Hans Beer-Pot (See Me and See Me Not) · chunk 18 of 26
Belchier, Dabridgcourt · published 1618 · first performed or written 1618 (Annals) comedy unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 520 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Wondrous well, But not to take it; It doth purge mine head, And makes me sneeze, as though I took't myself. It's well done Sergeant, you have held him up With good discourse: All times not lost, I see, Nor yet ill spent: place makes not men or good Or bad, its lewdness, ill condition, As vice or virtue doth in men abound; Virtue from Heaven, Vice it comes from Hell, And drags men's souls where monstrous Furies dwell. Please you sir, I will drink one hearty draft Unto your worship's welcome to the town; In generous Claret, sparkling; this for me, The only drink. drink't out.— I thank you kindly. To drink one hearty draft, will do me good. Yea twenty, if you will, here's Wine enough. The town is full, good liquor ways it round, The Moat thou meanest; thou speakst in Metaphors: You have been busy, I perceive the cup Works his revenge, for jowling it so oft. A little sir, one civil cup or two. That civil cup breeds incivility. When wine sometimes makes men be not themselves How dost thou Pasquill, I am glad thou art well? I thank you sir, I want but Holidays. What dost thou work so hard? pay-days I mean, To make one meet another, and shake hands, On even terms, is all that I care for. 'tis well thou leadest a merry life. Thank God. My Mistress, and you sir: you are my friends You make me drink, when others will not do't. What news mine host, I like your humour well 'tis merry harmless, free without offence: But where's my man, was not he here today. He was indeed, but went before you came About his business. Since you might have said; I saw him when he slinked behind mine host God's blessing on your heart, whate'er you think You find no fault. What news sir? did you ask? Here is small news: our Churchmen disagree About opinions, which near troubles me: I am a man, I hope, believes the right, There's but one God, one true religion; One way to heaven, two or three to hell, If they teach right, according to God's word. I will believe them, otherwise i'll choose. Why that's well said, indeed those deep disputes Are fitter for the Universities To be discussed within the College walls Amongst the learned, not to come abroad In open Pulpits 'mongst the meaner sort, Whose faith is weak, whose judgement cannot reach Unto the depth of things: the Magistrate, Whose sword I dare not touch, should look to this: 'twill breed combustions, hazard many souls; Besides this place befits not this discourse; Therefore i'll break it off, Come let's away; I'll to my wife, I left her at your house: Son Garland, there I mean to dine; Tomorrow I invite you to my house To eat some venison, here 'tis novelty; It came from England, baked in Rye paste, Look that you come, mine host this reckonings mine: Let not my son score high: for if you do 'tis lost for me, I'll not pay one penny.
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Wondrous well, But not to take it; It doth purge mine head, And makes me ſneeze, as though I tookt my ſelfe. Its well done Serieant, you haue helde him vp With good diſcourſe: All times not loſt, I ſee, Nor yet ill ſpent: place makes not men or good Or bad, its lewdneſſe, ill condition, As vice or vertue doth in men abound; Vertue from Heauen, Vice it comes from Hell, And dragges mens ſoules where monſtrous Furies dwell. Pleaſe you ſir, I will drinke one hearty draught Vnto your Worſhips welcome to the towne; In generous Claret, ſparkling; this for me, The onely drinke. Drinkt out. — I thanke you kindly. To drinke one hearty draught, will doe me good. Yea twenty, if you will, heeres Wine enough. The towne is full, good lyquor wais it round, The Moate thou meaneſt; thou ſpeakſt in Metaphors: You haue been buſie, I perceyue the cuppe Workes his reuenge, for ioaling it ſo oft. A little ſir, one ciuill cuppe or two. That ciuill cup breedes inciuility. When wine ſomtimes makes men be not themſelus How doſt thou Paſquill, I am glad thou art well? I thanke you ſir, I want but Holydayes. What doſt thou worke ſo hard? Pay-dayes I meane, To make one meet another, and ſhake hands, On euen termes, is all that I care for. Tis well thou leadeſt a merry life. Thanke God. My Miſtreſſe, and you ſir: you are my friends You make me drinke, when others will not doot. What news mine hoſt, I like your humor wel Tis merry harmeles, free without offence: But wheres my man, was not he here to day. He was indeed, but went before you came About his buſineſſe. Since you might haue ſayd; I ſaw him when he ſlinkte behind mine hoaſt Gods bleſſing on your hart, what ere you thinke You find no fault. What newes ſir? did you aske? Here is ſmall newes: our Church-men diſagree About opinions, which nere troubles me: I am a man, I hope, beleeues the right, Theres but one God, one true religion; One way to heauen, two or three to hell, If they teach right, according to Gods word. I will beleeue them, otherwiſe ile chuſe. Why thats wel ſaid, indeed thoſe deep diſputes Are fitter for the Vniuerſities To be diſcuſt within the Colledge walles Amongſt the learned, not to come abroad In open Pulpits mongſt the meaner ſort, Whoſe faith is weak, whoſe iudgment cannot reach Vnto the depth of things: the Magiſtrate, Whoſe ſword I dare not touch, ſhould looke to this: T'will breed combuſtions, hazard many ſoules; Beſides this place befits not this diſcourſe; Therefore ile breake it off, Come lets away; Ile to my wife, I left her at your houſe: Sonne Garland, there I meane to dine; To morrow I enuite you to my houſe To eate ſome veniſon, here tis nouelty; It came from England, baked in Rye paſte, Look that you come, mine hoſt this recknings mine: Let not my ſonne ſcore high: for if you doe Tis loſt for me, Ile not pay one penny.