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 0.81 · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
A sober Maid! call for my woman Marten. The maids, and her half- Valentine have plied her With curtsy of the Bridecake, and the Bowl, As she is laid a while. O let her rest! We will cross over to Canterbury, in the interim; And so make home. Farewell good Turf, and thy wife. I wish your daughter joy. Thanks to your Ladyship, Where is Iohn Clay now? have you seen him yet? Not, he has hid himself out of the way, For fear o'the Hue and Cry. What, walks that shadow Avore'un still? Puppy go seek 'un out, Search all the corners that he haunts unto, And call' un forth. we'll once more to the Church, And try our vortune's. Luck, son Valentine: Where are the wisemen all of Finzbury? Where wisemen should be; at the Ale, and Bride cake. I would this couple had their destiny, Or to be hanged, or married out o' the way: Man cannot get the mount'nance of an Eggshell, To stay his stomach. Vaith, vor mine own part, I have zuped up so much broth, as would have covered A leg o' Beef, o'er head and ears, i' the porridge pot: And yet I cannot sussifie wild nature. Would they were once dispatched, we might to dinner. I am with child of a huge stomach, and long; Till by some honest Midwife-peice of Beef, I be delivered of it: I must go now, And hunt out for this Kilburne Calf, Iohn Clay: Whom where to found, I know not, nor which way. Thus as a beggar in a King's disguise, Or an old Cross well sided with a Maypole. Comes Cannon Hugh, accoutred as you see Disguised Soldado like: mark his devise: The Cannon, is that Captain Thums, was robbed: These bloody scars upon my face are wounds; This scarf upon mine arm shows my late hurts: And thus am I to gull the Constable. Now have among you, for a man at arms: Friends by your leave, which of you is one Turf? Sir, I am Turf, if you would speak with me. With thee Turf, if thou be'st High Constable. I am both Turf, Sir, and High Constable. Than Turf, or Scurf, high, or low Constable, Know, I was once a Captain at Saint Quintin's, And passing cross the ways over the country ' This morning betwixt this and Hamsted-Heath, Was by a crew of Clowns robbed, bobbed, and hurt. Not sooner had I got my wounds bound up, But with much pain, I went to the next Justice, One Mr. Bramble here, at Marrowbone: And here a warrant is, which he hath directed For you one Turf; if your name be Toby Turf; Who have let fall (they say) the Hue, and Cry: And you shall answer it afore the Justice.
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A ſober Maid! call for my woman Marten. The maids, and her halfe-Valentine have pli'd her With court'ſie of the Bride-Cake, and the Bowle, As ſhe is laid a while. O let her reſt! We will croſſe ore to Canterbury, in the interim; And ſo make home. Farewell good Turfe, and thy wife. I wiſh your daughter joy. Thankes to your Ladiſhip, Where is Iohn Clay now? have you ſeene him yet? No, he has hid himſelfe out of the way, For feare o'the Huy and Cry. What, walkes that ſhadow Avore'un ſtill? Puppy goe ſeeke 'un out, Search all the corners that he haunts unto, And call 'un forth. Wee'll once more to the Church, And try our vortunes. Luck, ſonne Valentine: Where are the wiſe-men all of Finzbury? Where wiſe-men ſhould be; at the Ale, and Bride cake. I would this couple had their deſtinie, Or to be hang'd, or married out o' the way: Man cannot get the mount'nance of an Egge-ſhell, To ſtay his ſtomack. Vaith, vor mine owne part, I have zup'd up ſo much broth, as would have cover'd A legge o' Beefe, ore head and eares, i' the porredge pot: And yet I cannot ſuſſifie wild nature. Would they were once diſpatch'd, we might to dinner. I am with child of a huge ſtomack, and long; Till by ſome honeſt Midwife-peice of Beefe, I be deliver'd of it: I muſt goe now, And hunt out for this Kilburne Calfe, Iohn Clay: Whom where to find, I know not, nor which way. Thus as a begger in a Kings diſguiſe, Or an old Croſſe well ſided with a May-pole. Comes Chanon Hugh, accoutred as you ſee Diſguis'd Soldado like: marke his deviſe: The Chanon, is that Captaine Thum's, was rob'd: Theſe bloody ſcars upon my face are wounds; This ſcarfe upon mine arme ſhewes my late hurts: And thus am I to gull the Conſtable. Now have among you, for a man at armes: Friends by your leave, which of you is one Turfe? Sir, I am Turfe, if you would ſpeake with me. With thee Turfe, if thou beeſt High Conſtable. I am both Turfe, Sir, and High Conſtable. Then Turfe, or Scurfe, high, or low Conſtable, Know, I was once a Captaine at Saint Quintins, And paſſing croſſe the wayes over the countrey' This morning betwixt this and Hamſted-Heath, Was by a crue of Clownes rob'd, bob'd, and hurt. No ſooner had I got my wounds bound up, But with much paine, I went to the next Juſtice, One Mr. Bramble here, at Maribone: And here a warrant is, which he hath directed For you one Turfe; if your name be Tobie Turfe; Who have let fall (they ſay) the Huy, and Cry: And you ſhall anſwer it afore the Juſtice.