A New Wonder, A Woman Never Vexed · chunk 10 of 45
Heywood, Thomas / Rowley, William · published 1632 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1614] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Miscall us not for our money, good mine Host, we are None of your thrifts; we have scaped that scandal long ago. Yes, his thrifts we are Jack, though not our own. Tush, you are young men, 'tis too soon to thrive yet: He that gathers young, spends when he's old: 'Tis better to begin ill, and end well, than to Begin well and end ill: Miserable fathers have For the most part unthrifty sons; leave not Too much for your heirs, Boys. He says well i'faith; Why should a man trust To executors. As good trust to hangmen as to executors: Who's in the bowling Alley mine Host? Honest traders, thrifty lads, they are rubbing on't; Towardly Boys, every one strives to lie nearest the Mistress. Give's a bail of Dice. Here my brave Wags. We fear no Counters now mine Host, so Long as we have your bail so ready. Come, trip. Up with's heels. Down with them. Now the dice are mine; set me now a fair Board; a fair passage sweet bones. Boreas. How now my fine Trundletayles; My wooden Cosmographers: My bowling Alley in an uproar? Is Orlando up in arms? I must be stickler; I am Constable, justice, and Beadle in mine Own house, I accuse, sentence, and punish: Have amongst you; look to my box Boys; He that breaks the peace, I break his pate For recompense; look to my box, I say. A pox o'your box, I shall ne'er be so happy to Reward it better; set me fair; aloft now. Out. What was't? Two treys, and an Ace. Seven still, pox on't; that number of the Deadly sins haunts me damnably; Come Sir, throw. Prithee invoke not so, all sinks too fast already. It will be found again in mine host's box. In still, two thieves and choose thy fellow. Take the Miller. Have at them i'faith. For a thief I'll warrant you, who'll you have next. Two Quatres and a trey. I hope we shall have good cheer, when two cators, and a trey go toth' market. So all's whist; they play upon the still pipes now, The Bullbeggar comes when I show my head, Silence is a virtue, and I have made ''em virtuous, let ''em play still till they be penny less; pawn Till they be naked, so they be quiet, welcome, And welcome. How now, how now, my roaring Tamberlaine, take Heed the Soldan comes; And 'twere not for profit, Who would live amongst such Bears? why Ursa Major I say, what in Capite Draconis? is there No hope to reclaim you, shall I never live in quiet For you? Good mine Host still ''em: civil Gamesters cannot play for'em. I come amongst you, you maledictious slaves; I'll Utter you all; some I'll take ready money for, and lay Up the rest in the stocks: look to my box, I say.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T21 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Miscall us not for our money, good mine Host, we are None of your thrifts; we have scap'd that scandall long agoe. Yes, his thrifts we are Iacke, though not our owne. Tush, you are young men, 'tis too soone to thrive yet: He that gathers young, spends when hee's old: 'Tis better to begin ill, and end well, than to Begin well and end ill: Miserable fathers have For the most part unthrifty sons; leave not Too much for your heires, Boyes. Hee sayes well i'faith; Why should a man trust To executors. As good trust to hangmen as to executors: Who's in the bowling Alley mine Host? Honest traders, thrifty lads, they are rubbing on't; Towardly Boyes, every one strives to lye nearest the Mistris. Give's a bayle of Dice. Here my brave Wags. We feare no Counters now mine Host, so Long as we have your bayle so ready. Come, trip. Vp with's heeles. Downe with them. Now the dice are mine; set me now a faire Boord; a saire passage sweet bones. Boreas. How now my fine Trundletayles; My wodden Cosmographers: My bowling Alley in an uprore? Is Orlando up in armes? I must be stickler; I am Constable, Iustice, and Beadle in mine Owne house, I accuse, sentence, and punish: Have amongst you; looke to my box Boyes; He that breakes the peace, I breake his pate For recompence; looke to my box, I say. A pox o'your box, I shall ne'r be so happy to Reward it better; set me faire; aloft now. Out. What wast? Two Trayes, and an Ace. Seven still, pox on't; that number of the Deadly sinnes haunts me damnably; Come Sir, throw. Prethee invoke not so, all sinkes too fast already. It will be found againe in mine hosts box. In still, two theeves and choose thy fellow. Take the Miller. Have at them i'faith. For a thiefe Ile warrant you, who'l you have next. Two Quaters and a Tray. I hope we shall have good cheere, when two aters, and a Tray goe toth' market. So all's whist; they play upon the still pipes now, The Bull-beggar comes when I shew my head, Silence is a vertue, and I have made'm vertuous, Let'm play still till they be penny lesse; pawne Till they be naked, so they be quiet, welcome, And welcome. How now, how now, my roaring Tamberlaine, take Heede the Soldan comes; And 'twere not for proffit, Who would live amongst such Beares? why Vrsa Major I say, what in Capite Draconis? is there No hope to reclayme you, shall I never live in quiet For you? Good mine Host still'm: civill Gamesters cannot play for'm. I come amongst you, you maledictious slaves; I'l Vtter you all; some I'l take ready money for, and lay Vp the rest in the stocks: looke to my box, I say.