Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638; revised 1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit T30 Constables, justices and the watch typicality 0.83 · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
How's that hang it, It is heretical: Sack's the orthodoxal liquour: and now I think on't, you two, and Mendwell Shall with me to th' Saint John's head: there is A cup of pure Canary, and we have it, 'twill break your heads, your own bills, And wear your lanterns in your noses bullies: My masters, you that stay behind observe My charge with strictness, and if any business Be of importance, call me. Now my masters, Shall I expound a motion to you, shall we Share, and share like this money? With all our hearts. Omnes. Let's see what comes it to a piece: there's eleven groats, And we are five of us, that is— that is, let me see seven pence a piece. No, no, I lie, 'tis eight pence, and six pence over. Right, right, this it is to be book-learned, He's a good Arithmetician: but stay neighbours, Here comes more company: come before the Constable. This is the government the city keeps, How do you lik't Sir Geoffrey? Very well, I do not think all Christendom affords The like for formal discipline. Leave your prating, And come before the Constable, though he be not Here himself, there's those that can examine you? You do well masters to keep diligent watch, There's many varlets at these hours commit Disorders in the City: Where's the constable? Good master Alderman, I cry your worship mercy, Because your worship wanted your worshipful horse. We did not know you: Mr. Constable And please your worship is but at next door Drinking a pint of sack How at a Tavern? At the Saint John's head, And please your worship, where if your worship please, You may have excellent sack, and please your worship. This is the foul'st enormity I ever Heard on i'th' city, that a Constable, Who ought to see good orders kept, should be At these unlawful hours, breeding disorder, And in an open Tavern. Good Sir Geoffrey Bear me but company, I'll make the knave A fair example to all men in office, how they Come near a bush: watchmen look well To the charge committed to you: for your Constable, I'll make him kiss the counter, light on Formal. A shrewd man this, if ere he live to be Lord Majors, ha mercy upon us; neighbours surely 'tis very late, and I was up till twelve Last night a mending my wife's bodies, shall we Each to his bulk and take a nod? Agreed, agreed. Set down your trusty Bills my sparks, and let us Watch o'er a cup of Sack, here 'tis will make you Each one an Alderman: a bigger glass boy, I do not love these thimbles, they are fit For none but precise Tailors, that do sip, In zeal, and swear cuds nigs over their wine, To cheat their customers: so this is something. A score or two of these my sparks, will set Our brains a float, and then we'll talk as wisely, As all the common Counsel, how's that now?
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How's that hang it, It is hereticall: Sack's the Orthodoxall Liquor: and now I thinke ont, you two, and Mendwell Shall with me to th' Saint Johns head: there is A cup of pure Canary, and wee have it, Twill breake your heads, your owne bills, And weare your Lanthornes in your noses bullies: My masters, you that stay behinde observe My charge with strictnesse, and if any businesse Be of importance, call me. Now my masters, Shall I expound a motion to you, shall wee Share, and share like this mony? With all our hearts▪ Omnes ▪ Lets see what comes it to a peece▪ there's eleven groats, And we are five of us, that is — that is, let me see seven pence a piece. No, no, I lye, tis eight pence, and six pence over. Right, right, this it is to be booke-learn'd, He's a good Arimetician: but stay neighbours, Here comes more company: come before the Constable. This is the government the city keepes, How doe you lik't Sir Geffery? Very well, I doe not thinke all Christendome affoords The like for formall discipline. Leave your pratin, And come before the Constable, though he be not Here himselfe, theres those that can examine you? You doe well masters to keepe diligent watch, Theres many varlets at these houres commit Disorders in the City: Wheres the constable? Good master Alderman, I cry your worship mercy, Because your worship wanted your worshipfull horse. We did not know you: Mr. Constable And please your worship is but at next doore Drinking a pint of sacke How at a Taverne? At the Saint Johns head▪ And please your worship, where if your worship please, You may have excellent scke, and please your worship. This is the fowlst enormity I ever Heard on ith' city, that a Constable, Who ought to see good orders kep, should be At these unlawfull houres, breeding disorder▪ And in an open Taverne. Good Sir Geffery Beare me but company, Ile make the knave A faire example to all men in office, how they Come nere a bush: watchmen looke well To the charge committed to you: for your Constable, Ile make him kisse the counter, light on Formall. A shrewd man this, if ere he live to be Lord Majors, ha mercy upon us; neighbours surely Tis very late, and I was up till twelve Last night a mending my wives bodies, shall we Each to his bulke and take a nod? Agreed, agreed. Set downe your trusty Bills my sparkes, and let us Watch ore a cup of Sacke, here tis will make you Each one an Alderman: a bigger glasse boy, I doe not love these thimbles, they are fit For none but precise Taylors, that doe sip, In zeale, and sweare cuds nigs over their wine, To cheat their customers: so this is something. A score or two of these my sparkes, will set Our braines a floate, and then weel talke as wisely, As all the common Counsell, how's that now?