BEER

Beer-leave sir. I do mean to have the wall on 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. I scorn thou shouldst. Thou art a mad Greek indeed. A traveler? in a tumbrel, a little Beer will go far there: why Wine, art not thou kept under lock and key, con find to some corner of a Cellar, and there indeed commonly close prisoner, unless the Jailer or Yeoman of the Bottles turn the Key for the chambermaid now and then, for which she vows not to leave him, till the last gasp, where Beer goes abroad, and rendezvous in every place. So art thou Wine, every day i'th week, and art feign to be carried forth of doors. Carted? thou wouldst be carted thy self, racked and drawn for thy baseness, Wine. Welborne? Did not every man call you Bastard tother day? born? there's no man able to bear thee much: and for breeding, I know none thou hast, unless it be Diseases. Take heed I do not make Vinegar of you first. Strike and thou darest Wine, I shall make thee and swer as quick as the objection, and give you a dash. No sir, you may find Beer quick enough, to pierce your Hogshead. I shall remember. He has disgraced me. To wash Boots. Oh muddy Ale! Wine, you're very harsh. I confess you have here and there and Alehouse, but whose are all the rest? hath not Beer as much title to them? So, so. Books? printed Cum privilegio no doubt on't, and sold for the Company of Stationers: what are the names? Why, you will shortly be Townclerk, the City Chronicler is too mean a place for you. But here let me interrupt you, talk no more of strength, none but Beer deserves to be called strong, no pen is able to set down my victories. I? why, I have been the destruction.— If you look thus ilfavouredly Ale, you may fright men well enough, and be held terrible by weak stomachs, but if you call to mind the puissance and valour of Beer, invinci ble Beer, tumble down Beer, you must sing a Pallinode. I? why I have overthrown armies, how easy is it for me to take a city, when I can tame Constables, which in their pre sense are formidable at midnight, in the amid of their rug ged Bill-men, make they all resign their weapons, and send they away to sleep upon their charge. Now for my virtue in preserving and nourishing the body wherein you both so glory, you are not to compare with me, since thousands every day come to receive their healths from me. Yes, pray where lies your gravity? I stand for the honour of Beer, were you and army. What tide brought you hither, Water? I am content. What dost mean to do with thy knife. March Beer is drink for a King. The City calls for Beer. Strike up Piper. Thou art sorry Wine indeed sometime: Valve? you are come up of late, men pay deer for your company, and re penned it: that gives you not the precedency; though Beer set not so great a price upon himself, he means not to bore a grain of his worth, nor subscribe to Wine for all his bram ueries. Not to you: why, whence come you pray? Be ashamed of thy self, and blush Wine thou art no better. Beer shall have commendations for his mildness and virtue, when thou art spit out of men's mouths, & distasted: thou art and hypocrite, Wine, art all white sometime, but more changeable then Proteus: thou wouldst take upon thee to comfort the blood, but hast been the cause that too many noble veins have been emptied: thy virtue is to betray see crets, the very preparative to a thousand rapes and murders, and yet thou darest stand upon thy credit, and prefer thy self to Beer, that is as clear as day. Ale. We are sworn brother's. Old Ale; ho there, 'tis grown to a Proverb. Ioanes Ale's new.