26 Wine, Beere, 



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 Christing day. 

 But see sir, here's Master Beere. 



Enter Beere. 



Wine. How, Beere? we are not very good friends, no matter, I 

 scorne to auoid him. 101 



Beere. Beere-leaue sir. Itistles 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. 110 



Sug. So, so, here will be some scuflBing. 



Wine. 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 feUowes. 



Beere. I scorne thou shouldst. 



Wine. 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, 



97 Oth Cbristening day. The following passage from Ed. 1629 is omitted at this point: 



Wine. 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 heipe 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 belpe help him to spit it out Gentleman-like. 



Sug. Indeed the best part of our common complement is but smoake, and now 1 know bow Gen- 

 .tlemen come by it but me thinkes for all that, it takes from the honour of a Gentleman, to bee a com- 

 mon 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. 



102 lustles. Misprinted instles. 



103 dost not know me? Ed. 1658, do'st thou not know me? 



