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 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Fear not my gander, I protest, I should handle my matters very ill, if I had not a whole candle. Well than, look to't, and kiss me to boot. Now, here come the friends again, Pythias, aend Damon, and under their cloaks, they have of Bacon, a gammon. Drawer, fill some wine here. How, some wine there? there's company already, Sir, pray forbear! 'Tis Hero. Yes, but she will not be taken, after ●acke, and fresh herring, with your Dunmow- bacon. You lie, it's Westfabian. Westphalian you should say. If you hold not your peace, you are a Coxcomb, I would say. What's here? what's here? kiss, kiss, upon kiss. I, Wherhfore should they not? what harm is in this? 'tis Mistress Hero. Mistress Hero's a whore. Is she a whore? keep you quiet, or Sir Knave out of door. Knave out of door? Yes, Knave, out of door. Whore out of door. I say, Knave, out of door. I say, whore, out of door. Yea, so say I too. Kiss the whore o'the arse. Now you ha' something to do: you must kiss her o' the arse she says: So we will, so we william. O my haunches, O my haunches, hold, hold. Standest thou still? Leander, where art thou? standest thou still like a sot, and not offerest to break both their heads with a pot? See who's at thine elbow, there! Puppet Ionas and Cupid. upon'hem Leander, be not so stupid. You Goat-bearded slave! You whoremaster Knave. Thou art a whoremaster. Whoremasters all. See, Cupid with a word has ta'en up the brawl. These be fine vapours! By this good day they fight bravely! do they not, Numps? Yes, they lacked but you to be their second, all this while. This tragical encounter, falling out thus to busy us, It raises up the ghost of their friend Dionysius: Not like a Monarch, but the Master of a School, in a Scrivener's furred gown, which shows he is no fool. for therein he hath wit enough to keep himself warm. O Damon he cries, and Pythias; what harm, Hath poor Dionysius done you in his grave, That after his death, you should fall out thus, and rave, And call amorous Leander whoremaster Knave? I cannot, I will not, I promise' you endure it. Down with Dagon, down with Dagon; 'tis I, will no longer endure your profanations. What mean you, Sir? I will remove Dagon there, I say, that Idol, that heathenish Idol, that remains (as I may say) a beam, a very beam, not a beam of the Sun, nor a beam of the Moon, nor a beam of a balance, neither a house-beam, nor a Weaver's beam, but a beam in the eye, in the eye of the brethrens; a very great beam, an exceeding great beam; such as are your Stage-players, Rhymers, and Morris-dancers, who have walked hand in hand, in contempt of the Brethrens, and the Cause; and been borne out by instruments, of no mean countenance.
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Feare not my gander, I proteſt, I ſhould handle my matters very ill, if I had not a whole candle. Well then, looke to't, and kiſſe me to boote. Now, heere come the friends againe, Pythias, aend Damon, and vnder their clokes, they haue of Bacon, a gammon. Drawer, fill ſome wine heere. How, ſome wine there? there's company already, Sir, pray forbeare! 'Tis Hero. Yes, but ſhee will not be taken, after acke, and freſh herring, with your Dunmow-bacon. You lye, it's Weſtfabian. Westphalian you ſhould ſay. If you hold not your peace, you are a Coxcombe, I would ſay. What's here? what's here? kiſſe, kiſſe, vpon kiſſe. I, Wherefore ſhould they not? what harme is in this? 'tis Miſtreſſe Hero. Miſtreſſe Hero's a whore. Is ſhee a whore? keepe you quiet, or Sir Knaue out of dore. Knaue out of doore? Yes, Knaue, out of doore. Whore out of doore. I ſay, Knaue, out of doore. I ſay, whore, out of doore. Yea, ſo ſay I too. Kiſſe the whore o'the arſe. Now you ha' ſomething to doe: you muſt kiſſe her o' the arſe ſhee ſayes: So we will, ſo we will. O my hanches, O my hanches, hold, hold. Stand'ſt thou ſtill? Leander, where art thou? ſtand'ſt thou ſtill like a ſot, and not offer'ſt to breake both their heads with a pot? See who's at thine elbow, there! Puppet Ionas and Cupid. Vpon'hem Leander, be not ſo ſtupid. You Goat-bearded ſlaue! You whore-master Knaue. Thou art a whore-maſter. Whore-maſters all. See, Cupid with a word has tane vp the brawle. Theſe be fine vapours! By this good day they fight brauely! doe they not, Numps? Yes, they lack'd but you to be their ſecond, all this while. This tragicall encounter, falling out thus to buſie vs, It raiſes vp the ghoſt of their friend Dionyſius: Not like a Monarch, but the Maſter of a Schoole, in a Scriueners furr'd gowne, which ſhewes he is no foole. for therein he hath wit enough to keepe himſelfe warme. O Damon he cries, and Pythias; what harme, Hath poore Dionyſius done you in his graue, That after his death, you ſhould fall out thus, and raue, And call amorous Leander whore-maſter Knaue? I cannot, I will not, I promiſe you endure it. Downe with Dagon, downe with Dagon; 'tis I, will no longer endure your prophanations. What meane you, Sir? I wil remoue Dagon there, I ſay, that Idoll, that heatheniſh Idoll, that remaines (as I may ſay) a beame, a very beame, not a beame of the Sunne, nor a beame of the Moone, nor a beame of a ballance, neither a houſe-beame, nor a Weauers beame, but a beame in the eye, in the eye of the brethren; a very great beame, an exceeding great beame; ſuch as are your Stage-players, Rimers, and Morriſe-dancers, who haue walked hand in hand, in contempt of the Brethren, and the Cauſe; and beene borne out by inſtruments, of no meane countenance.