The Night Walker, or The Little Thief · chunk 27 of 39
Fletcher, John / Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written c.1611(?) [revised by Shirley and re-licensed for stage, May 11, 1633] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T30 Constables, justices and the watch typicality 0.82 · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
The pitfalls ready, never Justice Was caught in such a noose, ere he get out, He shall run through a scouring purgatory, Shall purge him to the quick, 'tis night already. Come softly, yet sir softly, are you not weary? thou'st brought me into a melancholy place, I see no creature. This is, sir, their den Where they suppose themselves secure, I am saint, With making haste; but I must be thus troubled, And therefore never go without a cordial; Without this I should die; How it refreshes me Already? wilt please your worship? I might have had The manners to ha let you drink before me; Now am I lusty. 'Thas a good taste. Taste? how d'ee find the virtue, nay sir spare it not: My wife has the receipt, does it not stir Your worship's body? when you come to examine, Till make you speak like Thunder. Hoy he. It works already. Is there never a chair, I was wearier than I thought, But who shall we have to take 'em, Mr. Constable? Let me alone, when I but give the watch word We will have men enough to surprise an army. I begin to be sleepy; what, hast a chair? They do not dream of us, 'tis early rising; Care, care, and early rising, common wealth's men Are ever subjects to the nods; sit down sir, A short nap is not much amiss; so, so, he's fast; Fast as a fish i'th' net, he has winking powder Shall work upon him to our wish, remove him, Nay, we may cut him into collops now And he ne'er feel; have you prepared the vault sirrah? Yes, yes, sir, every thing in's place. When we ha' placed him, you an I boy Must about another project hard by, his potion Will bind him sure enough till we return, This villainy weighs mainly, but we'll purge ye. Now for mine ears, mine ears be constant to me; They ring a wager, and I must deal justly, ha boys. Dost hear 'em, hark, these be the Ringers? Are you sure the same? Or my directions fail; The coast is clear: How the bells go? how daintily they tumble? And methinks they seem to say; Fine fools I'll fit you. Excellent again, good boys— oh that was nought. Who's that? Be you concealed by any moans yet, hark, They stop, I hope they'll too't again, close sir. A palpable knock. 'Twas none. Be judged by the Sexton then, If I have ears. A Knock, a knock, a gross one. Carman, your gallon of wine, you ring most impiously, Art thou of the worshipful company of the knights o'th' West, And handle a bell with no more dexterity; You think you are in Thames street Justling the carts: oh a clean hands a jewel. Good speed to your good exercise. You're welcome. I come sir from a gentleman, and neighbour hard by, One that loves your music well. He may have more on't, Handle a bell, as you were haling timber; Gross, gross, and base, absurd.
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The pitfalls ready, never Justice Was caught in such a nooze, ere he get out, Hee shall runne through a scouring purgatory, Shall purge him to the quicke, tis night already. Come softly, yet sir softly, are you not weary? Tha'st brought me into a melancholy place, I see no creature. This is, sir, their denne Where they suppose themselves secure, I am saint, With making hast; but I must be thus troubled, And therefore never goe without a cordiall; Without this I should die; How it refreshes me Already? wilt please your worship? I might have had The manners to halet you drinke before me; Now am I lusty. Thas a good taste. Taste? how dee finde the vertue, nay sir spare it not: My wife has the receit, dos it not stirre Your worships body? when you come to examine, 'Till make you speake like Thunder. Hoy he. It workes already. Is there never a chaire, I was wearier than I thought, But who shall we have to take 'em, Mr. Constable? Let me alone, when I but give the watch word We will have men enough to surprise an army. I begin to be sleepie; what, hast a chaire? They doe not dreame of us, tis early rising; Care, care, and earely rising, common wealths men Are ever subjects to the nods; sit downe sir, A short nap is not much amisse; so, so, he's fast; Fast as a fish ith' net, he has winking powder Shall worke upon him to our wish, remove him, Nay, we may cut him into collops now And he n're feele; have you prepar'd the vault sirra? Yes, yes, sir, every thing ins place. When we ha plac'd him, you an I boy Must about another project hard by, his potion Will binde him sure enough till we returne, This villany weighes mainely, but wele purge yee. Now for mine eares, mine eares be constant to me; They ring a wager, and I must deale justly, ha boyes. Dost here 'em, harke, these be the Ringers? Are you sure the same? Or my directions faile; The coast is cleare: How the bells goe? how daintily they tumble? And me thinkes they seeme to say; Fine fooles Ile fit you. Excellent agen, good boyes — oh that was nought. Who's that? Be you conceal'd by any moanes yet, harke, They stop, I hope theile too't agen, close sir. A palpable knocke. 'Twas none. Be Iudg'd by the Sexton then, If I have eares. A Knocke, a knocke, a grosse one. Carman, your gallon of wine, you ring most impiously, Art thou of the worshipfull company of the knights oth' West, And handle a bell with no more dexterity; You thinke you are in Thames street Justling the carts: oh a cleane hands a jewell. Good speede to your good exercise. Y' are welcome. I come sir from a gentleman, and neighbour hard by, One that loves your musicke well. He may have more on't, Handle a bell, as you were haling timber; Grosse, grosse, and base, absurd.