Adrasta, or The Woman's Spleen and Love's Conquest · chunk 21 of 47
Jones, John · published 1635 · first performed or written 1635 (Annals) tragicomedy unassigned nearest T30 Constables, justices and the watch · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
One of the eight Tribes into which your livery is divided— Nay, nay, nay sober Master Constable, be not dejected; let not your head sink before it has full lading: for look you, I'll show you the dignity of your estate: your Cuckoldhood sir is more worshipful than the best of all the four and twenty Companies; Because in some ages you have had some of the best of all those Companies Fellows of the Livery. Secondly, you have had all states and ranks belonging to it. Sulla, Domitian and Claudius, great Emperors of the world, never cared to be free of the Goldsmiths or Merchant-Taylors Hall, yet they were huge Cuckolds. Thirdly, you have your wit in choosing approved, which must of necessity show you to have been wise men, and therefore most commonly you are in Offices. Fourthly you have sometimes better men to be your followers than yourself, for they be glad to follow and come after, where you have been before. Fiftly, you have others to work for the propagation of your name, while you be idle, and reap the fruits of their labours. And lastly, it makes your way to heaven Master Constable, infallible for if you die quickly, you die an innocent— But let me be your Pilot, and if I do not learn you a course to pay this Puffin, this all Priapus, this Goat rampant in's own kind, let my wit be for ever cracked. If thou couldst do it in some bitter manner. Trust me not else— for look you Sir, if it were a Courtier of a good perfume, and rich Garter; or a Gallant of the new fashion, with fresh insides; nay, an 'twere a barren Alderman that would visit his Wench secretly, and were in the way to authority, why, 'twere something tolerable. But to be horned by a Sir, that's no Knight, one that will lie as fast as an Almanac-maker, a thred-bare-grogran-worsted-lack-Latin! 'tis insufferable. O 'tis, I know 'tis. Your only revenging remedy, then, is prevention in the same kind, which you shall most dexterously achieve me duce, id esh, si ego dux fuero, little Master Constable. How sweet boy, how? Do you but invite Mistress Abigail to Supper this evening, who knows nothing of her husbands being there, and leave the rest to my providence. I'll do it Boy i'faith, I will, I will indeed Boy. About it then, I'll meet you at your coming back and give directions for the rest. Your Grace hath been exceeding patient To undergo these pains, and come to us. Good Micale I was unfortunate I had not known thy skill and used it sooner; For since heaven's power denies me just revenge And means, to work my will, I'll search the depth Of hell's darkest Angels, but I will dissolve That firm linked band of love: and to that end Shrouded in this disguise I came to thee That thou mayst let some nimble spirit slip From out the powerful Circle after her; And with thy spells pursue her unto death.
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One of the eight Tribes into which your liverie is divided—Nay, nay, nay ſober Maſter Conſtable, be not dejected; let not your head ſinke before it has ful lading: for look you, I'll ſhew you the dignitie of your eſtate: your Cuckoldhood ſir is more worſhipfull than the beſt of all the foure and twenty Companies; Becauſe in ſome ages you have had ſome of the beſt of all thoſe Companies Fellowes of the Liverie. Secondly, you have had all ſtates and rankes belonging to it. Sylla, Domitian and Claudius, great Emperours of the world, never car'd to be free of the Goldſmiths or Merchant-Taylors Hall, yet they were huge Cuckolds. Thirdly, you have your wit in chuſing approv'd, which muſt of neceſſitie ſhow you to have beene wiſe men, and therefore moſt commonly you are in Offices. Fourthly you have ſometimes better men to be your followers than your ſelfe, for they be glad to follow and come after, where you have beene before. Fiftly, you have others to worke for the propagation of your name, while you be idle, and reape the fruits of their labours. And laſtly, it makes your way to heaven Maſter Conſtable, infallible for if you die quickly, you die an innocent—But let me be your Pilot, and if I doe not learne you a courſe to pay this Puffin, this all Priapus, this Goate rampant in's owne kinde, let my wit bee for ever crack't. If thou couldſt doe it in ſome bitter manner. Truſt me not elſe—for looke you Sir, if it were a Courtier of a good perfume, and rich Garter; or a Gallant of the new faſhion, with freſh inſides; nay, an 'twere a barren Alderman that would viſit his Wench ſecretly, and were in the way to authority, why, 'twere ſomething tolerable. But to be horn'd by a Sir, that's no Knight, one that will lie as faſt as an Alminack-maker, a thred-bare-grogran-worſted-lack-Latin! 'tis inſufferable. O 'tis, I know 'tis. Your onely revenging remedie, then, is prevention in the ſame kinde, which you ſhall moſt dexterouſly atchieve me duce, id eſh, ſi ego dux fuero, little Maſter Conſtable. How ſweet boy, how? Doe you but invite Miſtris Abigail to Supper this evening, who knowes nothing of her husbands being there, and leave the reſt to my providence. Ile doe it Boy i'faith, I will, I will indeed Boy. About it then, Ile meet you at your comming backe and give directions for the reſt. Your Grace hath beene exceeding patient To undergoe theſe paines, and come to us. Good Micale I was unfortunate I had not knowne thy skill and us'd it ſooner; For ſince Heavens power denies me juſt revenge And meanes, to worke my will, Ile ſearch the depth Of hels dark'ſt Angels, but I will diſſolve That firme link'd band of love: and to that end Shrowded in this diſguiſe I came to thee That thou maiſt let ſome nimble ſpirit ſlip From out the powerfull Circle after her; And with thy ſpels purſue her unto death.