VVine, beere, and ale, together by the eares A dialogue, vvritten first in Dutch by Gallobelgicus, and faithfully translated out of the originall copie, by Mercurius Britannicus, for the benefite of his nation.

WINE, BEERE, and ALE, TOGETHER BY THE EARES:

Sugar and Nutmegge from seuerall doores meet.

Sugar.

NƲutmegge?

Nut.

Sugar? well met, how chance you waite not vpon your Maister, where's Wine now?

Sug.

Oh sometimes without Su∣gar, all the while he's well if I be in his company, tis but for fashion sake, I waite vpon him into a roome now and then, but am not regarded: marrie when he is ill, he makes much of me, who but Sugar? but to my remembrance I haue not beene in his presence this fortnight, I hope shortly he will not know me, though he meete me in his drinke.

Nut.

Thou hast a sweete life in the meane time Sugar.

Sug.

But thou art tied to more attendance Nutmegge vp∣on your Maister Beere.

Nut.

Faith no, I am free now and then, though I be 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?

Sug.

Who Tost.

Nut.

The same.

Sug.

I meete him at Tauerne euery day.

Nut.

When shall thou, and he, and I, meet and be merry ouer a Cuppe?

Sug.

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, fot hee's euery day cut for it, I maruell how hee scapes, this morning he had a knife thrust into him.

Nut.

Indeed he will be very hot sometimes.

Sug.

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 he had like to haue beaten me to powder for it.

Nut.

How, beaten Sugar? that would be very fine ifaith; but hee being bread, and thou a loafe, you should not dif∣fer so. Stand, looke where he is.

Enter Tost drunke.

Sug.

Then Ile be gone for we shall quarrell.

Nut.

Come, feare not, Ile part you, but he's drunke, rea∣dy to fall; whence comes hee dropping in now. How now Tost.

Tost.

Nutmeg? round and sound and all of a colour, art thou there?

Nut.

Heere's all thats left of me.

Tost.

Nutmeg, I loue thee Nutmeg. Whats that a Ghost?

Nut.

No, tis your old acquaintance Sugar.

Tost.

Sugar: Ile beat him to peeces.

Sug.

Hold, hold. Nutmegge.

Nutmeg and Sugar hang vpon Tost.

Tost.

Cannot Tost stand without holding?

Nut.

Where haue you beene Tost?

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 Sugar 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.

Sug.

Y'are a rude Tost.

Tost.

Rude? Let me but crush him: Rude? Sirra, tis well known you came from Barbary your selfe, & because of some few Pounds in a Chest, you thinke to domineere ouer Tost: y'are a little handsome, I confesse; and Wenches licke their lips after you; but for all that, would I might sinke to the bot∣tome, if I doe not —: I will giue Sugar but one box.

Nut.

Come, come, you shall not.

Sug.

Prethee Nutmeg, take out Tost a little, to morrow weele meet and be drunke together.

Exit Nutmeg with Tost.

So, so, I am glad hee's gone: I doe not loue this Tosts com∣panie, yet some occasion or other, puts me still vpon him. Ha, who's this?

Enter Wine, drinking Tobacco.

Tis Wine my Master. What smoking? Wine and Tobacco, I thinke, are neuer asunder: but tis no maruell they agree so well, they come both out of a Pipe.

Wine.

Sugar, you are a sweet youth, you wayt well.

Sug.

A friend of mine call'd me forth, to cure a cut finger.

Wine.

Youle turne Surgeon, or Physician shortly.

Sug.

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.

Wine.

So sir, now you put me in minde on't, I heare say you runne a wenching, and keepe womens company too much.

Sug.

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.

Wine.

But some of them are sower enough.

Sug.

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.

Wine.

Indeed one of your sweet-hearts complained t'other day you made her teeth rotten.

Sug.

Alas sir, twas none of my fault, she bit me first, and I could doe no lesse, then punish her sweet tooth.

Wine.

Well sirra, I say, take heed of women.

Sug.

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 me, in what fashion soeuer I appeare, euery woman bestowes a handker∣cher vpon mee, 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.

Wine.

Why sure thou wert wrapt in thy mothers smocke.

Sug,

I thinke if the Midwife were put to her oath, I was wrapt in hers, oth Christning day.

Wine.

