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 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Peace, with thy Apocryphal wares, thou profane Publican: thy Bells, thy Dragons, and thy Toby's Dogs. Thy Hobby-horse is an Idol, a very Idol, a fierce and rank Idol: And thou, the Nabuchadnezzar, the proud Nabuchadnezzar of the Fair, that settest it up, for children to fall down to, and worship. Cry you mercy, Sir, will you buy a fiddle to fill up your noise. Look Win. do, look a God's name, and save your longing. Here be fine sights. I child, so you hate 'em, as our Brother Zeal does, you may look on 'hem. Or what do you say, to a Drum. Sir? It is the broken belly of the Beast, and thy bellows there are his lungs, and these Pipes are his throat, those Feathers are of his tail, and thy Rattles, the gnashing of his teeth. And what's my gingerbread? I pray you. The provender that pricks him up. Hence with thy basket of Popery, thy nest of Images: and whole legend of ginger-work. Sir if you be not quiet, the quicklier, I'll ha' you clapped fairly by the heels, for disturbing the Fair. The sin of the Fair provokes me, I cannot be silent. Good brother Zeal! Sir, I'll make you silent, believe it. I'd give a shilling, you could i'faith, friend. Sir, give me your shilling, I'll give you my shop, if I do not, and I'll leave it in pawn with you, i'the mean time. A match i'faith, but do it quickly, than. Hinder me not, woman. I was moved in spirit, to be here, this day, in this Fair, this wicked, and foul Fair; and fit may it be a called a foul, than a Fair: To protest against the abuses of it, the foul abuses of it, in regard of the afflicted Saints, that are troubled, very much troubled, exceedingly troubled, with the opening of the merchandise of Babylon again, & the peeping of Popery upon the stalls, here, here, in the high places. See you not Goldilocks, the purple strumpet, there? in her yellow gown, and green sleeves? the profane pipes, the tinkling timbrels? A shop of relics! Pray you forbear, I am put in trust with 'hem. And this Idolatrous Grove of Images, this flasket of Idols! which I will pull down— O my ware, my ware, God bless it.) In my zeal, and glory to be thus exercised. Here he is, pray you lay hold on his zeal, we cannot cell a whistle, for him, in tune. Stop his noise, first! Thou canst not: 'tis a sanctified noise. I will make a loud and most strong noise, till I have daunted the profane enemy. And for this cause.— Sir, here's no man afraid of you, or your cause. You shall swear it, i'the stocks, Sir. I will thrust myself into the stocks, upon the pikes of the Land. Carry him away. What do you mean, wicked men? Let them alone; I fear them not.
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Peace, with thy Apocryphall wares, thou prophane Publican: thy Bells, thy Dragons, and thy Tobie's Dogges. Thy Hobby-horſe is an Idoll, a very Idoll, a feirce and rancke Idoll: And thou, the Nabuchadnezzar, the proud Nabuchadnezzar of the Faire, that ſet'ſt it vp, for children to fall downe to, and worſhip. Cry you mercy, Sir, will you buy a fiddle to fill vp your noiſe. Looke Win. doe, looke a Gods name, and ſaue your longing. Here be fine ſights. I child, ſo you hate 'hem, as our Brother Zeale do's, you may looke on 'hem. Or what do you ſay, to a Drumme. Sir? It is the broken belly of the Beaſt, and thy Bellowes there are his lungs, and theſe Pipes are his throate, thoſe Feathers are of his taile, and thy Rattles, the gnaſhing of his teeth. And what's my ginger-bread? I pray you. The prouander that pricks him vp. Hence with thy baſket of Popery, thy neſt of Images: and whole legend of ginger-worke. Sir if you be not quiet, the quicklier, I'll ha' you clapp'd fairely by the heeles, for diſturbing the Faire. The ſinne of the Faire prouokes me, I cannot bee ſilent. Good brother Zeale! Sir, I'll make you ſilent, beleeue it. Il'd giue a ſhilling, you could i'faith, friend. Sir, giue me your ſhilling, I'll giue you my ſhop, if I do not, and I'll leaue it in pawne with you, i'the meane time. A match i'faith, but do it quickly, then. Hinder me not, woman. I was mou'd in ſpirit, to bee here, this day, in this Faire, this wicked, and foule Faire; and fitter may it be a called a foule, then a Faire: To proteſt againſt the abuſes of it, the foule abuſes of it, in regard of the afflicted Saints, that are troubled, very much troubled, exceedingly troubled, with the opening of the merchandize of Babylon againe, & the peeping of Popery vpon the ſtals, here, here, in the high places. See you not Goldylocks, the purple ſtrumpet, there? in her yellow gowne, and greene ſleeues? the prophane pipes, the tinckling timbrells? A ſhop of reliques! Pray you forbeare, I am put in truſt with 'hem. And this Idolatrous Groue of Images, this flasket of Idols! which I will pull downe— O my ware, my ware, God bleſſe it.) In my zeale, and glory to be thus exercis'd. Here he is, pray you lay hold on his zeale, wee cannot ſell a whiſtle, for him, in tune. Stop his noyſe, firſt! Thou canſt not: 'tis a ſanctified noiſe. I will make a loud and moſt ſtrong noiſe, till I haue daunted the prophane enemy. And for this cauſe.— Sir, heer's no man afraid of you, or your cauſe. You ſhall ſweare it, i'the ſtocks, Sir. I will thruſt my ſelfe into the ſtocks, vpon the pikes of the Land. Carry him away. What doe you meane, wicked men? Let them alone; I feare them not.