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 0.84 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
Mr. Constable You're in the right I promise you: I feel myself already growing from a watchman Into a headborough. How's that? thou shalt be A Constable within this half hour Mendwell, Carry thy staff with the red Cross and Dagger In as much state, as the best gold smith, That ere bore office in Cheapside; here's to thee, Hang care and Cozenage; let mercers use it In the dark shops: I am a Linen Draper, Love wit and Sack, and am resolved to thrive by't, When they shall break like bottles: Here let's canvas This quart, and then will bombast off another, And drink a health to Holland, and the mad boys That trail the puissant Pike there: how's that; do you peep? Please you hear a good song Gentlemen? These squeakers, do claim more Privilege in a Tavern, Than a man in office; into every room They thrust their frizzled heads; and I'd been at it With some distressed Damsel, that I had taken Late in my watch, thus I'd been served: i'll have An Edict made against them at Guild-Hall, Next sitting certainly. A very new song and please your worship's gentlemen. There you lie boy; I doubt it is some lamentable stuff, Oth' Swine-faced gentlewoman, and that you'll grunt out Worse than a parish Boar when he makes love Unto the vicar's sow; her story's stale boy, 'T has been already in two plays. An't please your worships, My song is of a Constable. How's that? a Constable, 'tis not myself; I hope i'm not exalted Into a ballad: Dare you sirrah abuse Officers in your Madrigals; you deserve, And so does he that made it, to be whipped for't. Pray hear it sir: 'tis no such matter on my credit. How's that? Well, on thy credit I will hear it. Call in your company; welcome my Masters: Here: wet your weasands first, than thunder forth Some lofty Sonnets in the praise of Constables; And never fear the whipping-post hereafter. SIng and rejoice, the day is gone. And the wholesome night appears. In which the Constable on Throne Of trusty bench, does with his Peers The comely watch; men sound of health, Sleep for the good o'th' Commonwealth. 'tis his office to do so, Being bound to keep the peace. And in quiet sleep all know Mortal jars, and lewd brawls cease: A Constable may then for's health, Sleep for the good o'th' Commonwealth. Unless with Nobler thoughts inspired, To the Tavern here sort, Where with Sack his Senses fired, He reigns as fairy King in Court; Drinking many a lusty health, Then sleeps for th' good o'th' Commonwealth. With a comely girl, whom late He had taken in his watch, Oft he steals out of the gate Her at the old sport to watch, Though it may impair his health, He sleeps with her for th' good o'th' Commonwealth.
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Mr. Constable Y'are in the right I promise you: I feele My selfe already growing from a watchman Into a head-borow. How's that? thou shalt be A Constable within this halfe houre Mendwell, Carry thy staffe with the red Crosse and Dagger In as much state, as the best gold smith, That ere bore office in Cheap-side; here's to thee, Hang care and Cosenage; let mercers use it In the darke shops: I am a Linnen Draper, Love wit and Sacke, and am resolv'd to thrive by't, When they shall break like bottles: Here lets nvas This quart, and then will bumbaste off another, And drinke a health to Holland, and the mad boyes That traile the puissant Pike there: how's that; doe you peepe? Please you hear a good song Gentlemen? These squeakers, doe claime more Priviledge in a Taverne, Then a man in office; into every roome They thrust their frisled heads; and Ide bin at it With some distressed Damsell, that I had taken Late in my watch, thus Ide bin serv'd: ile have An Edict made against them at Guild Hall, Next sitting certainely. A very new song and please your worships gentlemen. There you lye boy; I doubt it is some lamentable stuffe, Oth' Swine-fac'd gelewoman, and that youle grunt out Worse than a parish Boare when he makes love Unto the Vicars sow; her story's stale boy, 'T has beene already in two playes. An't please your worships, My song is of a Constable. How's that? a Constable, Tis not my selfe; I hope ime not exalted Into a ballad: Dare you sirrah abuse Officers in your Madrigalls; you deserve, And so does he that made , to be whipt for't. Pray heare it sir: tis no such matter on my credit. How's that? Well, on thy credit I will heare it. Callin your company; welcome my Master: Here: wet your first, then thund forth Some lofty Sonnets in the praise of Constables; And never feare the whipping-post hereafter. SIng and rejoyce, the day is gone. And the wholsome night appeares. In which the Constable on Throne Of trusty bench, does with his Peres The comely watch; men of health, Sleep for the good oth' Common-wealth. Tis his office to doe so, Being bound to keep the peace. And in quiet sleep all know Mortall jarre, and lewd brawles cease: A Constable may then for's health, Sleep for the good oth' Common-wealth. Vnlesse with Nobler thoughts inspir'd, To the Taverne here sort, Where with Sacke his Sences fir'd, He raignes as fairy King in Court; Drinking many a lusty health, Then sleepes for th' good oth' Common-wealth. With a comely girle, whom late He had taken in his watch, Oft he steales out of the gate Her at the old sport to watch, Though it may impaire his health, He sleeps with her for th' good oth' Common-wealth.