The Constant Maid (Love Will Find Out the Way) · chunk 21 of 32
Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1630(?)-1640] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T30 Constables, justices and the watch · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
Stay, I have been too passionate, let him live To be her punishment; that's revenge enough, While I pursue my own ways. Whither now? Whither thou must not follow, by thy honesty, I charge thee come not after me. That binds my attendance, sir. But not when I command The contrary, if thou dost move this way, Thou drawest my anger; Mind the preservation Of the tame thing you undertook; Farewell, If thou dost love me, follow not, nor question 'Tis in my power to lose thee or myself. I cannot see i'th' darke with spectacles, And mine own eyes ha' lost him o'the sudden; Well, I must hope the best; What shall I do With my hen-hearted lover, that would give Half his estate his cold fit were well over: I shall make work for the Physicians: Candles and cullises will ne'er restore him; If he but scape with life, I am not sorry, He may be a soldier, and endure the trenches; I put him first to the becoming sufferance: But what are these? an army of horns and Halberds? Upon my conscience, the Watch; I thought The fields had not been haunted with these goblins: I cannot run; If I should squat, and they find me, There were no mercy but Bridewell, Or some such lovely place; I am resolved To cast away a few good words upon 'em, A leg and worshipping; the Constable That leads the rusty Regiment will quit me, I pass the gates wo't often, and so may The devil if he pay the Porter; bless you: My masters what o'clock is't? Who's there? I charge you stand. Your worship may do much. Where have you been? At Islington, and please you, about business. Some thief, I warrant him, no honest man, I know by his basket hilt, some rogue that watches, The fields are pestered with such sturdy robbers. He is a rogue that watches, for my part. He calls my watchmen rogues. How Mr. Constable? you are one yourself. A way with him. Good Sir. We will provide you a lodging. Where? New prison. But are you in earnest, Gentlemen? If there be no remedy. We'll humble you. I have a companion hereabouts: where are you Sir? Here in the ditch. They seldom go alone: We'll find him out; ha sirrah. I thank you honest men: where art thou Close? Here; these good men will help us to a lodging. Blessing on their hearts, I am almost starved. Yes, we'll do you that favour; Come away, sir. Whether shall we go now? To prison. How, Close? You shallbe close enough. D''ee hear, sweet Gentlemen? I follow, Sir, I cannot leave you in adversity; All this is for your health, clean straw is warm, sir; You have the benefit of being naked: I shall have work tomorrow in the woollen. Away, away; bring them away. I heard some noise; look, call up the servants, See if the Gentlemen be a-bed; I'm troubled. Oh Mistress?
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Stay, I have been too passionate, let him live To be her punishment; that's revenge enough, While I pursue my owne wayes. Whither now? Whither thou must not follow, by thy honesty, I charge thee come not after me. That bindes my attendance, sir. But not when I command The contrary, if thou dost move this way, Thou drawest my anger; Minde the preservation Of the tame thing you undertooke; Farewell, If thou dost love me, follow not, nor question 'Tis in my power to loose thee or my selfe. I cannot see i'th'darke with spectacles, And mine owne eyes ha' lost him o'the luddaine; Well, I must hope the best; What shall I do With my hen-hearted lover, that would give Halfe his estate his colde fit were well over: I shall make worke for the Phystians: Candles and Cullices will nere restore him; If he but scape with life, I am not sorry, He may be a souldier, and indure the trenches; I put him first to the becomming sufferance: But what are these? an army of hornes and Halberds? Upon my conscience, the Watch; I thought The fields had not been haunted with these goblins: I cannot run; If I should squat, and they finde me▪ There were no mercy but Bride-well, Or some such lovely place; I am resolv'd To cast away a few good words upon 'em, A leg and worshipping; the Constable That leads the rusty Regiment will quit me, I passe the gates wo't often, and so may The devill if he pay the Porter; blesse you: My masters what a clocke is't? Who's theere? I charge you stand. Your worship may do much. Where have you beene? At Islington, and please you, about businesse. Some thiefe, I warrant him, no honest man, I know by his basket hil, some rogue that watches, The fields are pester'd with such sturdy robbers. He is a rogue that watches, for my part. He cals my watchmen rogues. How Mr. Constable? you are one your selfe. A way with him. Good Sir. We will provide you a lodging. Where? New prison. But are you in earnest, Gentlemen? If there be no remedy. We'll humble you. I have a companion hereabouts: where are you Sir? Here in the ditch. They seldome go alone: We'll finde him out; ha sirra. I thanke you honest men: where art thou Close? Here; these good men will helpe us to a lodging. Blessing on their hearts, I am almost starv'd. Yes, we'll do you that favour; Come away, sir. Whether shall we go now? To prison. How, Close? You shalbe close enough. D'ee heare, sweet Gentlemen? I follow, Sir, I cannot leave you in adversity; All this is for your health, cleane straw is warme, sir; You have the benefit of being naked: I shall have worke to morrow in the woollen. Away, away; bring them away. I heard some noise; looke, al up the servants, See if the Gentlmn be a bed; I'm troubled. Oh Mistris?