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 0.73 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
Who keeps the house here? Why the door, and walls Do keep the house. I ask than, who's within? Not you that are without. Look forth, and speak. Into the street, here. Come before my Lady. Before my Lady? Lord have mercy upon me: If I do come before her, she will see The handsomest man in all the Town, perdie! Now stand I vore her, what zaith velvet she? Sirrah, whoseman are you? Madam, my Masters. And who's thy Master? What you tread on, Madam. I tread on an old Turf. That Turfe's my Master. A merry fellow! what's thy name? Ball Puppy They call me at home: abroad, Hannibal Puppy. Come hither, I must kiss thee, Valentine Puppy. Wisp! ha you got you a Valentine? None, Madam; He's the first stranger that I saw. To me He is so, and such. Let's share him equally. Help, help good Dame. A rescue, and in time. In stead of Bills, with Colstaves come; in stead of Spears, with Spits; Your slices serve for slicing swords, to save me, and my wits: A Lady, and her woman here, their Usher eke by side, (But he stands mute) have plotted how your Puppy to divide. How now? what noise is this with you, Ball Puppy? O Dame! And fellows o'the Kitchen! Arm, Arm, for my safety; if you love your Ball: Here is a strange thing, called a Lady, a Madam: And a device of hers, yclept her woman; Have plotted on me, in the King's highway, To steal me from myself, and cut me in halves, To make one Valentine to serve 'em both; This for my rightside, that my lefthand love. So saucy, Puppy? to use no more reverence Unto my Lady, and her velvet Gown? Turfe's wife, rebuke him not: Your man doth please me With his conceit. Hold: there are ten old nobles, To make thee merrier yet, half- Valentine. I thank you rightside: could my left as much, 'Twould make me a man of mark: young Hannibal! Dido, shall make that good; or I will for her. Here Dido Wisp, there's for your Hannibal: He is your Countryman. as well as Valentine. Here Mr. Hannibal: my Lady's bounty For her poor woman, Wisp. Brave Carthage Queen! And such was Dido: I will ever be Champion to her, who Iuno is to thee. Your Ladyship is very welcome here. Please you, good Madam, to go near the house. Turfe's wife, I come thus far to seek thy husband, Having some business to impart unto him. Is he at home? O no, and't shall please you: He is posted hence to Pancridge with a witness. Young Justice Bramble has kept level coil Here in our Quarters, stole away our Daughter, And Mr. Turfe's run after, as he can, To stop the marriage, if it will be stopped. Madam, these tidings are not much amiss! For if the Justice have the Maid in keep, You need not fear the marriage of your son.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Who keepes the houſe here? Why the doore, and wals Doe keepe the houſe. I aske then, who's within? Not you that are without. Looke forth, and ſpeake. Into the ſtreet, here. Come before my Lady. Before my Lady? Lord have mercy upon me: If I doe come before her, ſhee will ſee The hand-ſom'ſt man in all the Towne, pardee! Now ſtand I vore her, what zaith velvet ſhe? Sirrah, whoſeman are you? Madam, my Maſters. And who's thy Maſter? What you tread on, Madam. I tread on an old Turfe. That Turfe's my Maſter. A merry fellow! what's thy name? Ball Puppy They call me at home: abroad, Hanniball Puppy. Come hither, I muſt kiſſe thee, Valentine Puppy. Wiſpe! ha' you got you a Valentine? None, Madam; He's the firſt ſtranger that I ſaw. To me Hee is ſo, and ſuch. Let's ſhare him equally. Helpe, helpe good Dame. A reskue, and in time. In ſtead of Bils, with Colſtaves come; in ſtead of Speares, with Spits; Your ſlices ſerve for ſlicing ſwords, to ſave me, and my wits: A Lady, and her woman here, their Huiſher eke by ſide, (But he ſtands mute) have plotted how your Puppy to divide. How now? what noiſe is this with you, Ball Puppy? Oh Dame! And fellowes o'the Kitchin! Arme, Arme, for my ſafety; if you love your Ball: Here is a ſtrange thing, call'd a Lady, a Mad-dame: And a device of hers, yclept her woman; Have plotted on me, in the Kings high-way, To ſteale me from my ſelfe, and cut me in halfes, To make one Valentine to ſerve 'hem both; This for my right-ſide, that my left-hand love. So ſawcy, Puppy? to uſe no more reverence Vnto my Lady, and her velvet Gowne? Turfe's wife, rebuke him not: Your man doth pleaſe me With his conceit. Hold: there are ten old nobles, To make thee merrier yet, halfe-Valentine. I thanke you right-ſide: could my left as much, 'Twould make me a man of marke: young Hanniball! Dido, ſhall make that good; or I will for her. Here Dido Wiſpe, there's for your Hanniball: He is your Countrey-man. as well as Valentine. Here Mr. Hanniball: my Ladies bounty For her poore woman, Wiſpe. Brave Carthage Queene! And ſuch was Dido: I will ever be Champion to her, who Iuno is to thee. Your Ladiſhip is very welcome here. Pleaſe you, good Madam, to goe nere the houſe. Turfe's wife, I come thus farre to ſeeke thy husband, Having ſome buſines to impart unto him. Is he at home? O no, and't ſhall pleaſe you: He is poſted hence to Pancridge with a witneſſe. Young Juſtice Bramble has kept levell coyle Here in our Quarters, ſtole away our Daughter, And Mr. Turfe's run after, as he can, To ſtop the marriage, if it will be ſtop'd. Madam, theſe tydings are not much amiſſe! For if the Juſtice have the Maid in keepe, You need not feare the mariage of your ſonne.