Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1621 [Aug 3; Aug 5; Sep] (Annals) masque · before the Court T30 Constables, justices and the watch typicality 0.83 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
Admirable tricks, and he does 'em all se defendendo, as if he would not be taken in the trap of authority, by a frail fleshly Constable. Without the aid of a Cheese, Or help of a flitch of bacon. O, he would chirp in a pair of stocks sumptuously; I'd give any thing to see him play lose with his hands, when his feet were fast. O' my conscience he fears not that, and the Marshal himself were here; I protest I admire him. IS this worth your wonder, Nay than you shall under- Stand more of my skill. I can (for I will) Here at Burley o'th' Hill, Give you all your fill, Each Jack with his Gill, And show you the King, The Prince too and bring; The Gipsies were here, Like Lords to appear, With such there attenders, As you thought offenders, Who now become new men, You'll know them for true men; For he we call chief, I'll tell it ye in brief, Is so far from a thief, As he gives ye relief With his bread, bear, and beife And 'tis not long since Ye drank of his Wine, And it made you fine; Both Claret, and Sherry, Than let us be merry; And help with your call, For a Hall, a Hall. Stand up to the wall, Both good men, and tall, We are one man's all. THe fist of August, Will not let sawdust Lie in your throats, Or cobwebs, or Oats; But help to scour ye. This is no Gowrie, Has drawn James hither, But the goodman of Beaver, Our Buckingham's Father; Than so much the rather Make it a jolly night, For 'tis a holy night, Spite of the Constable, Or Master Deane of Dunstable. A Hall, a hall, a hall. WHy now ye behold, 'twas truth that I told, And no devise; They are changed in a trice, And so will I, Be myself, by and by. I only now Must study now To come of with a grace, With my Patrico's place: Some short kind of blessing, Itself addressing Unto my good Master, Which light on him faster, Than wishes can fly. And you that stand by Be as jocund as I; Each man with his voice, Give his heart to rejoice, Which I'll requited, If my Art hit right, Though late now at night, Each Clown here in sight, Before day light, Shall prove a good Knight; And your Lasses Pages Worthy their wages, Where fancy engages Girls to their ages. O any thing for the Patrico, what is't? what is't? Nothing, but bear the bob of the close, It will be no bruthen you well may suppose. But bless the Sov'raine, and his senses, An to wish away offences, Let us alone, bless the Sov'raine, and his senses. we'll take them in order, as they have being, And first of seeing.
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Admirable tricks, and he does 'em all ſe defendendo, as if he would not be taken in the trappe of authority, by a fraile fleſhly Conſtable. Without the ayd of a Cheeſe, Or helpe of a flitch of bacon. Oh, he would chirp in a paire of ſtockes ſumptuouſly; I'de give any thing to ſee him play looſe with his hands, when his feet were faſt. O' my conſcience he feares not that, and the Marſhall himſelfe were here; I proteſt I admire him. IS this worth your wonder, Nay then you ſhall under- Stand more of my skill. I can (for I will) Here at Burley o'th Hill, Give you all your fill, Each Jacke with his Gill, And ſhew you the King, The Prince too and bring; The Gipſies were here, Like Lords to appeare, With ſuch there attenders, As you thought offenders, Who now become new men, Youle know them for true men; For he we call cheife, Ile tell 't ye in breife, Is ſo farre from a theife, As he gives ye releife With his bread, beare, and beife And tis not long ſince Ye dranke of his Wine, And it made you fine; Both Clarret, and Sherrie, Then let us be merrie; And helpe with your call, For a Hall, a Hall. Stand up to the wall, Both good men, and tall, We are one mans all. THe fiſt of Auguſt, Will not let ſaw-duſt Lie in your throats, Or cobwebs, or Oates; But helpe to ſcoure ye. This is no Gowrie, Has drawne James hither, But the goodman of Bever, Our Buckinghams Father; Then ſo much the rather Make it a jolly night, For tis a holy night, Spight of the Conſtable, Or Mas Deane of Dunſtable. A Hall, a hall, a hall. WHy now ye behold, Twas truth that I told, And no deviſe; They are chang'd in a trice, And ſo will I, Be my ſelfe, by and by. I onely now Muſt ſtudie now To come off with a grace, With my Patrico's place: Some ſhort kind of bleſſing, It ſelfe addreſſing Unto my good Maſter, Which light on him faſter, Then wiſhes can flye. And you that ſtand by Be as jocund as I; Each man with his voyce, Give his heart to rejoyce, Which I'le requite, If my Art hit right, Though late now at night, Each Clowne here in ſight, Before day light, Shall prove a good Knight; And your Laſſes Pages Worthie their wages, Where fancie engages Girles to their ages. Oh any thing for the Patrico, what iſt? what iſt? Nothing, but beare the bob of the cloſe, It will be no bruthen you well may ſuppoſe. But bleſſe the Sov'raine, and his ſences, An to wiſh away offences, Let us alone, bleſſe the Sov'raine, and his ſences. Wee'll take them in order, as they have being, And firſt of ſeeing.