* 1.1 Well sirra, enough of this discourse, you are for the woemen, but wee men haue a better companion, and indeed bitter, as thou art sweet, that's this Tobacco.

Sug.

I sir, but I could neuer arriue at the vnderstanding, why euery man should so affect it.

Wine.

There's thy ignorance, tis an excellent discourser, and a helpe for the imperfections of nature.

Sug.

As how, pray sir?

Wine.

Why, when a man hath not the wit to deliuer his meaning in good words, this being taken, dus presently helpe him to spit it out Gentleman-like.

Sug.

Indeed the best part of our common complement is but smoake, and now I know how Gentlemen come by it, but me thinkes for all that, it takes from the honour of a Gentleman, to bee a common Piper, and if the premises bee well considered, wee may conclude, they are no more men that vse it.

Wine.

How? not men? why?

Sug.

Because it makes em children againe, for I am sure they that vse it most, doe but sucke all the day long, and they are little better then children then. But see sir, here's Master Beere.

Enter Beere.

Wine.

How, Beere? we are not very good friends, no mat∣ter, I scorne to auoid him.

Beere.

Beere-leaue sir.

Iustles Wine.

Wine.

So me thinkes? how now Beere, running atilt, dost not know me?

Beere.

I doe meane to haue the wall on you.

Wine.

The wall of me, you would haue your head and the wall knockt together, learne better manners, or I may chance to broach you.

Beere.

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.

Sug.

So, so, here will be some scuffling.

VVine.

You'le leaue your impudence, and learne to know your superiours Beere, or I may chance to haue you stopt vp, what neuer leaue working? I am none of your fel∣lowes.

Beere.

I scorne thou shouldst.

VVine.

I am a companion for Princes, the least droppe of my blood, worth all thy body. I am sent for by the Citizens, visited by the Gallants, kist by the Gentlewomen: I am their life, their Genius, the Poeticall furie, the Helicon of the Mu∣ses, of better vaiue then Beere; I should be sorry else.

Beer.

Thou art sorie Wine indeed sometimes: Value? you are come vp of late, men pay deere for your company, and re∣pent it: that giues you not the precedencie; though Beere set not so great a price vpon himselfe, hee meanes not to bate a graine of his worth, nor subscribe to Wine for all his bra∣ueries.

Wine.

Not to mee?

Beer.

Not to you: why, whence come you pray?

Wine.

From France, from Spaine, from Greece.

Beere.

Thou art a mad Greeke indeed.

Wine.

Where thou must neuer hope to come: who dares denie that I haue been a trauailer?

Beere.

A trauailer? in a tumbrell, a little Beere will go far∣ther: why Wine, art not thou kept vnder locke and key, con∣finde to some corner of a Cellar, and there indeed commonly close prisoner, vnlesse the Iaylor or Yeoman of the Bottles turne the Key for the chamber-maid now and then, for which

shee vowes not to leaue him, till the last gaspe, where Beere goes abroad, and randeuous in euery place.

Win.

Thou in euery place? away hop of my thumbe: Beere, I am asham'd of thee.

Beer.

Be asham'd of thy selfe, and blush Wine thou art no better. Beere shall haue commendations for his mildnesse and vertue, when thou art spit out of mens mouthes, & distasted: thou art an hypocrite, Wine, art all white sometimes, but more changeable then Proteus: thou wouldst take vpon thee to comfort the blood, but hast beene the cause that too many noble veines haue beene emptied: thy vertue is to betray se∣crets, the very preparatiue to a thousand rapes and murders, and yet thou darest stand vpon thy credit, and preferre thy selfe to Beere, that is as cleare as day.

Sug.

Well said Beere, hee beares vp stiffe like a Constable. Now will I play my part with 'em both. Sir,

To Wine.

This is intollerable.

Wine.

The vessell of your wit leakes, Beere: why thou art drunke.

Beere.

So art thou Wine, euery day i'th weeke, and art faine to be carried foorth of doores.

Sug.

How sir?

To Wine.

Win.

I scorne thy words, thou art base Beere: Wine is well borne, has good breeding, and bringing vp; thou deseruest to be carted, Beere.

Sug.

Suffer this, and suffer all, to him againe.

Beere.

Carted? thou wouldst be carted thy selfe, rackt and drawne for thy basenesse, Wine. Welborne? Did not euery man call you Bastard tother day? borne? there's no man able to beare thee much: and for breeding, I know none thou hast, vnlesse it bee Diseases.

