Wine, Beer, and Ale Together by the Ears (Wine, Beer, Ale, and Tobacco Contending for Superiority) · chunk 1 of 12
Anonymous · published 1630 · first performed or written 1625 [1624-1626(?)] (Annals) dialogue unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 486 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Nutmeg? Sugar? well met, how chance you wait not upon your Master, where's Wine now? Oh sometimes without Sugar, all the while he's well if I be in his company, 'tis but for fashion sake, I wait upon him into a room now and then, but am not regarded: marry when he is ill, he makes much of me, who but Sugar? but to my remembrance I have not been in his presence this fortnight, I hope shortly he will not know me, though he meet me in his drink. Thou hast a sweet life in the mean time Sugar. But thou art tied to more attendance Nutmeg upon your Master Beer. Faith no, I am free now and then, though I be his Prentice still, Nutmeg hath more friends to trust to then Beer: I can be welcome to wine thy master sometimes, and to the honest Country man Ale too. But now I talk of Ale, when didst see his man prithee? Who, tossed? The same. I meet him at Tavern every day. When shall thou, and he, and I, meet and be merry over a Cup? I'll tell thee Nutmeg, I do not care much for his company, he's such a choleric piece, I know not what he's made of, but his quarrelling comes home to him, for he's every day cut for it, I marvel how he scapes, this morning he had a knife thrust into him. Indeed he will be very hot sometimes. Hot? ay, till he look black i'th' face again, beside, if he take an opinion there's no turning him, he'll be burnt first. I did but by chance let fall some words against Ale, and he had like to have beaten me to powder for it. How; beaten Sugar? that would be very fine i'faith; but he being bread, and thou a loaf, you should not differ so. Stand, look where he is. Then I'll be gone, for we shall quarrel. Come, fear not, I'll part you, but he's drunk, ready to fall; whence comes he dropping in now? How now tossed? Nutmeg? round and sound and all of a colour, art thou there? here's all that's left of me. Nutmeg, I love thee Nutmeg. What's that a Ghost? No, 'tis your old acquaintance Sugar. Sugar: I'll beat him to pieces. Hold, hold. Nutmeg. Cannot tossed stand without holding? Where have you been tossed? I'll tell thee, I have been with my M. Ale. Sirrah, I was very dry, and he has made me drunk: do I not crumble? I shall fall a pieces; but I'll beat Sugar for all that: I do not weigh him, he is a poor Rogue, I have known him sold for two pence, when he was young, wrapped in swaddling clouts of Paper. I know his breeding, a Drawer brought him up, and now he's grown so lumpish. Y'are a rude tossed.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T21 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
NVtmegge? Sugar? well met, how chance you waite not vpon your Maister, where's Wine now? Oh sometimes without Sugar, all the while he's well if I bee in his company, tis but for fashion sake, I waite vpon him into a roome now and then, but am not regarded: marrie when hee is ill, hee makes much of mee, who but Sugar? but to my remembrance I haue not beene in his presence this fortnight, I hope shortly hee will not know me, though he meete me in his drinke. Thou hast a sweete life in the meane time Sugar. But thou art tied to more attendance Nutmegge vpon your Maister Beere. Faith no, I am free now and then, though I bee his Prentice still, Nutmegge hath more friends to trust to then Beere: I can be welcome to wine thy master sometimes, and to the honest Countrey man Ale too. But now I talke of Ale, when didst see his man prethee? Who, Tost? The same. I meete him at Tauerne euery day. When shall thou, and he, and I, meete and be merry ouer a Cuppe? Ile tell thee Nutmegge, I doe not care much for his company, he's such a chollericke peece, I know not what he's made of, but his quarrelling comes home to him, for hee's euery day cut for it, I maruell how he scapes, this morning he had a knife thrust into him. Indeed he will be very hot sometimes. Hot? I, till he looke blacke ith'face agen, besides, if he take an opinion ther's no turning him, hee'l be burnt first. I did but by chance let fall some words against Ale, and hee had like to haue beaten me to powder for it. How; beaten Sugar? that would be very fine ifaith; but hee being bread, and thou a loafe, you should not differ so. Stand, looke where he is. Then Ile be gone, for we shall quarrell. Come, feare not, Ile part you, but hee's drunke, ready to fall; whence comes he dropping in now? How now Tost? Nutmeg? round and sound and all of a colour, art thou there? Heere's all that's left of me. Nutmeg, I loue thee Nutmeg. What's that a Ghost? No▪ tis your old acquaintance Sugar. Sugar: Ile beat him to peeces. Hold, hold. Nutmegge. Cannot Tost stand without holding? Where haue you beene Tost? Ile tell thee, I haue bin with my M. Ale. Sirra, I was very drie, and he has made me drunke: doe I not crumble? I shall fall a pieces; but Ile beate Suger for all that: I doe not weigh him, hee is a poore Rogue, I haue knowne him solde for two pence, when hee was young, wrapt in swadling clouts of Paper. I know his breeding, a Drawer brought him vp, and now hee's growne so lumpish. Y'are a rude Tost.