Marmion, Shackerley · published 1632 · first performed or written 1631 [Dec] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
That is an evident token of your worship's wisdom. And none of them have any place or being, Without my sufferance. Sir, you are of power to disperse us like atoms. Therefore I expect the reverence is due unto my place. And reason good. Well, for thy honest care, I mean to substitute thee under me In all inferior matters, for I mean To take my ease, and pamper up my Genius, As well as he, only for entertainments, Or any thing belongs unto the Kitchen; Let me alone, Yes Sir, your providence Has showed itself sufficiently that way. I'll take the air in his Coach, eat of the best, And for my private drinking, I will have My choice of Wines, filled out of vessels, whose age Has worn their country's name out, and their own, Like some unthankful Hospital, or College, That has forgot their Founder. To what purpose, I wonder, should Nature create this fellow? He is good for nothing else, but to maintain The mutiny of the Paunch, against the members. Keep him from his Whore, and his Sack, and you Detain him from his centre. By the way, I will acquaint thee with a secret Ieffry. What's that, Sir? I do love a pretty Wench well. 'tis the only gentile humour that is extant. I will not leave my recreation that way For a whole Empire, 'tis my summum bonum, My sole felicity, tickles my conceit, But not a word. Not I by any means, Sir? And for this cause, I mean t'apply myself Wholly to my Venery. I feel this heat Renews my blood, and makes me younger for it. And thou shalt keep one for me at thy house. Where, at my house? ay, there, a heavy burden Of fleshly desires, daily grows upon me; And ease works on my nature, once a week, When I am ballasted with wine, and lust, I'll sail to my Canaries. And unlade there. Wilt keep her form, & let none come near her. I have had such favour at your worship's hands, That should good fortune come in humane shape To tempt your Mistress, I'd not let her in. I'll procure thee the Lease of thy house free, And when I have done, I'll see it shan't stand empty: Hast thou any good rooms for Stowage there? Spare rooms enough, Sir, why do you ask? Because I will convey away some Household stuff. That's not amiss. No Sir. 'tis quite against my nature to see any vacuum. Besides, 'tis not an age to be honest in. That's the high way to poverty. I mean to make the benefit of my place therefore. And when I have done, I'd fain see all your Artists, Your Politicians with their Instruments And Plummets of wit, sound the depth of me. It lies not in the reach of man to fathom it.
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That is an euident token of your worſhips wiſdome. And none of them have any place or being, Without my ſuffrance. Sir, you are of power to diſperſe us like attomes. Therefore I expect the reuerence is due unto my place. And reaſon good. Well, for thy honeſt care, I meane to ſubſtitute thee under mee In all inferiour matters, for I meane To take my eaſe, and pamper up my Genius, As well as he, onely for entertainments, Or any thing belongs unto the Kitchin; Let me alone, Yes Sir, your providence Has ſhew'd it ſelfe ſufficiently that way. I'll take the ayre in his Coach, eat of the beſt, And for my priuate drinking, I will haue My choyce of Wines, fild out of veſſels, whoſe age Has worne their Countries name out, and their owne, Like ſome unthankfull Hoſpitall, or Colledge, That has forgot their Founder. To what purpoſe, I wonder, ſhould Nature create this fellow? He is good for nothing elſe, but to maintaine The mutinie of the Paunch, againſt the members. Keepe him from his Whore, and his Sacke, and you Detaine him from his center. By the way, I will acquaint thee with a ſecret Ieffry. What's that, Sir? I doe love a pretty Wench well. Tis the onely gentile humor that is extant. I will not leave my recreation that way For a whole Empire, 'tis my ſummum bonum, My ſole felicity, tickles my conceit, But not a word. Not I by any meanes, Sir? And for this cauſe, I meane t'apply my ſelfe Wholly to my Venery. I feele this heat Renewes my bloud, and makes me younger for it. And thou ſhalt keepe one for me at thy houſe. Where, at my houſe? I, there, a heauy burthen Of fleſhly deſires, daily growes upon me; And eaſe workes on my nature, once a weeke, When I am ballaſted with wine, and luſt, I'll ſaile to my Canaries. And unlade there. Wilt keep her forme, & let none come neere her. I haue had ſuch favour at your worſhips hands, That ſhould good fortune come in humane ſhape To tempt your Miſtris, I'de not let her in. I'll procure thee the Leaſe of thy houſe free, And when I haue done, I'll ſee it ſhan't ſtand empty: Haſt thou any good roomes for Stowage there? Spare roomes enough, Sir, why doe you aske? Becauſe I will convay away ſome Houſhold ſtuffe. That's not amiſſe. No Sir. Tis quite againſt my nature to ſee any vacuum. Beſides, 'tis not an age to be honeſt in. That's the high way to pouerty. I meane to make the benefit of my place therefore. And when I haue done, I'de faine ſee all your Artiſts, Your Polititians with their Inſtruments And Plummets of wit, ſound the depth of mee. It lyes not in the reach of man to fathome it.