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 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
High Constable was more, tho'! He laid Dick: Tator by the heels. Dick: Toter! H'was one o'the Weights o'the City. I ha' read o'hun: He was a fellow would be drunk, debauched— And he did zet un i'the stocks indeed: His name Vadian, and a cunning Toter. Was ever silly Maid thus posted of? That should have had three husbands in one day; Yet (by bad fortune) am possessed of none? I went to Church to have been wed to Clay; Than Squire Tub he seized me on the way, And thought to ha' had me: but he missed his aim; And Justice Bramble (nearest of the three) Was well nigh married to me; when by chance, In rushed my Father, and broke of that dance. I, Girl, there's ne'er a Justice on 'em all, Shall teach the Constable to guard his own: Let's back to Kentishtowne, and there make merry; These news will be glad tiding to my wife: Thou shalt have Clay, my wench. That word shall stand. he's found by this time, sure, or else he's drowned: The wedding dinner will be spoiled: make haste. Husbands, they say, grow thick; but thin are sown, I care not who it be, so I have one. I? zay you so? Perhaps you shall ha' none, for that. Now out on me! what shall I do than? Sleep Mistress Audrey, dream on proper men. O bone Deus! have you seen the like? Here was, Hodge hold thine ear, fair, whilst I strike. Body o' me, how came this gear about? I know not, Cannon, but it falls out cross. Nor can I make conjecture by the circumstance Of these events; it was impossible, Being so close, and politicly carried, To come so quickly to the ears of Turf. O Priest, had but thy slow delivery Been nimble, and thy lazy Latin tongue, But run the forms over, with that swift dispatch, As had been requisite, all had been well! What should have been, that never loved the Friar; But thus you see th'old Adage verified, Multa cadunt inter— you can guess the rest. Many things fall between the cup, and lip: And though they touch, you are not sure to drink. You lacked good fortune, we had done out parts: Give a man fortune, throw him i' the Sea. The properer man, the worse luck: Stay a time; Tempus edax— In time the stately Ox, etc. Good counsels lightly never come too late. You Sir will run your counsels out of breath. Spur a free horse, he'll run himself to death. Sancti Evangelistae! Here comes Miles! What news man, with our new made Purs'yvant? A Pursuyvant? would I were, or more pursy, And had more store of money; or less pursy, And had more store of breath: you call me Pursuivant! But, I could never vaunt of any purse I had, sin ' ye were my Godfathers, and Godmothers, And ga'me that nickname. What, now's the matter? Nay, 'tis no matter. I ha' been simply beaten.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
High Conſtable was more, tho'! He laid Dick: Tator by the heeles. Dick: Toter! H'was one o'the Waights o'the Citie. I ha' read o'hun: He was a fellow would be drunke, debauch'd— And he did zet un i'the ſtocks indeed: His name Vadian, and a cunning Toter. Was ever ſilly Maid thus poſted off? That ſhould have had three husbands in one day; Yet (by bad fortune) am poſſeſt of none? I went to Church to have beene wed to Clay; Then Squire Tub he ſeiz'd me on the way, And thought to ha' had me: but he miſt his aime; And Juſtice Bramble (neareſt of the three) Was well nigh married to me; when by chance, In ruſh'd my Father, and broke off that dance. I, Girle, there's nere a Juſtice on 'hem all, Shall teach the Conſtable to guard his owne: Let's back to Kentiſh-Towne, and there make merry; Theſe newes will be glad tiding to my wife: Thou ſhalt have Clay, my wench. That word ſhall ſtand. Hee's found by this time, ſure, or elſe hee's drown'd: The wedding dinner will be ſpoil'd: make haſte. Husbands, they ſay, grow thick; but thin are ſowne, I care not who it be, ſo I have one. I? zay you zo? Perhaps you ſhall ha' none, for that. Now out on me! what ſhall I doe then? Sleepe Miſtris Awdrey, dreame on proper men. O bone Deus! have you ſeene the like? Here was, Hodge hold thine eare, faire, whilſt I ſtrike. Body o' me, how came this geare about? I know not, Chanon, but it fals out croſſe. Nor can I make conjecture by the circumſtance Of theſe events; it was impoſſible, Being ſo cloſe, and politickly carried, To come ſo quickly to the eares of Turfe. O Prieſt, had but thy ſlow delivery Beene nimble, and thy lazie Latine tongue, But run the formes ore, with that ſwift diſpatch, As had beene requiſite, all had beene well! What ſhould have beene, that never lov'd the Friar; But thus you ſee th'old Adage verified, Multa cadunt inter—you can gheſſe the reſt. Many things fall betweene the cup, and lip: And though they touch, you are not ſure to drinke. You lack'd good fortune, wee had done out parts: Give a man fortune, throw him i' the Sea. The properer man, the worſe luck: Stay a time; Tempus edax—In time the ſtately Oxe, &c. Good counſels lightly never come too late. You Sir will run your counſels out of breath. Spurre a free horſe, hee'll run himſelfe to death. Sancti Evangeliſtae! Here comes Miles! What newes man, with our new made Purs'yvant? A Purſuyvant? would I were, or more purſie, And had more ſtore of money; or leſſe purſie, And had more ſtore of breath: you call me Purſyvant! But, I could never vant of any purſe I had, ſin' yo' were my God-fathers, and God-mothers, And ga'me that nick-name. What, now's the matter? Nay, 'tis no matter. I ha' beene ſimply beaten.