · chunk 41 of 72

Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1614 [Oct 31] (Annals)
comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men
T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns typicality 0.84 · 506 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.

Cry you mercy, is the wind there? must not the widow be named? Do you hear Win, Win? What say you, Iohn? While they are paying the reckoning, Win, I'll tell you a thing Win, we shall never see any sights i'the Fair, Win, except you long still, Win, good Win, sweet Win, long to see some Hobby-horses, and some Drums, and Rattles, and Dogs, and fine devices, Win. The Bull with the five legs, Win; and the great Hog: now you ha' begun with Pig, you may long for any thing, Win, and so for my Motion, Win. But we sha'not eat o'the Bull, and the Hog, Iohn, how shall I long than? O yes! Win: you may long to see, as well as to taste, Win: how did the Apothecary's wife, Win, that longed to see the Anatomy, Win? or the Lady, Win, that desired to spit i'the great Lawyer's mouth, after an eloquent pleading? I assure you they longed, Win, good Win, go in, and long. I think we are rid of our new customer, brother Leatherhead, we shall hear no more of him. All the better, let's pack up all, and be gone, before he find us. Stay a little, yonder comes a company: it may be we may take some more money. Sir, I will take your counsel, and cut my hair, and leave vapours: I see, that Tobacco, and Bottle-Ale, and Pig, and Whit, and very Ursula, herself, is all vanity. Only Pig was not comprehended in my admonition, the rest were. For long hair, it is an Ensign of pride, a banner, and the world is full of those banners, very full of Banners. And, bottle-ale is a drink of Satan's, a diet-drink of Satan's, devised to puff us up, and make us swell in this latter age of vanity, as the smoke of tobacco, to keep us in mist and error: But the fleshly woman, (which you call Ursula) is above all to be avoided, having the marks upon her, of the three enemies of Man, the World, as being in the Fair; the Devil, as being in the fire; and and the Flesh, as being herself. Brother Zeal-of-the-land! what shall we do? my daughter Win-the-fight, is fall'n into her fit of longing again. For more pig? there is no more, is there? To see some sights, i' the Fair. Sister, let her fly the impurity of the place, swiftly, jest she partake of the pitch thereof. Thou art the seat of the Beast, O Smithfield, and I will leave thee. Idolatry peepeth out on every side of thee. An excellent right Hypocrite! now his belly is full, he falls a railing and kicking, the jade. A very good vapour! I'll in, and joy Ursula, with telling, how her pig works, two and a half he eat to his share. And he has drunk a pailful. He eats with his eyes, as well as his teeth. What do you lack, Gentlemen? What is't you buy? Rattles, Drums, Babies.—
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayBartholomew Fair
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1631
First performance / composition (Annals)1614 [Oct 31]
First performance (BritDrama)1614 [Oct]
Company (BritDrama)Lady Elizabeth's Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 971 · TCP A72473 · DEEP 5124.001
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 757–773 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 41 of 72 in this edition
Length506 words · 716 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T44 — Drinking: wine, ale and taverns cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.844 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 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)
Cry you mercy, is the winde there? muſt not the widdow be nam'd? DOe you heare Win, Win? What ſay you, Iohn? While they are paying the reckoning, Win, I'll tell you a thing Win, wee ſhall neuer ſee any ſights i'the Fayre, Win, except you long ſtill, Win, good Win, ſweet Win, long to ſee ſome Hobby-horſes, and ſome Drummes, and Rattles, and Dogs, and fine deuices, Win. The Bull with the fiue legs, Win; and the great Hog: now you ha' begun with Pigge, you may long for any thing, Win, and ſo for my Motion, Win. But we ſha'not eat o'the Bull, and the Hogge, Iohn, how ſhall I long then? O yes! Win: you may long to ſee, as well as to taſte, Win: how did the Pothecarie's wife, Win, that long'd to ſee the Anatomy, Win? or the Lady, Win, that deſir'd to ſpit i'the great Lawyers mouth, after an eloquent pleading? I aſſure you they long'd, VVin, good Win, goe in, and long. I think we are rid of our new cuſtomer, brother Leatherhead, wee ſhall heare no more of him. All the better, let's packe vp all, and be gone, before he finde vs. Stay a little, yonder comes a company: it may be wee may take ſome more money. Sir, I will take your counſell, and cut my haire, and leaue vapours: I ſee, that Tabacco, and Bottle-Ale, and Pig, and Whit, and very Vrſla, her ſelfe, is all vanity. Onely Pigge was not comprehended in my admonition, the reſt were. For long haire, it is an Enſigne of pride, a banner, and the world is full of thoſe banners, very full of Banners. And, bottle-ale is a drinke of Sathan's, a diet-drinke of Sathans, deuiſed to puffe vs vp, and make vs ſwell in this latter age of vanity, as the ſmoake of tabacco, to keepe vs in miſt and error: But the fleſhly woman, (which you call Vrſla) is aboue all to be auoyded, hauing the marks vpon her, of the three enemies of Man, the World, as being in the Faire; the Deuill, as being in the fire; and and the Fleſh, as being her ſelfe. Brother Zeale-of-the-land! what ſhall we doe? my daughter Win-the-fight, is falne into her fit of longing againe. For more pig? there is no more, is there? To ſee ſome ſights, i' the Faire. Siſter, let her fly the impurity of the place, ſwiftly, leſt ſhee partake of the pitch thereof. Thou art the ſeate of the Beaſt, O Smithfield, and I will leaue thee. Idolatry peepeth out on euery ſide of thee. An excellent right Hypocrite! now his belly is full, he falls a railing and kicking, the Iade. A very good vapour! I'll in, and ioy Vrſla, with telling, how her pigge works, two and a halfe he eate to his ſhare. And he has drunke a pailefull. He eates with his eyes, as well as his teeth. What doe you lack, Gentlemen? What is't you buy? Rattles, Drumms, Babies.—