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 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
Not, I assure you on my Constable-ship, I do not know ' hun. Nor I neither i' faith. It skills not much; my Captain, and myself, Having occasion to come riding by, here, This morning, at the corner of Saint John's wood, Some mile o' this Town, were set upon By a sort of country fellows: that not only Beaten us, but robbed us, most sufficiently; And bond us to our behaviour, hand and foot; And so they left us. Now, Don Constable, I am to charge you in her Majesty's name, As you will answer it at your peril, That forthwith you raise Hue and Cry i' the Hundred, For all such persons as you can dispect, By the length and breadth, o' your office: vor I tell you, The loss is of some value, therefore look to't. As Fortune mend me, now, or any office Of a thousand pound, if I know what to zay, Would I were dead; or vaire hanged up at Tyburn, If I do know what course to take; or how To turn myself; just at this time too, now, My Daughter is to bemarried: I'll but go To Pancridge Church, hard by, and return instantly, And all my Neighbourhood shall go about it. Tut, Pancridge me no Pancridge, if you let it Slip, you will answer it, and your Cap be of wool; Therefore take heed, you'll feel the smart else, Constable. Nay, good Sir stay. Neighbours! what think you o' this? Faith, Man—. Odd precious woman, hold your tongue; And mind your pigs o' the spit at home; you must Have Over in every thing. Pray you Sir, what kind Of fellows were they? Theev's kind, I ha' told you. I mean, what kind of men? Men of our make. Nay, but with patience, Sir, we that are Officers Must 'quire the special marks, and all the tokens Of the despected parties, or perhaps— else, Be ne'er the ne'er of our purpose in ' prehending 'hem. Can you tell, what ' apparel any of them wore? Troth no: there were so many o' hun, all like So one another: Now I remember me, There was one busy fellow, was their Leader; A blunt squat swad, but lower than yourself, He ' had on a Leather Doublet, with long points. And a pair of pin'd-up breech's, like pudding bags: With yellow stockings, and his hat turned up With a silver Clasp, on his leer side. By these Marks it should be Iohn Clay, now bless the man! Peace, and be naught: I think the woman be phrensick. Iohn Clay? what's he, good Mistress? He that shall be My husband— How! your husband, pretty one? Yes, I shall anon be married: That's he. Passion o' me, undone! Bless Masters son! O you are well' prehended: know you me Sir? No's my record: I never zaw you avore. You did not? where were your eyes than? out at washing?
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No, I aſſure you on my Conſtable-ſhip, I doe not know 'hun. Nor I neither i' faith. It skils not much; my Captaine, and my ſelfe, Having occaſion to come riding by, here, This morning, at the corner of Saint Iohn's wood, Some mile o' this Towne, were ſet upon By a ſort of countrey fellowes: that not onely Beat us, but rob'd us, moſt ſufficiently; And bound us to our behaviour, hand and foot; And ſo they left us. Now, Don Conſtable, I am to charge you in her Majeſties name, As you will anſwer it at your apperill, That forth-with you raiſe Hue and Cry i' the Hundred, For all ſuch perſons as you can diſpect, By the length and bredth, o' your office: vor I tell you, The loſſe is of ſome value, therefore looke to't. As Fortune mend me, now, or any office Of a thouſand pound, if I know what to zay, Would I were dead; or vaire hang'd up at Tiburne, If I doe know what courſe to take; or how To turne my ſelfe; juſt at this time too, now, My Daughter is to bemarried: Ile but goe To Pancridge Church, hard by, and returne inſtantly, And all my Neighbour-hood ſhall goe about it. Tut, Pancridge me no Pancridge, if you let it Slip, you will anſwer it, and your Cap be of wooll; Therefore take heed, you'll feele the ſmart elſe, Conſtable. Nay, good Sir ſtay. Neighbours! what thinke you o' this? Faith, Man—. Odd pretious woman, hold your tongue; And mind your pigs o' the ſpit at home; you muſt Have Ore in every thing. Pray you Sir, what kind Of fellowes were they? Theev's kind, I ha' told you. I meane, what kind of men? Men of our make. Nay, but with patience, Sir, we that are Officers Muſt 'quire the ſpeciall markes, and all the tokens Of the deſpected parties, or perhaps—elſe, Be nere the nere of our purpoſe in 'prehending 'hem. Can you tell, what 'parrell any of them wore? Troth no: there were ſo many o' hun, all like So one another: Now I remember me, There was one buſie fellow, was their Leader; A blunt ſquat ſwad, but lower then your ſelfe, He' had on a Lether Doublet, with long points. And a paire of pin'd-up breech's, like pudding bags: With yellow ſtockings, and his hat turn'd up With a ſilver Claſpe, on his leere ſide. By theſe Markes it ſhould be Iohn Clay, now bleſſe the man! Peace, and be nought: I thinke the woman be phrenſick. Iohn Clay? what's he, good Miſtris? He that ſhall be My husband— How! your husband, pretty one? Yes, I ſhall anone be married: That's he. Paſſion o' me, undone! Bleſſe Maſters ſonne! O you are well 'prehended: know you me Sir? No's my record: I never zaw you avore. You did not? where were your eyes then? out at waſhing?