Sug.

How, diseases? you haue beene held alwayes to bee wholesome Wine, sir.

Wine.

Sirra, if I take you in hand, I shall make you small Beere.

Beere.

Take heed I doe not make Vineger of you first.

Sug.

Doe, doe, make him pisse it, in my opinion sir, it were not for your honor to run away: yet Beere being a common

quarreler, I feare may prooue too hard for you.

Wine.

Too hard for me? away Boy, Ile be as hard as he for his heart: alas, hee's but weake Beere, if I giue him but a tap, it shall stay him from running out thus.

Sug.

So, so, they are high enough, fall too, and welcome.

Enter Ale.

Who's this? Ale? Oh for a three-mans-Song: this Ale is a stout fellow, it shall go hard, but Sugar which makes all sweet sometimes, shall set him in his part of Discord.

Wine.

Come, come, Beere, you forget how low you were tother day: prouoke mee not too much, lest I bestow a firkin on you.

Beere.

Strike and thou dar'st Wine, I shall make thee an∣swer as quicke as the obiection, and giue you a dash.

Ale.

Vmh: what's this? it seemes theres great difference betweene Wine and Beere. Sugar, what's the matter?

Sug.

Oh goodman Ale, I am glad you'r come, heere's no∣thing but contention: I haue gone betwixt 'em twice or thrice, but I feare, one or both will be spilt.

Ale.

What doe they contend about?

Sug.

For that, which for ought I can apprehend, belongs as much to you, as to either of them.

Ale.

Hah? to mee? what's that?

Sug.

Ale, by iudicious men hath been held no despicable drinke, for my owne part, tis nothing to me: you are all one to Sugar, whosoeuer be King, Sugar can be a subiect, but yet, twere fit, Ale had his measure.

Ale.

Are they so proud?

Sug.

They mind not you, as if you were too vnworthy a a Competitor. See, tis come to a challenge.

Wine throwes downe his gloue, which Beere takes vp.

Pray take no knowledge that I discouered any thing of their Ambition; Sugar shall euer bee found true to Ale, else would I might neuer be more drunke in your company.

Ale.

No matter for protestation.

Sug.

So, so, now I haue warmed Ale pretty well, Ile leaue 'em: if Wine, Beere, and Ale agree together, would Sugar might neuer bee drunke but with Water, nor neuer helpe to

preserue any thing but old women, & elder brothers.

Exit.

Wine.

Remember the place, and weapon.

Ale.

Stay, stay, come together agen, why how now, what fight, and kill one another?

Wine.

Alas poore Beere, I account him dead already.

Beere.

No sir, you may find Beere quick enough, to pierce your Hogshead. I shall remember.

Ale.

But ith meane time you both forget your selues: dee heare? Ale is a friend to you both, let me know your differēce.

Beere.

Hee has disgrac'd mee.

Wine.

Thou hast disgrac'd thy selfe in thy comparisons. Wine must be acknowledged the Nectar of all drinkes, the prince of Liquors.

Beere.

To wash Bootes.

Ale.

Harke you, are you both mad? who hath heat you, that you run ouer, doe you contend for that in iustice belongs to another. I tell you Wine and Beere, I do not rellish you. Ile tell you a tale: Two spruce hot-spurre fiery gallants meeting ith streets, iustled for the wall, drew, would ha been fighting: there steps me forth a corrector of soles, an vnderlaid cobler, and cries out, Hold, hold your hands Gentlemen, are you so simple to fight for the wall? why the wall's my Landlords. Haue you but so much wit as to apply this, you shall neuer need fence for the matter. Superioritie is mine, Ale is the prince of liquors, and you are both my subiects.

Both.

Wee thy Subiects.

Wine.

O base Ale!

Beere.

O muddy Ale!

Ale.

Leaue your railing, and attend my reasons, I claime your duties to mee, for many prerogatiues: my antiquitie, my riches, my learning, my strength, my grauitie.

Wine.

Antiquitie? your first reason's a very small one.

Ale.

Dare any of you deny my antiquitie? I say.

Wine.

We must beare with him, tis in his Ale.

Ale.

It onely pleades for me: who hath not heard of the old Ale of England.

