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 0.87 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
O my Father, and Mother! Husband, what do you mean? Son Clay for God's sake— I charge you in the Queen's name, keep the peace. Tell me o' no Queen, or Keysar: I must have A leg, or a haunch of him, ere I go. But sir, You must obey the Queen's high Officers. Why must I, Goodman Must? You must, an you will. Gentleman, I'm here for fault, high Constable— Are you so? what than? I pray you Sir put up Your weapons; do, at my request: For him, On my authority, he shall lie by the heels, Verbatim continente, an I live. Out on him for a knave, what a dead fright He has put me into? Come Audrey, do not shake. But is not Puppy hurt? nor the t'other man? Not Bun; but had not I cried Murder, I wiss— Sweet Goodman Clench, I pray you revise my Mr. I may not zit i' the stocks, till the wedding be passed Dame. Mistress Audrey: I shall break the Bridecake else. Zomething must be, to save authority, Puppy. Husband— And Gossip— Father— Treat me not. It is i' vain. If he lie not by the heels, I'll lie there for ' hun. I'll teach the Hine, To carry a tongue in his head, to his subperiors. This's a wise Constable! where keeps he school? In Kentish Town, a very survere man. But as survere as he is; Let me Sir tell him, He sha' not lay his man by the heels for this. This was my quarrel: And by his office leave, If't carry ' hun for this, it shall carry double; for he shall carry me too. Breach of man! He is my chattel, mine own hired goods: An if you do abet ' un in this matter, I'll clap you both by the heels, ankle to ankle. You'll clap a dog of wax as soon, old Blurt? Come, spare not me, Sir; I am no man's wife: I care not, I, Sir, not three skips of a Louse for you, And you were ten tall Constables, not I Nay, pray you Sir, be not angry; but content: My man shall make you, what amendss you'll ask ' hun. Let ' hun mend his manners than, and know his betters: It's all I ask ' hun: and 'twill be his own; And's Master's too, another day. I vore ' hun. As right as a Club, still. Zure this angry man Speaks very near the mark, when he is pleased. I thank you Sir, an I meet you at Kentish Town, I ha' the courtesy o' hundred for you. Gramercy, good high Constables Hine. But hear you? Mass: Constable, I have other manner o' matter, To bring you about, than this. And so it is, I do belong to one o'the Queen's Captains; A Gentleman o' the Field, one Captain Thums: I know not, whether you know ' hun, or no: It may be You do, and it may be you do not again.
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O my Father, and Mother! Husband, what doe you meane? Sonne Clay for Gods ſake— I charge you in the Queenes name, keepe the peace. Tell me o' no Queene, or Keyſar: I muſt have A legge, or a hanch of him, ere I goe. But zir, You muſt obey the Queenes high Officers. Why muſt I, Good-man Muſt? You muſt, an' you wull. Gentleman, I'am here for fault, high Conſtable— Are you zo? what then? I pray you Sir put up Your weapons; doe, at my requeſt: For him, On my authority, he ſhall lie by the heeles, Verbatim continente, an' I live. Out on him for a knave, what a dead fright He has put me into? Come Awdrey, doe not ſhake. But is not Puppy hurt? nor the tother man? No Bun; but had not I cri'd Murder, I wuſſe— Sweet Good-man Clench, I pray you reviſe my Mr. I may not zit i' the ſtocks, till the wedding be paſt Dame. Mrs. Awdrey: I ſhall breake the Bride-cake elſe. Zomething muſt be, to ſave authority, Puppy. Husband— And Goſſip— Father— 'Treat mee not. It is i' vaine. If he lye not by the heeles, Ile lie there for 'hun. Ile teach the Hine, To carry a tongue in his head, to his ſubperiors. This's a wiſe Conſtable! where keepes he ſchoole? In Kentiſh Towne, a very ſurvere man. But as ſurvere as he is; Let me Sir tell him, He ſha' not lay his man by the heees for this. This was my quarrell: And by his office leave, If't carry 'hun for this, it ſhall carry double; Vor he ſhall carry me too. Breach of man! Hee is my chattell, mine owne hired goods: An' if you doe abet 'un in this matter, Ile clap you both by the heeles, ankle to ankle. You'll clap a dog of waxe as ſoone, old Blurt? Come, ſpare not me, Sir; I am no mans wife: I care not, I, Sir, not three skips of a Lowſe for you, And you were ten tall Conſtables, not I. Nay, pray you Sir, be not angry; but content: My man ſhall make you, what amends you'll aske 'hun. Let 'hun mend his manners then, and know his betters: It's all I aske 'hun: and 'twill be his owne; And's Maſters too, another day. Che vore 'hun. As right as a Club, ſtill. Zure this angry man Speakes very neere the marke, when he is pleas'd. I thanke you Sir, an' I meet you at Kentiſh Towne, I ha' the courteſie o' hundred for you. Gramercy, good high Conſtables Hine. But hear you? Maſſ: Conſtable, I have other manner o' matter, To bring you about, then this. And ſo it is, I doe belong to one o'the Queenes Captaines; A Gent'man o' the Field, one Captaine Thum's: I know not, whether you know 'hun, or no: It may be You doe, and 't may be you doe not againe.