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 0.80 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
That somewhat easeth my suspicious breast. Tell me, Turfe's wife, when was my son with Audrey? How long is't, since you saw him at your house? Dame, let me take this rump out of your mouth. What mean you by that Sir? Rump, and tail's all one. But I would use a reverence for my Lady: I would not zay surreverence, the tale Out o' your mouth, but rather take the rump. A well bred youth! and vull of favour you are: What might they zay, when I were gone, if I Not weighed my wordz? This Puppy is a voole! Great Hanniballs an Ass; he had no breeding: Not Lady gay, you shall not zay, That your Val. Puppy, was so unlucky, In speech to fail, as t'name a tail, Be as be may be,' vore a fair Lady. Leave jesting, tell us, when you saw our son. Mary, it is two hours ago. Sing you saw him? You might have seen him too, if you had looked up. For it shined, as bright as day. Mean my son. Your sun, and our sun are they not all one? Fool, thou mistak'st; I asked thee, for my son. I had thought there had been no more suns, than one. I know not what you Ladies have, or may have. Didst thou ne'er hear, my Lady had a son? She may have twenty; but for a son, unless She mean precisely, Squire Tub, her son, He was here now; and brought my Mr. word That Justice Bramble had got Mrs. Audrey. But whither he be gone, here's none can tell. Marten, I wonder at this strange discourse: The fool it seems tells true; my son the Squire Was doubtless here this morning. For the match, I'll smother what I think, and staying here, Attend the sequel of this strange beginning, Turfe's wife; my people, and I will trouble thee: Until we hear some tidings of thy husband. The rather, for my party Valentine. Well, I have carried it, and will triumph Over this Justice, as becomes a Constable; And a high Constable: next our Saint George, Who rescued the King's Daughter, I will ride; Above Prince Arthur. Or our Shore ditch Duke. Or Pancridge Earl. Or Bevis, or Sir Guy. Who were high Constables both. One of Southampton—. The t'other of Warwick-Castle. You shall work it Into a story for me, neighbour Medlay, Over my Chimney. I can give you Sir, A Roman story of a petty-Constable, That had a Daughter, that was called Virginia, Like Mrs. Audrey, and as young as she; And how her Father bore him in the business, 'Gainst Justice Appius, a Decemvir in Rome, And Justice of Assize. That, that good D'ogenes! A learned man is a Chronikell! I can tell you A thousand, of great Pompey, Caesar, Trajan, All the high Constables there. That was their place: They were no more. Dictator, and high Constable Were both the same.
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That ſomewhat eaſeth my ſuſpitious breſt. Tell me, Turfe's wife, when was my ſonne with Awdrey? How long is't, ſince you ſaw him at your houſe? Dame, let me take this rump out of your mouth. What meane you by that Sir? Rumpe, and taile's all one. But I would uſe a reverence for my Lady: I would not zay ſurreverence, the tale Out o' your mouth, but rather take the rumpe. A well bred youth! and vull of favour you are: What might they zay, when I were gone, if I Not weigh'd my wordz? This Puppy is a voole! Great Hanniball's an Aſſe; he had no breeding: No Lady gay, you ſhall not zay, That your Val. Puppy, was ſo unlucky, In ſpeech to faile, as t'name a taile, Be as be may be, 'vore a faire Lady. Leave jeſting, tell us, when you ſaw our ſonne. Marry, it is two houres agoe. Sin' you ſaw him? You might have ſeene him too, if you had look'd up. For it ſhind, as bright as day. Meane my ſonne. Your ſunne, and our ſunne are they not all one? Foole, thou miſtak'ſt; I ask'd thee, for my ſonne. I had thought there had beene no more ſunnes, then one. I know not what you Ladies have, or may have. Did'ſt thou nere heare, my Lady had a ſonne? She may have twenty; but for a ſonne, unleſſe She meane preciſely, Squire Tub, her zonne, He was here now; and brought my Mr. word That Juſtice Bramble had got Mrs. Awdrey. But whither he be gone, here's none can tell. Marten, I wonder at this ſtrange diſcourſe: The foole it ſeemes tels true; my ſonne the Squire Was doubtleſſe here this morning. For the match, Ile ſmother what I thinke, and ſtaying here, Attend the ſequell of this ſtrange beginning, Turfe's wife; my people, and I will trouble thee: Vntill we heare ſome tidings of thy husband. The rather, for my partie Valentine. Well, I have carried it, and will triumph Over this Juſtice, as becomes a Conſtable; And a high Conſtable: next our Saint George, Who reſcued the Kings Daughter, I will ride; Above Prince Arthur. Or our Shore ditch Duke. Or Pancridge Earle. Or Bevis, or Sir Guy. Who were high Conſtables both. One of Southhampton—. The tother of Warwick-Caſtle. You ſhall worke it Into a ſtorie for me, neighbour Medlay, Over my Chimney. I can give you Sir, A Roman ſtorie of a petty-Conſtable, That had a Daughter, that was call'd Virginia, Like Mrs. Awdrey, and as young as ſhe; And how her Father bare him in the buſines, 'Gainſt Juſtice Appius, a Decemvir in Rome, And Juſtice of Aſſiſe. That, that good D'ogenes! A learned man is a Chronikell! I can tell you A thouſand, of great Pompei, Caeſar, Trajan, All the high Conſtables there. That was their place: They were no more. Dictator, and high Conſtable Were both the ſame.