Beere,

Old Ale; ho there, tis growne to a Prouerbe. Ioanes Ale's new.

Ale.

These are trifles, and conuince me not.

Wine.

If wee should grant your argument, you would gaine little by't, goe together, I doe allow you both a couple of stale companions.

Beere.

Wine, you're very harsh.

Ale.

Let him, my second prerogatiue is my riches and possessions; for who knowes not how many houses I haue: Wine and Beere are faine to take vp a corner, your ambition goes no further then a Seller, where the whole house where I am is mine, goes onely by my name, is cald an Alehouse; but when is either heard, the Wine-house, or the Beere-house, you cannot passe a streete: wherein I haue not hou∣ses of mine owne, besides many that goe by other mens names.

Beere.

I confesse you haue here and there an Alehouse, but whose are all the rest? hath not Beere as much title to them?

Wine.

And yet I haue not heard that either of you both haue fin'd for Alderman, though I confesse something has bin attempted out of nicke and froth. Be rul'd by me, Beere and Ale, & aspire no higher then the Common-Councell-houses? Oh impudence, that either of you should talke of houses, when sometimes you are both glad of a tub: dee heare Ale? doe not you know the man that did the Bottle bring?

Ale.

Thou art glad of a Bottle thy selfe, Wine, sometimes, and so is Beere too, for all he ••••oths now.

Beere.

So, so.

Ale.

My third Prerogatiue, is my Learning.

Wine.

Learning? If you haue the Liberall Sciences, pray be free, and lets heare some.

Ale.

For that, though I could giue you demonstration, for breuities sake I remit you to my bookes.

Beere.

Bookes? printed Cum priuilegio no doubt on't, and sold for the Company of Stationers: what are the names?

Ale.

Admire me, but when I name learned, though not the great Alexander Ale, and Tost-atus the Iesuite.

Wine.

O learned Ale, you scorne to make Indentures any more, but you might as well haue concluded this without booke.

Beere.

Why, you will shortly be Towne-Clerke, the Citie Chronicler is too meane a place for you.

Ale.

Now for my strength and invincibilitie.

Beere.

But heere let mee interrupt you, talke no more of strength, none but Beere deserues to bee call'd strong, no pen is able to set downe my victories. I? why, I haue been the destruction.—

Wine.

Of Troy, hast not? heere your owne mouthes con∣demne you: if killing be your conquest, euery Quacksaluing knaue may haue the credit of a rare Phisician, that sends more to the Church and Churchyard, then diseases doe: I Wine, comfort and preserue, let that be my Character. I am cosen German to the blood, not so like in my appearance as I am in nature, I repaire the debilities of age, and reuiue the re∣frigerated spirits, exhilarate the heart, and steele the brow with confidence. For you both the Poet hath drawne your memoriall in one.

—nil spissius illa Dum bibitur, nil clarius est dum mingitur, vnde Constat quod multas faeces in corpore linquat.

Nothing goes in so thicke, Nothing comes out so thinne: It must needs follow then, Your dregs are left within.

And so I leaue you Stygiae monstrum conforme paludi, a mon∣strous drinke, like the riuer Styx.

Ale.

Nay but hearke, tis not your Latine must carry it a∣way, I will not loose a drop of my reputation, and by your fa∣uour, if you stand so much vpon your preseruing, Ile put you to your Latine agen, and prooue my selfe superiour, for Ale as if it were the life of mankind, hath a peculiar name and denomination, being cald Ale from Alo, which euery Schoole boy can tell, signifies to feed and nourish, which neither Wine nor Beere can shew for themselues, and for my strength and honour in the warres, know that Ale is a Knight of Malta, and dares fight with any man beares a head, tis more safe to be∣leeue what a Souldier I am, then trie what I can doe.

Beere.

If you looke thus ilfauouredly Ale, you may fright

men well enough, and be held terrible by weake stomacks, but if you call to mind the puissance and valour of Beere, invinci∣ble Beere, tumble downe Beere, you must sing a Pallinode. I? why I haue ouerthrowne armies, how easie is it for mee to take a citie, when I can tame Constables, which in their pre∣sence are formidable at midnight, in the midst of their rug∣ged Bill-men, make 'em all resigne their weapons, and send 'em away to sleepe vpon their charge.

Wine.

