Wine, Beer, and Ale Together by the Ears (Wine, Beer, Ale, and Tobacco Contending for Superiority) · chunk 9 of 10
Anonymous · published 1629 · first performed or written 1625 [1624-1626(?)] (Annals) dialogue unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 442 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
You Ale I remit to the Country, as more fit to live where you were bred: your credit shall not be inferior, for people of all sorts shall desire your acquaintance, specially in the morning, though you may be allowed all the day after: the Parson shall account you one of his best Parishioners, & the Churchwardens shall pay for your company, and drawing their Bills all the year long, you shall be loved and maintained at the Parish charge till you be old, be allowed a Robin-hood, or Mother Redcap, to hang at your door, to beckon in Customers: and if you come into the City, you may be drunk with pleasure, but never come into the fashion. At all times you shall have respect, but i'th' Winter Mornings without comparison. How do you like my censure now? Water has a deep judgement. And yet the world says sometimes Water is shallow: nay, I'll see you shake hands, and tie a new knot of friendship. We are henceforth brothers. Stay, who's here? I tell thee, Sugar, I am now friends with thee. But if it be as you say— What's the matter? Let's observe him a little, Tost is angry. What need you be so hot, Tost? Hot? 'tis no matter, Sugar: you will justify that Wine and Beer offered this wrong unto Ale. I know not whose pride began; but I was sorry to see Wine, Beer, and Ale at such odds. Odds quotha? I do mean to be even with some body. An even Tost shows well. They shall find that Ale has those about him that are not altogether dow. Thou hast been baked, I'll swear. And new come out of the Oven too, I think: for he is very fiery. Ale must not be put down so long as Tost has a crumb of life left. Beer too? What do you mean to do with your knife, Tost? that will scarce cut Beer and 'twere buttered. Come not near me, Nutmeg, lest I grate you, and slice you. Nutmeg, do you mark? Let's in, and make 'em friends. How now Tost? 'tis all one for that: Oh, are you there? pray tell me which of 'em is't? Is what? Why they are friends: what did you mean, Sugar, to make Tossed burn thus? No such matter. You will not tell me then. Hark you Beer, March-beer, this way a little. What dost mean to do with thy knife. I must stir you a little Beer: what colour had you to quarrel with my Master. Ale. We are sworn brothers. We were at difference, and Wine too: but—
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Yow Ale I remit to the Countrie, as more fit to liue where you were bred: your credit ſhall not be inferiour, for people of all ſorts ſhall deſire your acquaintance, ſpecially in the morning, though you may be allowed all the day after: the Parſon ſhall account you one of his beſt Pariſhioners, & the Churchwardens ſhall pay for your companie, and drawing their Bills all the yeere long, you ſhall bee loued and maintained at the Pariſh charge till you bee olde, bee allowed a Robin-hood, or Mother Red-cap, to hang at your doore, to beckon in Cuſtomers: and if you come into the Citie, you may bee drunke with pleaſure, but neuer come into the faſhion. At all times you ſhall haue reſpect, but ith Winter Mornings without compariſon. How doe you like my cenſure now? Water has a deepe iudgement. And yet the world ſayes ſometimes Water is ſhallow: nay, Ile ſee you ſhake hands, and tie a new knot of friendſhip. We are henceforth brothers. Stay, who's heere? I tell thee, Sugar, I am now friends with thee. But if it bee as you ſay— What's the matter? Let's obſerue him a little, Toſt is angry. What need you be ſo hote, Toſt? Hote? tis no matter, Sugar: you will iuſtifie that Wine and Beere offered this wrong vnto Ale. I know not whoſe pride began; but I was ſorry to ſee Wine, Beere, and Ale at ſuch odds. Ods quotha? I do meane to be euen with ſome body. An euen Toſt ſhewes well. They ſhall find that Ale has thoſe about him that are not altogether dowe. Thou haſt been baked, Ile ſweare. And new come out of the Ouen too, I thinke: for he is very fierie. Ale muſt not bee put downe ſo long as Toſt has a crum of life left. Beere too? What doe you meane to doe with your knife, Toſt? that will ſcarce cut Beere and 'twere buttered. Come not neere me, Nutmeg, leſt I grate you, and ſliſe you. Nutmeg, doe you marke? Let's in, and make 'em friends. How now Toſt? Tis all one for that: Oh, are you there? pray tell me which of 'em iſt? Is what? Why they are friends: what did you meane, Sugar, to make Toſt burne thus? No ſuch matter. You will not tell mee then. Harke you Beere, March-Beere, this way a little. What doſt meane to doe with thy knife. I muſt ſtirre you a little Beere: what colour had you to quarrell with my Maſter. Ale. VVe are ſworne brothers. We were at difference, and Wine too: but—