Jonson, Ben · published 1640 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, May 7] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men T30 Constables, justices and the watch typicality 0.72 · 536 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
NOT State-affairs, nor any politic Club, Pretend we in our Tale, here, of a Tub. But acts of Clowns and Constables, to day Stuffe out the Scenes of our ridiculous Play. A Cooper's wit, or some such busy Spark, Illumining the high Constable, and his Clerk. And all the Neighbourhood, from old Records, Of antic Proverbs, drawn from Whitson-Lord's, And their Authorities, at Wakes and Ales, With country precedents, and old Wives Tales; We bring you now, to show what different things The Coats of Clowns, are from the Courts of Kings. NOw o' my faith, old Bishop Valentine, You ' ha' brought us nipping weather: Februere Doth cut and shear; your day, and diocese Are very cold. All your Parishioners; As well your Layicks, as your Choristers, Had need to keep to their warm Featherbeds, If they be sped of loves: this is no season, To seek new Makes in; though Sir Hugh of Pancras, Be hither come to Totten, on intelligence, To the young Lord o' the Manor, Squire Tripoli, On such an errand as a Mistress is. What, Squire! I say? I should call him too: Sir Peter Tub was his father, a Salt-peeter-man; Who left his Mother, Lady Tub of Totten- Court, here, to revel, and keep open house in; With the young Squire her son, and's Governor Basket- Hilts, both by sword, and dagger: Domine, Armiger Tub, Squire Tripoli, Expergiscere. I dare not call aloud, jest she should hear me; And think I conjured up the spirither, son, In Priests-lack- latine: O she is jealous Of all mankind for him. Cannon, is't you? The Vicar of Pancras, Squire Tub! wa ' hoh! I come, I stoop unto the call; Sir Hugh! He knows my lure is from his Love: fair Audrey, Th'high Constables Daughter of Kentish Town, here Mr. Tobias Turf. What news of him? He has waked me, An hour before I would, Sir. And my duty, To the young worship of Totten-Court, Squire Tripoli; Who hath my heart, as I have his: your Mrs. Is to be made away from you, this morning, Saint Valentine's day: there are a knot of Clowns, The Counsel of Finsbury, so they are y-styled, Met at her Fathers; all the wise o'th' hundred; Old Basi ' Clench of Hamsted, petty Constable; In-and-In Medlay, Cooper of Islington, And Headborough; with loud Topan the Tinker, Or Mettall-man of Belsise, the Thirdborough: And D'ogenes Scriben, the great Writer of Chalcot. And why all these? Sir to conclude in Counsel, A Husband, or a Make for Mrs. Audrey; Whom they have named, and pricked down, Clay of Kilborne, A tough young fellow, and a Tile-maker. And what must he do? Cover her, they say: And keep her warm Sir: Mistress Audrey Turf, Last night did draw him for her Valentine; Which chance, it hath so taken her Father, and Mother, (Because themselves drew so, on Valentine's Eve Was thirty year) as they will have her married To day by any means; they have sent a Messenger To Kilborne, post, for Clay; which when I knew, I posted with the like to worshipful Tripoli, The Squire of Totten: and my advice to cross it. What is't Sir Hugh?
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NO State-affaires, nor any politique Club, Pretend wee in our Tale, here, of a Tub. But acts of Clownes and Conſtables, to day Stuffe out the Scenes of our ridiculous Play. A Coopers wit, or ſome ſuch buſie Sparke, Illumining the high Conſtable, and his Clarke. And all the Neighbour-hood, from old Records, Of antick Proverbs, drawne from Whitſon-Lord's, And their Authorities, at Wakes and Ales, With countrey precedents, and old Wives Tales; Wee bring you now, to ſhew what different things The Cotes of Clownes, are from the Courts of Kings. NOw o' my faith, old Biſhop Valentine, You' ha' brought us nipping weather: Februere Doth cut and ſheare; your day, and dioceſſe Are very cold. All your Pariſhioners; As well your Layicks, as your Quiriſters, Had need to keepe to their warme Fether-beds, If they be ſped of loves: this is no ſeaſon, To ſeeke new Makes in; though Sir Hugh of Pancrace, Be hither come to Totten, on intelligence, To the young Lord o' the Mannor, Squire Tripoly, On ſuch an errand as a Miſtris is. What, Squire! I ſay? I ſhould call him too: Sir Peter Tub was his father, a Salt-peeter-man; Who left his Mother, Lady Tub of Totten- Court, here, to revell, and keepe open houſe in; With the young Squire her ſonne, and's Governour Basket- Hilts, both by ſword, and dagger: Domine, Armiger Tub, Squire Tripoly, Expergiſcere. I dare not call aloud, leſt ſhe ſhould heare me; And thinke I conjur'd up the ſpirither, ſonne, In Prieſts-lack-latine: O ſhee is jealous Of all man-kind for him. Chanon, i'ſt you? The Vicar of Pancrace, Squire Tub! wa' hoh! I come, I ſtoop unto the call; Sir Hugh! He knowes my lure is from his Love: faire Awdrey, Th'high Conſtables Daughter of Kentiſh Towne, here Mr. Tobias Turfe. What newes of him? He has wak'd me, An houre before I would, Sir. And my duty, To the young worſhip of Totten-Court, Squire Tripoly; Who hath my heart, as I have his: your Mrs. Is to be made away from you, this morning, Saint Valentines day: there are a knot of Clownes, The Counſell of Finsbury, ſo they are y-ſtyl'd, Met at her Fathers; all the wiſe o'th' hundred; Old Baſi' Clench of Hamſted, petty Conſtable; In-and-In Medlay, Cooper of Iſlington, And Headborough; with lowd To-Pan the Tinker, Or Mettall-man of Belſiſe, the Third-borough: And D'ogenes Scriben, the great Writer of Chalcot. And why all theſe? Sir to conclude in Counſell, A Husband, or a Make for Mrs. Awdrey; Whom they have nam'd, and prick'd downe, Clay of Kilborne, A tough young fellow, and a Tile-maker. And what muſt he doe? Cover her, they ſay: And keepe her warme Sir: Mrs. Awdrey Turfe, Laſt night did draw him for her Valentine; Which chance, it hath ſo taken her Father, and Mother, (Becauſe themſelves drew ſo, on Valentine's Eve Was thirty yeare) as they will have her married To day by any meanes; they have ſent a Meſſenger To Kilborne, poſt, for Clay; which when I knew, I poſted with the like to worſhipfull Tripoly, The Squire of Totten: and my adviſe to croſſe it. What is't Sir Hugh?