Wine, Beer, and Ale Together by the Ears (Wine, Beer, Ale, and Tobacco Contending for Superiority) · chunk 9 of 12
Anonymous · published 1630 · first performed or written 1625 [1624-1626(?)] (Annals) dialogue unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 519 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.
What do you mean to do with your knife, tossed? 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 tossed? '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 thou 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— Wine too But, but me no butts, I care not a straw for his butts; d'ee hear sir, do you long to be graves's Wine? We are all friends. ay, ay, all friends on my word, tossed. Fire and water are not to be trusted, away new River, away, I wash my hands on thee. Come hither again, tossed. Over head and ears in Ale. How comes this about, Sugar? The truth is, sir, I told him of some difference between you, for he and I had been fallen out, and I had no other security to put in for myself, than to put him upon somebody else. Nutmeg durst scarce speak to him, he was ready to put me in his pocket. I am cool again: I may believe you are friends; then I am content to put up. Sugar and Nutmeg, come, we be three. Let's be all one rather: and from henceforth since they are so well accorded, let's make no difference of our Masters, but belong to 'em in common: for my part, though I wait upon Wine, it shall not exempt my attendance on Beer, or Ale, if they please to command Sugar. A match. I am for any thing but Water. And I. But my service shall be ready for him to, Water and Sugar I hope, may be drunk together now and then, and not be brought within compass of the Statute, to be put i'th' stocks for't, Godamercy Sugar with all my heart, I shall love thy company, far I am solitary, and thou wilt make me pleasant. Stay. Hark Music? Oh some friends of mine, I know 'em, they often come upon the water: let's entertain the air a little, never a voice among you? I Iouiall Wine exhilarate the heart. March Beere is drinke for a King. But Ale, bonny Ale, with Spice and Tost, In the Morning's a daintie thing. Then let vs be merry, wash sorrow away, Wine, Beere, and Ale, shall be drunke to day. I generous Wine, am for the Court. The Citie calls for Beere. But Ale, bonny Ale, like a Lord of the Soyle, In the Countrey shall domineere. Then let vs be merry, wash sorrow away, Wine, Beere and Ale shall be drunke to day. Why, now could I dance for joy.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
What doe you meane to doe with your knife, Tost? that will scarce cut Beere and 'twere buttered. Come not neere me, Nutmeg, least 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 me then. Harke you Beere, March-Beere, this way a little. What dost thou 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— Wine too But, but me no buts, I care not a strawe for his buts; dee here sir, doe you long to be Graues Wine? We are all friends. I, I, all friends on my word, Tost. Fire and water are not to bee trusted, away new Riuer, away, I wash my hands on thee. Come hither againe, Tost. Ouer head and eares in Ale. How comes this about, Sugar? The truth is, sir, I told him of some difference betweene you, for he and I had been fallen out, and I had no other securitie to put in for my selfe, then to put him vpon some body else. Nutmeg durst scarce speake to him, hee was ready to put me in his pocket. I am coole agen: I may beleeue you are friends; then I am content to put vp. Sugar and Nutmeg, come, we be three. Let's be all one rather: and from hencefoorth since they are so well accorded, let's make no difference of our Masters, but belong to 'em in common: for my part, though I wait vpon Wine, it shall not exempt my attendance on Beere, or Ale, if they please to command Sugar. A match. I am for any thing but Water. And I. But my seruice shall be ready for him to, Water and Sugar I hope, may be drunke together now and then, and not bee brought within compasse of the Statute, to bee put ith stockes for't, Godamercy Sugar with all my hart, I shall loue thy company, fer I am solitary, and thou wilt make mee pleasant. Stay. Harke Musicke? Oh some friends of mine, I know 'em, they often come vpon the water: let's entertaine the ayre a little, neuer a voice among you? I Iouiall Wine exhilarate the heart. March Beere is drinke for a King. But Ale, bonny Ale, with Spice and Tost, In the Morning's a daintie thing. Then let vs be merry, wash sorrow away, Wine, Beere, and Ale, shall be drunke to day. I generous Wine, am for the Court. The Citie calls for Beere. But Ale, bonny Ale, like a Lord of the Soyle, In the Countrey shall domineere. Then let vs be merry, wash sorrow away, Wine, Beere and Ale shall be drunke to day. Why, now could I dance for ioy.