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Hans Beer-Pot (See Me and See Me Not) · chunk 21 of 26

Belchier, Dabridgcourt · published 1618 · first performed or written 1618 (Annals)
comedy
unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 484 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.

There's Hans his man, that rascal Beer-pot, He will be doing, though he gets the worst; And when his head flies light, why then he runs To look to his horse, and there he falls asleep o'er th'ears in litter; but I'll watch him now. I'll keep him from the Stable; then I am sure To nog him soundly; I'll corroborate My Beare-pot bravely; I'll buffticulate, And counter-jeer him with my terms of Art; rib-roast his downs, fling up my Gallants heels; Make him take heed hereafter: be he wise To deal with Soldiers in a drinking prize. But time hastes on, and I must hence with speed; What's left with me in trust, I'll do't indeed. Burston dantmarden, calaminthay pindara toekson, Marnuta maltalton, tintima marra tolon. I brought with me great store of Barbarie gold; But all is gone, my 'parel quite worn out; And in this fashion am ashamed to go, For fear my father would not look on me; But if good fortune furnish me again. With your free wills I'll run from hence to Spain. Here may you see how fortune turns her wheel: I that before did many men command; Am now constrained to serve my Master's man; For Fortune I care not, that fickle Whore; I will be merry still, though near so poor. I thank you both, for you have made me fine; These gloves and garters they were quickly won: Each day so set on work, I should be rich. Blessed be my grandam brought me up at School Where I learned wit, more than you thought I had. He hath drilled us both, & mocks us to our teeth What shall we do with him? we'll' canvas him. I am too big. we'll fling him in the graff, 'twill cool him sweetly; oh 'twill do him good. Were I an Anabaptist, you might do't, And witness for me that I were baptized; But that I had i'th' town where I was borne, Ere eight days old, I do remember't yet. O monstrous, fie, thy mouth is foully torn, Art not ashamed? As well I swear, As the first smock that ere my Father wear. Let him alone & he'll maintain't with oaths. See, see how you are deceived, you thought I lied, There's no such matter, altered is the case, As surely as I live, and walking in this place. Rhyming again, I'll deal no more with you; I had enough of late, I paid too dear For your conceits, I'll have no more of them. As often as you will, you know the price; And for my skill I pass not, am not nice. Well to him Sergeant, now i'll take thy part 'gainst him, as he did thine before 'gainst me; I'll be revenged for his discourtesy. I marvel much where's Master Flutterkin? He stays so long I think he hath forgot himself.
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PlayHans Beer-Pot (See Me and See Me Not)
AuthorBelchier, Dabridgcourt
Publication year (edition)1618
First performance / composition (Annals)1618
First performance (BritDrama)1617 [Nov]
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeCloset/Unacted;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 796 · TCP A07637 · DEEP 655
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1289–1347 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 26 in this edition
Length484 words · 673 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T6 — Money, debt and credit at 0.756
Other seedsseed 43: T9 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
There's Hans his man, that raſcall Beere-pot, He will be doing, though he gets the worſt; And when his head flyes light, why then hee runnes To looke to his horſe, and there he fals a ſleepe Ore th'eares in litter; but Ile watch him now. Ile keepe him from the Stable; then I am ſure To nogge him ſoundly; Ile eorroborate My Peare-pot brauely; Ile buffticulate, And counter-ieere him with my termes of Arte; Ribroſt his downes, fling vp my Gallants heeles; Make him take heed hereafter: be he wiſe To deale with Souldiers in a drinking prize. But time haſtes on, and I muſt hence with ſpeed; What's left with me in truſt, Ile doo't indeed. Burſton dantmarden, calaminthay pindara toekſon, Marnuta maltalton, tintima marra tolon. I brought with me great ſtore of Barbarie golde; But all is gone, my parrell quite worne out; And in this faſhion am aſhamde to goe, For feare my father would not looke on me; But if good fortune furniſh me againe. With your free wils Ile run from hence to Spaine. Here may you ſee how fortune turns her wheele: I that before did many men commaund; Am now conſtrainde to ſerue my Maſters man; For Fortune I care not, that fickle Whore; I will be merry ſtill, though neere ſo poore. I thank you both, for you haue made me fine; Theſe gloues and gartars they were quickly won: Each day ſo ſet on worke, I ſhould be rich. Bleſt be my Grandame brought me vp at Schoole Where I learn't wit, more then you thought I had. He hath drild vs both, & mocks vs to our teeth What ſhall we do with him? weel' canuaſe him. I am too bigge. VVee'l fling him in the graffe, T'wil coole him ſweetly; oh t'will doe him good. Were I an Anabaptiſt, you might doo't, And witnes for me that I were baptizde; But that I had i'th town where I was borne, Ere eight dayes olde, I doe remember't yet. O monſtrous, fie, thy mouth is fouly torne, Art not aſham'd? As well I ſweare, As the firſt ſmocke that ere my Father vveare. Let him alone & hee'l maintain't vvith oths. See, ſee how you are deceiu'd, you thought I lyde, There's no ſuch matter, altered is the caſe, As ſurely as I liue, and walking in this place. Riming againe, Ile deale no more with you; I had enough of late, I payde too deare For your conceites, Ile haue no more of them. As often as you will, you know the price; And for my skill I paſſe not, am not nice. Well to him Serieant, now ile take thy part Gainſt him, as he did thine before gainſt me; Ile be reuengde for his diſcourteſie. I maruell much where's Maſter Flutterkin? He ſtayes ſo long I thinke he hath forgot himſelfe.