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A07637
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Hans Beer-Pot his inuisible comedie, of see me, and see me not Actedin the Low Countries, by an honest company of health-drinkers.
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Belchier, Dabridgcourt, 1580?-1621.
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1618
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STC 1803; ESTC S101423
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Hanneke his wife a graue matron Hans Beerepot their man Younker Harmants their Sonne Iaques Garland a rich Marchant which married his sister Serieant Good fellow an old Souldier Pasquill Beeremond a Sentinell Ioaske Flutterkin a Tapper Abnidaraes Quixot a Tawnie Moore See mee and see mee not Enter Hans Beerepotte singing a verse or two of a Song c. YOunker I come your Father sends me foorth To sell his corne and bring him money in Each day he walkes and pryes and lookes about With watchfull eyes and euer in mistrust Least that my Dame or I his trusty man Should nimme from him or put vp more then right I by my Dame am watcht and shee by him And twixt them both in equall ballance hangs Poore Hans their man their wakefull Argos eyes Doe seldome winke yet must I haue a tricke To make large measure fill the bushell full And iogge it soft vnseene while they looke on And still cry out for more the measures scant And then the ouerplus Cornelius within What Hans Come heere Hans My Master calles and I must needes be gone Exit Enter Hanneke sola Han. As God doth blesse the earth with great encrease And in great measure sends vs ten for one So must those blessings carefully be kept And not with wretchlesse heed let runne at large For so huge heapes of wealth consume to nought And like fayre buildings vnrepayrde decay Yet must not beastly miching niggardize Cause vs forget our selues and those that want But giue releefe from our aboundant store We haue enough our charge it is not great One daughter shee 's bestowed richly and Her portion payde no penny more in debt Two sonnes besides and they prouided for The yongst at Schoole the other trayles a Pyke And for preferment lookes each day each houre What friendship fayles his fathers purse supplyes He doth not want nor shall nor haue too much To please the fancies of vnbrideled youth Mine husband bids him vse his meanes no doyt That he will send him but alas poore I Must licke my cream-pots shake my winnow sheet And all for coyne and often send him some Mine husband sees and knowes yet nothing sayes But is content with what he thinkes I doe My man playes fast and loose I see it too And nothing say for why the knaue is true And wrongs vs not one crosse but what he gets Is for my sonnes not for himselfe I am sure I see but see not giue him oft a shilling Because to doe for mine he is so willing What Hans Enter Hans Your seruant at commaund To runne to ride to goe by day or night Han. How now sir sauce your tong so early glyb What though the dayes be short there 's time enough Ere night to make your pate ring noone Hans Indeed Madame you neuer saw me drunke as yet So much as to forget that due respect I owe your seruice Han. Well sir then be gone Make haste dispatch and get you to the towne Looke to your businesse what you buy and sell But ere you goe take that and giue my sonne Han. The heauens blesse you mistresse that fayre hand Once more for the Serieant Hann. Away you Knaue Take that Dutch shilling drinke mongst your Comrades Exit Hans Shee s gone the best that euer trode on shooe I would not change my life to be Lord Mayor Of the thy crowne of London my seruice 〈◊〉 freedome labour but a pleasure 〈…〉 what I aske but halfe a word T is done she knew my mind I would I haue sayd That with the Serieant I must cracke a pot But 〈◊〉 I could bringt out she stopt my mouth With Knaue and shilling too well let her do ot As often as shee will See who gets most Of shee or I He sings As I went to Walsingham To that holy Land Met I with an olde balde Mare By the way as I came Indeed you doe full little thinke how I Am taken vp mongst Souldiers in the towne Hans Beere pot is a man of note well knowne To all vnder the degree of Officers But Serieant Goodfellow I loue him best And why because he loues my masters sonne My Master loues him too for his honesty And neuer sees him but he giues him gold And sends him much prouision for his house Hee le drinke his cuppe sweares not hates a whore Which if he vsde I am sure my master Brookes not the company of any such To haunt his sonne but with an angry frowne Would looke vpon him for he and Beeremonde Are the onely lads of all the Garrison I come my laddes my markets once ore-past At Flutterkins wee le haue one brideling cast Exit Enter Cornelius with his wife Come wife helpe me on with my bande indeede This fayre morning inuites me take the paines To walke on foot and see the towne visite My friends children drinke some Spanish wine And why that wine I am not yet growne olde I can bestride a bouncing Gennet still And with mine arme to frush a sturdie launce Hann. Talke you no more of martiall exercise Good Sir but take you to your Country Farme Keepe you at home leaue that to younger blouds Your sonne is young enough let him goe foorth And proue his fortune mongst those armed troupes I am contented God his will be done Corn. I thinke deere wife thou speakst more then thou thinkst Thou wouldst be loath to aduenture him so much Hann. Not I sweet Sir for God is God at sea And land a God alwayes omnipotent He can defend him from the gaping iawes Of roaring Canons mouth that dreadfull flash Cannot come neere him if it be his will Yet if he die ti 's honours lofty bedde That shall entombe him then I care the lesse Cor. Well spoke braue Lasse I thinke faire Pallas shine Begirt thy temples with her glorious rayes At thy dayes birth the wonder of thy sexe Hann. How now my Loue what do you Court mee still This Phrase befits not twixt a man and wife T is time for you to leaue such courting tearmes Cor. What courting calst thou them thou rubst me vp To thinke vpon the times forepast I saw In Englands Court so famous and renowmde Of great Elizaes blessed memory That ayded so these troubled Netherlands With men and money still oh oh still me thinkes I see those Worthies marching on earthes stage The famous Essex Norreis Sidney too And wisest Vere that held Ostend so long Gainst hells foule mouth and Spanish tyranny As yet his complices can testifie That saw his works beyond the bounds of witte That now doe liue in noble fame and name Whom I le ore-passe for feare I should offend Hann. Offend not then my Spouse I counsell you But leaue the mighty to their best contents And passe in silence what they haue to doe Let vs not meddle with the Magistrate But see vnseene and hope for what 's the best Cor. What hath Apollos sacred Oracle Infusde thy Soule with high