Ale, and Tobacco 35 



Wine. Stay, who's here? 

 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 411 



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, 420 



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

 altogether dowe. 



Sug. Thou hast been baked, He sweare. 



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

 fierie. 



Tost. Ale must not be 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, least I grate you, and slise 

 you: Nutmeg, doe you marke? 431 



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 me then. Harke you Beere, March-Beere, 

 this way a little. 440 



Beere. What dost thou meane to doe with thy knife? 



Tost. I must stirre you a little Beere: what colour had you to 

 quarrell with my Master? 



