R., W. · published 1633 · first performed or written 1622 [1621-1623] (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) (?) unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Precious Doil. Sir, I shall call it a courtesy if you shall please to vouchsafe to pledge me. What is't brother four or six? four or six, 'tis rich Canary, it came from beyond the Seas. I will do no courtesy at this time Sir, yet for one cup I care not, because it comes from beyond the Seas. I think 'tis Outlandish wine. Look how it glides. Now truly the Gentleman drinks as like one Master Widgen a kinsman of mine. Pox on ye hilding. I ha' heard of that widgeon, I ha' been taken for him, and now I think on't, A cup of this is better than our four shilling Beer at home. You must drink another Sir, you drunk to nobody. Is it the law, that if a man drinks to nobody, he must drink again. ay, ay, I. Fill his glass. Why, then I will drink to nobody once more, because I will drink again. Did I not tell ye. More wine there Drawer. This Pageant's worth the seeing by this hand. methinks this glass was better than the tother Gentlemen. Oh Sir, the deeper the sweeter ever. Do ye think so? Ever that when ye drink to nobody. Why then I pray give me other cup that I may drink to somebody. I have not drunk yet sir. Again ye Witch? drink to the young Gentlewoman. Mistress Lindabrides. Thanks most ingenious sir. she's a little shame faced, the deeper the sweeter forsooth. Pox on ye for a Coxcomb. I'th' next room I have seen and heard all.— Oh noble Soldiers. Here Boys, give us some more wine. There's hundred Marks Gallants. 'Tis your own. And do but let me bear on Office amongst ye. I know as great a matter has been done for as small a sum. Pray let me follow the fashion. Well, for once take up the money, Give me a cup of Sack. And give me your hand sir, and because our Flemish Corporal was lately choked at Delft with a Flap-dragon. Bear you his name and place, and be henceforth called Corporal Codshead. Let the health go round. Round. And this go not round. Some wine there Tapster. Is there ne'er a Tapster i'th' house? My worthy friend, thou art Master of thy word, Gentlemen 'tis Ancient Young, y'are Soldiers, come come, save cap, compliment in cup. Prithee sit down. Are you a Captain sir? Yes. And you a Lieutenant. Yes. I pray where served you last? Why, at the battle of Prague. Under what Colonel. In what Regiment? Why, let me see: but come in company: let's sit sir. True Soldiers scorn unnecessary discourse, especially in Taverns. 'tis true, true Soldiers do: but you are Tavern-rats. How? Prithee. Foul food that lies all day undigested, Upon the queasy stomach of some Tavern, And are spewed out at midnight. Corporal Codsheads health sir. In thy face fool. This is a cruel Ancient.
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Precious Doil. Sir, I shall call it efie if you shall to vouchsae to pledge me. What is't brother foure or sixe? oure or sixe, 'tis rich Canary, it came from beyond the Sea. I wi doe no curtesie at this time Sir, yet for one cup I care not, because it comes from byond the Seas. I thinke 'tis Out-landish win. Looke how it glides. Now truly the Gentleman drinkes as like one Master Widgen a kinsman of mine. Pox on yee heiding. I ha' heard of that Widgin, I ha' beene taken for him, and now I thinke on't, A cup of this is better then our foure shilling Beere at home. You must drink another Sir, you drunk to no body. Is it the law, that if a man drinks to no body, hee must drinke againe. I, I, I. Fill his glasse. Why, then I will drinke to no body once more, because I will drinke againe. Did I not tell yee. More wine there Drawer. This Pageant's worth the seeing by this hand. Mee thinks this glasse was better then the to'ther Gentlemen. Oh Sir, the deeper the sweeter euer. Doe yee thinke so? Euer that when yee drinke to no body. Why then I pray giue me tother cup that I may drinke to some body. I haue not drunke yet sir. Againe ye Witch? drinke to the young Gentlewomn. Mistris Lindabrides. Thanks most ingenious sir. Shee's a little shame fac'd, the deeper the sweeter forooth. Pox on ye for a Coxcombe. I'th next roome I haue seene and heard all.—Oh noble ouldiers. Here Boyes, giue vs some more wine. There's hundred Markes Gallants. 'Tis your owne. And doe but let mee beare on Office amongst yee. I know as great a matter has beene done for as small a summe. Pray let mee follow the fashion. Well, for once take vp the money, Giue mee a cup of Sacke. And giue me your hand sir, and because our Flemish Corporall was lately choakt at Delph with a Flapdragon. Beare you his name and place, and be henceforth call'd Corporall Codshead. Let the health goe round. Round. And this goe not round. Some wine there Tapster. Is there ne're a Tapster i'th house? My worthy friend, thou art Master of thy word, Gentlemen 'tis Auntient Young, y'are Souldiers, come come, saue cap, complement in cup. Prithee sit downe. Are you a Captaine sir? Yes. And you a Lieutenant. Yes. I pray where serued you last? Why, at the battell of Prague. Vnder what Colonell. In what Regiment? Why, lt me see: but come in company: let's sit sir. True Souldiers scorne vnnecessary discourse, especially in Tauernes. Tis true, true Souldiers do: but you are Tauern-rats. How? Prithee. Foule food that lyes all day vndisgested, Vpon the queasie stomack of some Tauerne, And are pewed out at midnight. Corporall Codsheads health sir. In thy face foole. This is a cruell Antient.