Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1616 [Oct-Nov (?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns typicality 0.67 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Is not that strange, Sr, to make wine of raisins? Yes, and as true a wine, as th' wines of France, Or Spain, or Italy, Look of what grape My raisin is, that wine I'll tender perfect, As of the muscatel grape, I'll tender muscatel; Of the Canary, his; the Claret, his; So of all kinds: and bate you of the prices, Of wine, throughout the kingdom, half in half. But, how, Sr, if you raise the other commodity, Raisins? Why, than I'll make it out of blackberries: And it shall do the same. 'Tis but more art, And the charge less. Take out another. Not, good Sir. Save you the trouble, I'll not look, nor hear Of any, but your first, there; the Drowned land: If it will do, as you say. Sir, there's not place, To give you demonstration of these things. They are a little to subtle. But, I could show you Such a necessity in't, as you must be But what you please: against the received heresy, That England bears no Dukes. Keep you the land, Sr, The greatness of th' estate shall throw it upon you. If you like better turning it to money, What may not you, Sr, purchase with that wealth? Say, you should part with two o' your millions, To be the thing you would, who would not do ' t? As I protest, I will, out of my divident, Lay, for some pretty principality, In Italy, from the Church: Now, you perhaps, Fancy the smoke of England, rather? But— Ha' you no private room, Sir, to draw to, T' enlarge ourselves more upon. O yes, Devil! These, Sir, are businesses, ask to be carried With caution, and in cloud. I apprehended, They do so, Sr. Devil, which way is your Mistress? Above, Sr. in her chamber. O that's well. Than, this way, good, Sir. I shall follow you; Trains, Give me the bag, and go you presently, Commend my service to my Lady Tail-bush. Tell her I am come from Court this morning; say, I have got our business moved, and well: Entreat her, That she give you the four-score Angels, and see 'em Disposed of to my Council, Sir Paul Eytherside. Sometime, to day, I'll wait upon her Ladyship, With the relation. Sir, of what dispatch, He is! Do you mark? Ingine, when did you see My cousin Euerill? keeps he still your quarter? I' the Bermudas? Yes, Sir, he was writing This morning, very hard. Be not you known to him, That I am come to Town: I have effected A business for him, but I would have it take him, Before he thinks for it. Is it past? Not yet. 'Tis well o' the way. O Sir! your worship takes Infinite pains. I love Friends, to be active: A sluggish nature puts of man, and kind. And such a blessing follows it. I thank My fate. Pray you let's be private, Sir?
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Is not that ſtrange, Sr, to make wine of raiſins? Yes, and as true a wine, as th' wines of France, Or Spaine, or Italy, Looke of what grape My raiſin is, that wine I'll render perfect, As of the muſcatell grape, I'll render muſcatell; Of the Canary, his; the Claret, his; So of all kinds: and bate you of the prices, Of wine, throughout the kingdome, halfe in halfe. But, how, Sr, if you raiſe the other commodity, Rayſins? Why, then I'll make it out of black-berries: And it ſhall doe the ſame. 'Tis but more art, And the charge leſſe. Take out another. No, good Sir. Saue you the trouble, I'le not looke, nor heare Of any, but your firſt, there; the Drown'd land: If 't will doe, as you ſay. Sir, there's not place, To gi' you demonſtration of theſe things. They are a little to ſubtle. But, I could ſhew you Such a neceſſity in't, as you muſt be But what you pleaſe: againſt the receiu'd hereſie, That England beares no Dukes. Keepe you the land, Sr, The greatneſſe of th' eſtate ſhall throw 't vpon you. If you like better turning it to money, What may not you, Sr, purchaſe with that wealth? Say, you ſhould part with two o' your millions, To be the thing you would, who would not do 't? As I proteſt, I will, out of my diuident, Lay, for ſome pretty principality, In Italy, from the Church: Now, you perhaps, Fancy the ſmoake of England, rather? But— Ha' you no priuate roome, Sir, to draw to, T' enlarge our ſelues more vpon. O yes, Diuell! Theſe, Sir, are bus'neſſes, aske to be carryed With caution, and in cloud. I apprehend, They doe ſo, Sr. Diuell, which way is your Miſtreſſe? Aboue, Sr. in her chamber. O that's well. Then, this way, good, Sir. I ſhall follow you; Traines, Gi' mee the bag, and goe you preſently, Commend my ſeruice to my Lady Tail-buſh. Tell her I am come from Court this morning; ſay, I' haue got our bus'neſſe mou'd, and well: Intreat her, That ſhee giue you the four-ſcore Angels, and ſee 'hem Diſpos'd of to my Councel, Sir Poul Eytherſide. Sometime, to day, I'll waite vpon her Ladiſhip, With the relation. Sir, of what diſpatch, He is! Do you marke? Ingine, when did you ſee My couſin Euer-ill? keepes he ſtill your quarter? I' the Bermudas? Yes, Sir, he was writing This morning, very hard. Be not you knowne to him, That I am come to Towne: I haue effected A buſineſſe for him, but I would haue it take him, Before he thinks for 't. Is it paſt? Not yet. 'Tis well o' the way. O Sir! your worſhip takes Infinit paines. I loue Friends, to be actiue: A ſluggiſh nature puts off man, and kinde. And ſuch a bleſſing followes it. I thanke My fate. Pray you let's be priuate, Sir?