Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1633 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men T30 Constables, justices and the watch typicality 0.83 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
Whilst you persever in't, I shall preserve you in my purest thoughts; But never to infect them. The World reputes me A man of full discretion; and mine age Is not so rotten yet, to be twice child. Hence ye vain jealousies, that in love diseased Are peccant humours: therefore must be purged. Come to my bosom pattern of true goodness. ne'er more those bugbears to the minds blessed quiet Shall fright thee thence. Then will my joys be settled. Good Sir forgive The rashness of my passion. I'll no more Be jealous of your visits; but desire The love I bear your person may be useful To all good ends. Nay, blush not Sister; Though it be virtue's colour. Say't again. Here are more witnesses. Whence grows this exultation? From in ward joy that she affects this gentleman, Whose Virtues won Upon my love to be his Orator; And not respects infected with the mixture Of any worse condition. Do you love him? I hope to your kind judgement 'twill appear A virtuous truth. If he be found deserving In the dependences on blood and fortune I shall consent, and then may mutual love Render you happy. How am I blessed that your white soul Hath bounded its desires within the circuit Of my too narrow worth! Supper not ready yet! my servants are musical; please you Gentlemen to dance a little. 'Tis a healthful exercise; bid them prepare their instruments. Come, come, settle to it. I love to see a nimble activeness In noble youth; it argues active minds In well shaped bodies, and begets a joy Dancing within me. Welcome neighbour Tongall: what mean these people? I have brought them, an't please your Worship. Whom, and't please you, Master Constable. The thieves, and't please your Worship, that robbed your worship's Clerk. Now Warrant. How! I robbed! the Constable is surely drunk. I was not robbed. How's that! did not you bring me to the Tavern; show me the fellows, and direct me to apprehend them? Did you not promise me a share if they might be brought to a composition? Who? I? verily I say I know thee not. How! not know the Constable! Come Mr. Warrant, let me understand the mystery without being farther abused. You forget the place where we had recreation for nothing, only promising the wench's favour upon occasion: against whom we afterwards informed to get fees. Is't no otherwise? it shall raise some mirth. Did not I tell thee Ralph, the Gentlewomen? Well, 'tis a rare thing to be a Justice. Were I but swelled with a little authority, methinks I could cry, you Rogue, you Rascal, or you Constable, most gravely. And 'tis as rare a thing to be a Constable; to command in the name of authority, and be drunk at midnight, without danger of the stocks.
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Whilst you persever in't, I shall preserve you in my purest thoughts; But never to infect them. The World reputes me A man of full discretion; and mine age Is not so rotten yet, to betwice childe. Hence yee vaine jealousies, that in love diseas'd Are peccant humours: therefore must be purg'd. Come to my bosome patterne of true goodnesse. Nere more those bug-beares to the minds blest quiet Shall fright thee thence. Then will my joyes be setled. Good Sir forgive The rashnesse of my passion. I'le no more Be jealous of your visits; but desire The love I beare your person may beusefull To all god ends. Nay, blush not Sister; Though it be vertues colour. Say't agen. Here are more witnesses. Whence growe's this exultation? From in ward joy that she affects this gentleman, Whose Vertues wonn Vpon my love to be his Oratour; And not respects infected with the mixture Of any worse condition. Doe you love him? I hope to your kind judgement 'twill appeare A vertuous truth. If he be found deserving In the dependances on bloud and fortune I shall consent, and then may mutuall love Render you happy. How am I blest that your white soule Hath bounded it's desires within the circuit Of my too narrow worth! Supper not ready yet my servants are musicall; please you Gentlemen to dance a little. 'Tis a healthfull exercise; bid them prepare their instruments. Come, come, settle to it. I love to see a nimble activenesse In noble youth; it argues active minds In well shap't bodies, and begets a joy Dancing within me. Welcome neighbour Tongall: what meane these people? I have brought them, an't please your Worshipp. Whom, and't please you, Master Constable. The theeves, and't please your Worship, that rob'd your worships Clerke. Now Warrant. How! I rob'd! the Constable is surely drunke. I was not rob'd. How's that! did not you bring mee to the Taverne; shew mee the fellowes, and direct me to apprehend them? Did you not promise me a share if they might be brought to a composition? Who? I? verily I say I know thee not. How! not know the Constable! Come Mr. Warrant, let mee understand the mysterie without being farther abus'd. You forget the place where wee had recreation for nothing, onely promising the wenches favour upon occasion: against whom wee afterwards inform'd to get fees. Is't noe otherwise? it shall raise some mirth. Did not I tell thee Ralph, the Gentlewomen? Well, 'tis a rare thing to bee a Justice. Were I but swel'd with a little authoritie, mee thinks I could crye, you Rogue, you Rascall, or you Constable, most gravely. And 'tis as rare a thing to bee a Constable; to command in the name of authority, and bee drunke at midnight, without danger of the stks.