Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638; revised 1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T30 Constables, justices and the watch · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
We cannot prophesy. Thou art a fool then, Does not the harmony of my good parts Speak me the conqueror of all beauties Thorowgood. The wenches are on fire for me. Their bloods Are always hot i'th' dog-days: but good Valentine Be serious, did their maid bring news of love From either of them? From both, from both, now wert for the statute, That Bigamy my tender conscience Would not much be oppressed to have two wives, But one of them thy Pinnace, thou shalt man her: But I delay too long, I must go meet them; I long to be a kissing, pray heaven their breath Smell not of Marmalade, 'twill turn my stomach. You'll practise our design I hope. Methodically: farewell boys. Pray be you Sir Timothy, know his entrance: 'tis such another madcap my Scene is. Nay, come forward Land lord Spoilt else. 'tis my Cousin's lodgings, pray be bold in't, As is my Chamber. Cosen this is a Constable. He comes not with a warrant. No, I'll warrant you, I Brought him Sir to see you; he's a wit, A very wit, or as the moderns term it, A spark, a mere spark, such a one as I am, Since I left off those idle toys called books, He'll take Tobacco too, and with a grace Spit i'th' rubbed chamber, though his testy wife, Cry fie upon him: he's a very spark, and worthy your acquaintance. Come forward sir, you stand as if you'd cozened One of them with bad linen; pray advance, My Master is your Leader. Save you gentlemen. You're very welcome Sir, my Cosen speaks you A Citizen of rank. That you bear office Of honour in your parish. That you're witty, Or as he says a spark. Nay, a good fellow. 'tis granted gentlemen, This is my Character, I am by trade A Linen Draper. Would trust me For forty els of Holland? Ha, how's that sir? I have more wit I thank you: cause you seem A Gentleman of quality, I care not To venture as much cambric as shall make Your Crush a gorget, but no farther, sir, There is no wit in't: how's that Mr. Holdfast? You are a spark still Landlord. I'll swear in this he's witty. 'tis my humour, My wit has half and one me long ere this; But for my wit I'd be an Alderman, And twirled a ponderous chain upon the bench, With as much grace as can the formalst of them: I should have fined for Sheriff, but all Guild-Hall Hearing I was a wit, cried out upon him, 'twill breed an alteration in the Senate, To have a wit amongst them. How's that sir? And so you missed preferment. And continue Ith' state of wisdom still; an humble Constable? Yes, and an honest one, I'll say that for him, He ne'er stopped wench in's watch. How's that? I scorn it, I've stopped a hundred in my time: how's that sir? You relish wit I see.
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We cannot prophecy. Thou art a foole then, Does not the harmony of my good parts Speake me the conqueror of all beauties Thorowgood. The wenches are on fire for me. Their bloods Are alwayes ith' Dogdayes: but good Valentine Be serious, did their maid bring newes of love From either of them? From both, from both, now wert for the statute, That Bigamy my tender conscience Would not much be oppress'd to have two wives, But one of them thy Pinnace, thou shalt man her: But J delay too long, I must goe meete them; I long to be a kissing, pray heaven their breath Smell not of Marmalade, 'twill turne my stomacke. You'll practice our designe I hope. Methodically: farewell boyes. Pray be you Sir Timothy, know his entrance: Tis such another mad-cap my Scene is. Nay, come forward Land lord Spoild else. Tis my Cosen lodgings, pray be bold in't, As is my Chamber. Cosen this is a Constable. He comes not with a warrant. No, Ile warrant you, I Brought him Sir to see you; he's a wit, A very wit, or as the modernes terme it, A sparke, a meere sparke, such a one as I am▪ Since I left off those idle toyes cald books, He'll take Tobacco too, and with a grace Spit ith' rub'd chamber, though his testy wife, Crye fie upon him: he's a very sparke, and worthy your acquaintance. Come forward sir, you stand as if you'd cosen'd One of them with bad linnen; pray advance, My Master is your Leader. Save you gentlemen. Y'are very welcome Sir, my Cosen speakes you A Citizen of ranke. That you beare office Of honour in your parish. That y'are witty, Or as he sayes a sparke. Nay, a good fellow. Tis granted gentlemen, This is my Character, I am by trade A Linnen Draper. Would trust me For forty ells of Holland? Ha, how's that sir? I have more wit I thanke you: cause you seeme A Gentleman of quality, I care not To venture as much Cambricke as shall make Your Crush a gorget, but o farther, sir, There is no wit in't: how's that Mr. Holdfast? You are a sparke still Landlord. Ile sweare in this he's witty. Tis my humour, My wit has halfe and one me long ere this; But for my wit Ide beie an Alderman, And twirld a pondrou chaine upon the bench, With as much grace as can the formalst of them: I should have fin'd for Sheriffe, but all Guild Hall Hearing I was a wit, cry'd out upon him, Twill breed an alteration in the Senate, To have a wit amongst them. How's that sir? And so you mist preferment▪ And continue Ith' state of wisedome still; an humble Constable? Yes, and an honest one, ie say that for him, He ne're stop'd wench in's watch. How's that? I scorne it, I've stopt a hundred in my time: how's that sir? You relish wit I see.