How? vpon their owne charge? take the Constable committing that fault, and hee'l neuer bee good in his office after it.

Beere.

Now for my vertue in preseruing and nourishing the body wherein you both so glory, you are not to compare with mee, since thousands euery day come to receiue their healths from me.

Wine.

Kings and Princes from me, and like them I am ser∣ued in plate.

Ale.

But thou art come downe of late to a glasse, Wine, and that's the reason I thinke, so many Vintners haue broake: now obserue my last Reason.

Beere.

Yes, pray where lies your grauitie?

Ale.

Not in my Beard, I speake without mentall reserua∣tion, Ile tell you, and you shall confesse it: the Wise men of an∣cient time were called Sages, and to this day it signifies iudg∣ment, discretion, grauitie; for by what other would you ex∣cite to good manners more aptly, then to wish a young man to bee sage, that is graue: and with what title can you better salute him that is, graue, or more honour him, then to call him one of the Sages. Now this appellation neither of you can challenge, yet euery man giueth mee the attribute; for who knowes not I am called Sage Ale.

Wi.

One may guesse what brains he caries by the Sage now.

Ale.

And thus hauing giuen you sufficient reasons for your acknowledgement of my principalitie, let your knees wit∣nesse your obedience to your King, and I will grace you both by making you Squires of my body, right honorable Ale-Squires.

Wine.

This is beyond suffering: was euer Wine so vnder∣valued?

Barbarous detractors, whose beginning came from a dunghill, I defie you. Bacchus, looke downe, and see me vin∣dicate thine honour, I scorne to procrastinate in this, and this minute you shall giue account of your insolencies: my spirits high, I am enemy to both.

Ale.

Is Wine drawn? then haue at you, Ile make good Ale.

Beere.

I stand for the honor of Beere, were you an army.

As they offer to fight, Water comes running in.

Water.

Hold, hold, hold.

Wine.

How now? what comes Water running hither for?

Wat.

Let my feare ebbe a little.

Beere.

What tide brought you hither, Water?

VVater.

The pure streame of my affection: oh how I am troubled! I am not yet recouered.

Ale.

So me thinkes you looke very thine vpon't Water: but why doe we not fight?

VVater.

Doe not talke of fighting, is it not time that Wa∣ter should come to quench the fire of such contention. I tell you, the care of your preseruation made me breake my banks to come to you, that you might see the ouerflowing loue I beare you: your quarrell hath ecchoed vnto me; I know your ambition for superioritie: you are all my kinsmen, neere al∣lyed to Water, and though I say it, sometimes not a little be∣holding to Water, euen for your very makings. Will you referre your selues to mee, and wade no further in these dis∣contentments, I will vndertake your reconcilement and qua∣lification.

Wine.

To thee, Water? wilt thou take vpon thee to cor∣rect our irregularitie? Thou often goest beyond thy bounds thy selfe. But if they consent, I shall.

Beere.

I am content.

Ale.

And I.

VVater.

Then without further circumlocution or insinua∣tion, Water runnes to the matter: you shall no more contend for excellencie, for Water shall allow each of you a singulari∣tie. First, you Wine, shall bee in most request among Cour∣tiers, Gallants, Gentlemen, and Poeticall wits, Qui melioris luti homines, being of a refined mould, shall choose as a more

nimble and actiue watering, to make their braines fruitfull, Fecundi calices quem non? but so as not confin'd to them, nor limitting them to you, more then to exhilerate their spirits, and acuate their inuentions.

You Beere, shall bee in most grace with the Citizens, as being a more stayed Liquor, fit for them that purpose retire∣ment and grauitie, that with the Snaile carries the cares of a house and family with them, tyed to the attendance of an illi∣berall profession, that neither trot nor amble, but haue a sure pase of their owne, Bos lassus fortius figit pedem, The black Oxe has trod vpon their foot: yet I bound you not with the Citie, though it bee the common entertainement, you may bee in credit with Gentlemens Sellars, and carry reputation before you from March to Christmas—tide I should say; that Water should forget his Tide.

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 mor∣ning, though you may be allowed all the day after: the Parson shall account you one of his best Parishioners, & the Church∣wardens 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 Custo∣mers: 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?

Ale.

Water has a deepe iudgement.

Wat.

And yet the world sayes sometimes Water is shallow: nay, Ile see you shake hands, and tie a new knot of friendship.

