in Wine, Beer, and Ale Together by the Ears (Wine, Beer, Ale, and Tobacco Contending for Superiority) — Anonymous
Metadata
Play
Wine, Beer, and Ale Together by the Ears (Wine, Beer, Ale, and Tobacco Contending for Superiority)
Author
Anonymous
Year (catalogued)
1629
First performance
1625
Decade
1620s
Genre
Dialogue
Play type
University (?)
Speech prefix(es)
Sug. | Sugar. | Sug,
Words
1028
Characters
5207
Typicality
0.25 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP id
A01424
BritDrama no.
2168
Cluster
Cluster 1 — Wives, widows & intimate counsel
Important excerpts
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Full speech
O sometime without Sum gar, 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. But thou art tied to more attendance Nutmeg up on your Master Beer. Who Tossed. I meet him at Tavern every day. 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 quarreling comes home to him, fot he's every day cut for it, I marvel how he escapes, this morning he had a knife thrust into him. Hight? I, till he look black ith' face again, beside, if he take and opinion ther's no turning him, he'll be burned first. I did but by chance let fallen some words against Ale, and he had Like to have beaten me to powder for it. Then I'll be gone for we shall quarrel. Hold, hold. Nutmeg. You're a rude Tossed. Prithee Nutmeg, take out Tossed a little, to morrow weel meet and be drunk together. A friend of mine called me forth, to cure a cut finger. But your diseases needs 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 burned. 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. I sir, Widow's at fifteen, and Maids at twenty five; but I keep them company, for no other thing, then to convert them, some of them could even eat me, but for fear of spoiling their teeth. Alas sir, it none of my fault, she bit me first, and I could do no less, then punish her sweet tooth. 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 handker cher 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. I sir, but I could never arrive at the understanding, why every man should so affect it. As how, pray sir? Indeed the best partly of our common compliment is but smoke, and now I know how Gentlemen come by it, but me thinks for all that, it takes from the honour of a Gentleman, to be a common Piper, and if the premises be well considered, we may conclude, they are no more men that use it. Because it makes em children again, for I am sure they that use it most, do but suck all the day long, and they are little better then children then. But see sir, here's Master Beer. So, so, here will be some scuffling. Well said Beer, he bears up stiff Like a Constable. Now will I play my partly with they both. Sir, This is intolerable. How sir? Suffer this, and suffer all, to him again. How, diseases? you have been held always to be wholesome Wine, sir. Do, do, make him piss it, in my opinion sir, it were not for your honour to run away: yet Beer being a common quarreler, I fear may prove too hard for you. So, so, they are high enough, fallen too, and welcome. Who's this? Ale? O for a three-mans-Song: this Ale is a stout fellow, it shall go hard, but Sugar which makes all sweet sometime, shall set him in his partly of Discord. O goodman Ale, I am glad you're come, here's no thing but contention: I have gone betwixt they twice or thrice, but I fear, one or both will be spilled. For that, which for ought I can apprehend, belongs as much to you, as to either of them. Ale, by judicious men hath been held no despicable drink, for my own partly, 'tis nothing to me: you are all one to Sugar, whosoever be King, Sugar can be a subject, but yet, it fit, Ale had his measure. They mind not you, as if you were too unworthy a a Competitor. See, 'tis come to a challenge. Pray take no knowledge that I discovered any thing of their Ambition; Sugar shall ever be found true to Ale, else would I might never be more drunk in your company. So, so, now I have warmed Ale pretty well, I'll leave they: if Wine, Beer, and Ale agree together, would Sugar might never be drunk but with Water, nor never help to preserve any thing but old women, & elder brother's. I know not whose pride began; but I was sorry to see Wine, Beer, and Ale at such odds. Thou hast been baked, I'll swear. The truth is, sir, I told him of some difference be tween you, for he and I had been fallen out, and I had no oh there security to put in for my self, then to put him upon some body else. Let's be all one rather: and from henceforth since they are so well accorded, let's make no difference of our Ma sters, but belong to they in common: for my partly, though I wait upon Wine, it shall not exempt my attendance on Beer, or Ale, if they please to command Sugar. 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 ith stocks for't. N Ʋ utmegge? I think if the Midwife were put to her oath, I was wrapped in hers, oath Christening day.
Plot summary
Plot — Wine, Beer, and Ale Together by the Ears (Wine, Beer, Ale, and Tobacco Contending for Superiority)
There is dissension among the servants of Wine, Beer, and Ale: the drunken, quarrelsome Toast picks a fight with Sugar, who is also in his master’s bad books for excessive womanizing. The masters also bicker: Beer wants to take the wall, and Wine asserts his social superiority. Ale arrives in time to see Wine challenge Beer toa duel, and tries to make the peace. Unfortunately he does it by insisting that he is their better, on grounds of antiquity, learning, and property (for there are many houses named after him). This only exacerbates the situation. Water arrives and asks to adjudicate the argument and reconcile them. He allows them all their own distinctive application: Wine for courtiers and gallants, Beer for citizens, and Ale for country people. The altercation is resolved, though it takes a little more persuasion to get Toast, who has brought a knife in his master’s defence, to put it away. Wine, Beer, and Ale sing a song, and the characters dance. B-Text In this version, business in which Wine smokes a pipe of tobacco is omitted, and Tobacco introduced as a character: he interrupts the festive ending before the characters can dance, insisting that he too is a kind of drink and is the best of all. Afraid of his power to seduce men against them, the other drinks invite him to join them on equal terms, and Tobacco agrees, In the dance, each of the servants is appropriately applied to his master: Sugar is shaken ver Wine, Nutmeg grated over Beer, and Toast has his backside warmed and placed over Ale’s mouth.