Wine, Beer, and Ale Together by the Ears (Wine, Beer, Ale, and Tobacco Contending for Superiority) · chunk 2 of 12
Anonymous · published 1630 · first performed or written 1625 [1624-1626(?)] (Annals) dialogue unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 510 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Rude? Let me but crush him: Rude? Sirrah, 'tis well known you come from Barbary yourself, and because of some few Pounds in a Chest, you think to domineer over tossed: y'are a little handsome, I confess, & Wenches lick their lips after you; but for all that, would I might sink to the bottom, if I do not—: I will give Sugar but one box. Come, come. you shall not. Prithee Nutmeg, take out tossed a little, tomorrow we'll meet and be drunk together. So, so, I am glad he's gone: I do not love this toasts company, yet some occasion or other, puts me still upon him. Ha, who's this? 'tis Wine my Master. Sugar, you are a sweet youth, you wait well. A friend of mine called me forth, to cure a cut finger. You'll turn Surgeon or Physician shortly. But your diseases need none: for inflammations, which are dangerous to others, makes you more acceptable, nor do you blush to have it reported sir, how often you have been burnt. So sir, now you put me in mind on't, I hear say you run a wenching, and keep women's company too much. Alas sir, like will to like, Sugar being of his own nature sweet, has reason to make much of women, which are the sweetest creatures. But some of them are sour enough. ay sir, widows at fifteen, and Maids at twenty five; but I keep them company, for no other thing, than to convert them, some of them could e'en eat me, but for fear of spoiling their teeth. Indeed one of your sweet hearts complained tother day you made her teeth rotten. Alas sir, 'twas none of my fault, she bit me first, and I could do no less, than punish her sweet tooth. Well sirrah, I say, take heed of women. Nay sir, if I may credit my own experience they are the best friends I have, for I am always in their mouths. If I come to a banquet, as none are made without me, in what fashion soever I appear, every woman bestows a handkercher upon me, and strive to carry me away in their cleanest linen: nay, but for shame, to betray their affections to me, they would bring whole sheets for me to lie in. Why sure thou wert wrapped in thy mother's smock. I think if the Midwife were put to her oath, I was wrapped in hers, oath Christing day. But see sir, here's Master Beer. How, Beer? we are not very good friends, no matter, I scorn to avoid him. Beer-leave sir. So methinks? how now Beer, running a-tilt, dost not know me? I do mean to have the wall on you. The wall of me, you would have your head and the wall knocked together, learn better manners, or I may chance to broach you. Broach me, alas poor Wine, 'tis not your Fieri facias can make Beer afraid, thy betters know the strength of Beer. I do not fear your high colour sir.
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Rude? Let me but crush him: Rude? Sirra, tis well known you come from Barbary your selfe, and because of some few Pounds in a Chest, you thinke to domineere ouer Tost: y'are a little handsome, I confesse, & Wenches licke their lips after you; but for all that, would I might sinke to the bottome, if I doe not—: I will giue Sugar but one box. Come, come. you shall not. Prethee Nutmeg, take out Tost a little, to morrow weele meet and be drunke together. So, so, I am glad hee's gone: I doe not loue this Tosts company, yet some occasion or other, puts me still vpon him. Ha, who's this? Tis Wine my Master. Sugar, you are a sweet youth, you wayt well. A friend of mine call'd me forth, to cure a cut finger. Youle turne Surgeon or Physician shortly. But your diseases need none: for inflamations, which are dangerous to others, makes you more acceptable, nor doe you blush to haue it reported sir, how often you haue beene burnt. So sir, now you put me in minde on't, I heare say you runne a wenching, and keepe womens company too much. Alas sir, like will to like, Sugar being of his owne nature sweete, has reason to make much of women, which are the sweetest creatures. But some of them are sower enough. I sir, Widdowes at fifteene, and Maides at twentie fiue; but I keepe them company, for no other thing, then to conuert them, some of them could eu'n eate me, but for feare of spoiling their teeth. Indeed one of your sweet hearts complained t'other day you made her teeth rotten. Alas sir, twas none of my fault, she bit me first, and I could doe no lesse, then punish her sweet tooth. Well sirra, I say, take heed of women. Nay sir, if I may credit my owne experience they are the best friends I haue, for I am alwaies in their mouthes. If I come to a banquet, as none are made without mee, in what fashion soeuer I appeare, euery woman bestowes a handkercher vpon me, and striue to carry me away in their cleanest linnen: nay, but for shame, to betray their affections to mee, they would bring whole sheets for me to lie in▪ Why sure thou wert wrapt in thy mothers smocke. I thinke if the Midwife were put to her oath, I was wrapt in hers, oth Christing day. But see sir, here's Master Beere. How, Beere? we are not very good friends, no matter, I scorne to auoid him. Beere-leaue sir. So me thinkes? how now Beere, running atilt, dost not know me? I doe meane to haue the wall on you. The wall of me, you would haue your head and the wall knockt together, learne better manners, or I may chance to broach you. Broach me, alas poore Wine, tis not your Fieri facias can make Beere afraid, thy betters know the strength of Beere. I doe not feare your high colour sir.