Ale.

We are henceforth brothers.

VVine.

Stay, who's heere?

Enter Tost, Sugar, and Nutmeg: Tost whetting a knife on his shooe.

Tost.

I tell thee, Sugar, I am now friends with thee. But if it bee as you say—

Wat.

What's the matter?

Ale.

Let's obserue him a little, Tost is angry.

Nut.

What need you be so hote, Tost?

Tost.

Hote? tis no matter, Sugar: you will iustifie that Wine and Beere offered this wrong vnto Ale.

Sug.

I know not whose pride began; but I was sorry to see Wine, Beere, and Ale at such odds.

Tost.

Ods quotha? I do meane to be euen with some body.

Nut.

An euen Tost shewes well.

Tost.

They shall find that Ale has those about him that are not altogether dowe.

Sug.

Thou hast been baked, Ile sweare.

Nut.

And new come out of the Ouen too, I thinke: for he is very fierie.

Tost.

Ale must not bee put downe so long as Tost has a crum of life left. Beere too?

Nut.

What doe you meane to doe with your knife, Tost? that will scarce cut Beere and 'twere buttered.

Tost.

Come not neere me, Nutmeg, lest I grate you, and slise you. Nutmeg, doe you marke?

Wine.

Let's in, and make 'em friends. How now Tost?

Tost.

Tis all one for that: Oh, are you there? pray tell me which of 'em ist?

Ale.

Is what?

Nut.

Why they are friends: what did you meane, Sugar, to make Tost burne thus?

Ale.

No such matter.

Tost.

You will not tell mee then. Harke you Beere, March-Beere, this way a little.

Beere.

What dost meane to doe with thy knife.

Tost.

I must stirre you a little Beere: what colour had you to quarrell with my Master.

Beer.

Ale. VVe are sworne brothers.

Ale.

We were at difference, and Wine too: but—

Tost.

Wine too But, but me no buts, I care not a strawe for his buts; dee heare sir, doe you long to be Graues Wine.

Wine.

VVe are all friends.

Water.

I, I, all friends on my word, Tost.

Tost.

Fire and water are not to bee trusted, away new

Riuer, away, I wash my hands on thee.

Ale.

Come hither againe, Tost.

Tost.

Ouer head and eares in Ale.

Wine.

How comes this about, Sugar.

Sug.

The trueth is, sir, I told him of some difference be∣tweene you, for he and I had been fallen out, and I had no o∣ther securitie to put in for my selfe, then to put him vpon some body else.

Nut.

Nutmeg durst scarce speake to him, hee was ready to put me in his pocket.

Tost.

I am coole agen: I may beleeue you are friends; then I am content to put vp.

Puts vp his knife.

Sugar and Nutmeg, come, we be three.

Sug.

Let's be all one rather: and from hencefoorth since they are so well accorded, let's make no difference of our Ma∣sters, 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.

Tost.

A match, I am for any thing but Water.

Nut.

And I.

Sug.

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.

Wat.

Godamercy Sugar with all my heart, I shall loue thy company, for I am solitary, and thou wilt make mee plea∣sant. Stay.

Musicke.

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?

THE SONG.

Wine.

I iouiall VVine exhilarate the heart.

Beere.

March Beere is drinke for a King.

Ale.

But Ale, bonny Ale, with Spice and a Tost, In the morning's a daintie thing.

Chorus.

Then let vs be merry, wash sorrow away, Wine, Beere, and Ale shall be drunke to day.

Wine.

I generous Wine, am for the Court.

Beere.

The Citie calles for Beere.

Ale.

But Ale, bonny, Ale, like a Lord of the Soyle, In the Countrey shall domineere.

Chorus.

Then let vs be merry, wash sorrow away, Wine, Beere, and Ale shall be drunke to day.

Water.

Why, now could I daunce for ioy.

Ale.

Now you talke of dancing, Wine, tis one of your qualities, let's pay the Musicians all together: wee haue of∣ten made other men haue light heads and heeles, there's no hurt a little in tripping for our selues, what say you?

Beere.

Strike vp Piper.

Wine.

Lustily, make a merry day on't; nay, leaue out none, at Dancing and Foot-ball, all fellowes.

A Daunce, wherein the seuerall Natures of them all is figured and represented.

FINIS.

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