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 0.76 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
I have a little business, with a friend Madam. That friend shall stay for you, or you for him. Pol-marten; Take the Maiden to your care; Commend me to her Father. I will follow you. Tut, tell not me of following. I'll but speak A word. No whispering: you forget yourself, And make your love too palpable: A Squire? And think so meanly? fall upon a Cow-shard? You know my mind. Come, I'll to Turfe's house, And see for Dido, and our Valentine. Pol-marten, look to your charge; I'll look to mine. I smile to think after so many proffers This Maid hath had, she now should fall to me: That I should have her in my custody: 'tTwere but a mad trick to make the essay, And jump a match with her immediately: She's fair, and handsome: and she's rich enough: Both time, and place minister fair occasion: Have at it than: Fair Lady, can you love? No Sir, what's that? A toy, which women use. If't be a toy, it's good to play withal. We will not stand discoursing o'the toy: The way is short please you to prove't Mistress? If you do mean to stand so long upon it; I pray you let me give it a short cut, Sir. It's thus, fair Maid: Are you disposed to marry? You are disposed to ask. Are you to grant? Nay, now I see you are disposed indeed. I see the wench wants but a little wit; And that defect her wealth may well supply: In plain terms, tell me, Will you have me Audrey? In as plain terms, I tell you who would ha' me. Iohn Clay would ha' me, but he hath too hard hands; I like not him: besides, he is a thief. And Justice Bramble, he would feign ha' catched me: But the young Squire, he, rather than his life, Would ha' me yet; and make me a Lady, he says, And be my Knight; to do me true Knight's service, Before his Lady Mother. Can you make me A Lady, would I ha' you? I can give you A silken Gown, and a rich Petticoat: And a french Hood. All fools love to be brave: I found her humour, and I will pursue it. And as I told thee, she was intercepted By the Squire here, my son: and this bold Ruffian His man, who safely would have carried her Unto her Father; and the Cannon Hugh; But for more care of the security, My Usher hath her now, in his grave charge. Now on my faith, and holy-dom, we are Beholden to your worship. She's a Girl, A foolish Girl, and soon may tempted be: But if this day pass well once o'er her head, I'll wish her trust to herself. For I have been A very mother to her, though I say it. Madam, 'tis late, and Pancridge is i' your way: I think your Ladyship forgets yourself.
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I have a little buſines, with a friend Madam. That friend ſhall ſtay for you, or you for him. Pol-marten; Take the Maiden to your care; Commend me to her Father. I will follow you. Tut, tell not me of following. Ile but ſpeake A word. No whiſpering: you forget your ſelfe, And make your love too palpable: A Squire? And thinke ſo meanely? fall upon a Cow-ſhard? You know my mind. Come, Ile to Turfe's houſe, And ſee for Dido, and our Valentine. Pol-marten, looke to your charge; Ile looke to mine. I ſmile to thinke after ſo many proffers This Maid hath had, ſhe now ſhould fall to me: That I ſhould have her in my cuſtody: Twere but a mad trick to make the eſſay, And jumpe a match with her immediately: She's faire, and handſome: and ſhee's rich enough: Both time, and place miniſter faire occaſion: Have at it then: Faire Lady, can you love? No Sir, what's that? A toy, which women uſe. If't be a toy, it's good to play withall. Wee will not ſtand diſcourſing o'the toy: The way is ſhort pleaſe you to prov't Miſtris? If you doe meane to ſtand ſo long upon it; I pray you let me give it a ſhort cut, Sir. It's thus, faire Maid: Are you diſpos'd to marry? You are diſpos'd to aske. Are you to grant? Nay, now I ſee you are diſpos'd indeed. I ſee the wench wants but a little wit; And that defect her wealth may well ſupply: In plaine termes, tell me, Will you have me Awdrey? In as plaine termes, I tell you who would ha' me. Iohn Clay would ha' me, but he hath too hard hands; I like not him: beſides, hee is a thiefe. And Juſtice Bramble, he would faine ha' catch'd me: But the young Squire, hee, rather then his life, Would ha' me yet; and make me a Lady, hee ſayes, And be my Knight; to doe me true Knights ſervice, Before his Lady Mother. Can you make me A Lady, would I ha' you? I can gi' you A ſilken Gowne, and a rich Petticoat: And a french Hood. All fooles love to be brave: I find her humour, and I will purſue it. And as I told thee, ſhee was intercepted By the Squire here, my ſonne: and this bold Ruffin His man, who ſafely would have carried her Vnto her Father; and the Chanon Hugh; But for more care of the ſecurity, My Huiſher hath her now, in his grave charge. Now on my faith, and holy-dom, we are Beholden to your worſhip. She's a Girle, A fooliſh Girle, and ſoone may tempted be: But if this day paſſe well once ore her head, Ile wiſh her truſt to her ſelfe. For I have beene A very mother to her, though I ſay it. Madam, 'tis late, and Pancridge is i' your way: I thinke your Ladiſhip forgets your ſelfe.