Jonson, Ben · published 1640 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, May 7] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men unassigned nearest T30 Constables, justices and the watch · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
He will do't add unguem, Miles Metaphor: He is a pretty fellow. I love not to keep shadows, or halfe-wits, To foil a business. Metaphor! you ha' seen A King ride forth in state. Sir that I have: King Edward our late Liege, and sovereign Lord: And have set down the pomp. Therefore I asked you. Ha' you observed the Messengers o' the Chamber? What habits they were in? Yes; Minor Coats. Unto the Guard, a Dragon, and a Greyhound, For the supporters of the Arms. Well marked; You know not any of 'hem? Here's one dwells In Marrowbone. Ha' you acquaintance with him? To borrow his coat an hour? Or but his badge, 'Twill serve: A little thing he wears on his breast. His coat, I say, is of more authority: Borrow his coat for an hour. I do love To do all things completely, Cannon Hugh; Borrow his coat, Miles Metaphor, or nothing. The Taberd of his office, I will call it, Or the Coat-Armour of his place: and so Insinuate with him by that Trope—. I know your powers of Rhetoric, Metaphor. Fetch him of in a fine figure for his coat I say. I'll take my leave Sir of your worship too: Because I may expect the issue anon. Stay my diviner Counsel, take your fee; We that take fees, allow 'em to our Counsel; And our prime learned Counsel, double fees: There are a brace of Angels to support you I' your foot-walke this frost, for fear of falling; Or spraying of a point of Matrimony, When you come at it. I' your worship's service; That the exploit is done, and you possessed Of Mistress Audrey Turf— I like your project. And I, of this effect of two to one; It worketh in my pocket, 'gainst the Squire, And his half bottom here, of half a piece: Which was not worth the stepping o'er the stile for: His Mother has quite marred him: Lady Tub, She's such a vessel of faeces: all dried earth! Terra damnata, not a drop of salt! Or Peter in her! All her Nitre is gone. Is the Nag ready Marten? call the Squire. This frosty morning we will take the air, About the fields: for I do mean to be Somebodies Valentine, i' my Velvet Gown, This morning, though it be but a beggar-man. Why stand you still, and do not call my son? Madam, if he had couched with the Lamb, He had no doubt been stirring with the Lark: But he sat up at Play, and watched the Cock, Till his first warning chid him of to rest. Late Watchers are no early Wakers, Madam; But if your Ladyship will have him called—. Will have him called? Wherhfore did I, Sir, bid him Be called, you Weasel, Vermin of an Usher? You will return your wit to your first stile Of Marten Polecat, by these stinking tricks, If you do use 'em: I shall no more call you Pol-marten, by the title of a Gentleman, If you go on thus—
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Hee will do't ad unguem, Miles Metaphore: Hee is a pretty fellow. I love not to keepe ſhadowes, or halfe-wits, To foile a buſines. Metaphore! you ha' ſeene A King ride forth in ſtate. Sir that I have: King Edward our late Leige, and ſoveraigne Lord: And have ſet downe the pompe. Therefore I ask'd you. Ha' you obſerv'd the Meſſengers o' the Chamber? What habits they were in? Yes; Minor Coats. Vnto the Guard, a Dragon, and a Grey-hound, For the ſupporters of the Armes. Well mark'd; You know not any of 'hem? Here's one dwels In Maribone. Ha' you acquaintance with him? To borrow his coat an houre? Or but his badge, 'Twill ſerve: A little thing he weares on his breſt. His coat, I ſay, is of more authority: Borrow his coat for an houre. I doe love To doe all things compleately, Chanon Hugh; Borrow his coat, Miles Metaphore, or nothing. The Taberd of his office, I will call it, Or the Coat-Armour of his place: and ſo Inſinuate with him by that Trope—. I know your powers of Rhetorick, Metaphore. Fetch him off in a fine figure for his coat I ſay. Ile take my leave Sir of your worſhip too: Bycauſe I may expect the iſſue anone. Stay my diviner Counſell, take your fee; Wee that take fees, allow 'hem to our Counſell; And our prime learned Counſell, double fees: There are a brace of Angels to ſupport you I' your foot-walke this froſt, for feare of falling; Or ſpraying of a point of Matrimony, When you come at it. I' your worſhips ſervice; That the exploit is done, and you poſſeſt Of Mrs. Awdrey Turfe— I like your project. And I, of this effect of two to one; It worketh in my pocket, 'gainſt the Squire, And his halfe bottome here, of halfe a peice: Which was not worth the ſtepping ore the ſtile for: His Mother has quite marr'd him: Lady Tub, She's ſuch a veſſell of faeces: all dry'd earth! Terra damnata, not a drop of ſalt! Or Peeter in her! All her Nitre is gone. Is the Nag ready Marten? call the Squire. This froſty morning wee will take the aire, About the fields: for I doe meane to be Some-bodies Valentine, i' my Velvet Gowne, This morning, though it be but a beggar-man. Why ſtand you ſtill, and doe not call my ſonne? Madam, if he had couched with the Lambe, He had no doubt beene ſtirring with the Larke: But he ſat up at Play, and watch'd the Cock, Till his firſt warning chid him off to reſt. Late Watchers are no early Wakers, Madam; But if your Ladiſhip will have him call'd—. Will have him call'd? Wherefore did I, Sir, bid him Be call'd, you Weazell, Vermin of an Huiſher? You will returne your wit to your firſt ſtile Of Marten Polcat, by theſe ſtinking tricks, If you doe uſe 'hem: I ſhall no more call you Pol-marten, by the title of a Gentleman, If you goe on thus—