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 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
Than pluck it of, and turn thyself away. O the Devil! the Devil! the Devil! Where man? where? Alas that ever we were borne. So near too? The Squire hath him in his hand, and leads him Out by the Collar. O this is Iohn Clay. Iohn Clay at Pancras, is there to be married. This was the spirit reveld i' the Barn. The Devil he was: was this he was crawling Among the Wheat-straw? Had it been the Barley, I should ha' ta'en him for the Devil in drink; The Spirit of the Bride-ale: But poor Iohn, Tame Iohn of Clay, that sticks about the bunghole— If this be all your Devil, I would take In hand to conjure him: But hell take me If ere I come in a right Devils walk, If I can keep me out on't. Well meant Hilts. But how came Clay thus hid here i' the straw, When news was brought, to you all he was at Pancridge; And you believed it? Justice Brambles man Told me so, Madam: And by that same token, And other things, he had away my Daughter, And two sealed bags of money. Where's the Squire? Is he gone hence? HE was here Madam, but now. Is the Hue and Cry passed by? I, I, Iohn Clay. And am I out of danger to be hanged? Hanged Iohn? yes sure; unless, as with the Proverb, You mean to make the choice of your own gallows. Nay, than all's well, hearing your news Ball Pupy, You ha' brought from Paddington, I even stole home here, And thought to hid me, in the Barn ere since. O wonderful! and news was brought us here, You were at Pancridge, ready to be married. No faith, I ne'er was further than the Barn. Haste Puppy. Call forth Mistress Dido Wisp, My Lady's Gentlewoman, to her Lady; And call yourself forth, and a couple of maids, To wait upon me: we are all undone! My Lady is undone! her fine young son, The Squire is got away. Haste, haste, good Valentine. And you Iohn Clay; you are undone too! All! My husband is undone, by a true key, But a false token: And myself's undone, By parting with my Daughter, who'll be married To some body, that she should not, if we haste not. I Pray thee good Pol-marten, show thy diligence, And faith in both: Get her, but so disguised, The Cannon may not know her, and leave me To plot the rest: I will expect thee here. You shall Squire. I'll perform it with all care, If all my Lady's Wardrobe will disguise her. Come Mistress Audrey. Is the Squire gone? he'll meet us by and by, where he appointed: You shall be brave anon, as none shall know you. I wonder, where the Queen's High Constable is! I veare, they ha' made ' hun away. Not zure; The Justice Dare not conzent to that. he'll zee ' un forth coming.
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Then pluck it off, and turne thy ſelfe away. O the Divell! the Divell! the Divell! Where man? where? Alas that ever wee were borne. So neere too? The Squire hath him in his hand, and leads him Out by the Collar. O this is Iohn Clay. Iohn Clay at Pancrace, is there to be married. This was the ſpirit reveld i' the Barne. The Divell hee was: was this he was crawling Among the Wheat-ſtraw? Had it beene the Barley, I ſhould ha' tane him for the Divell in drinke; The Spirit of the Bride-ale: But poore Iohn, Tame Iohn of Clay, that ſticks about the bung-hole— If this be all your Divell, I would take In hand to conjure him: But hell take me If ere I come in a right Divels walke, If I can keepe me out on't. Well meant Hilts. But how came Clay thus hid here i' the ſtraw, When newes was brought, to you all hee was at Pancridge; And you beleev'd it? Juſtice Brambles man Told me ſo, Madam: And by that ſame token, And other things, he had away my Daughter, And two ſeal'd bags of money. Where's the Squire? Is hee gone hence? H' was here Madam, but now. Is the Huy and Cry paſt by? I, I, Iohn Clay. And am I out of danger to be hang'd? Hang'd Iohn? yes ſure; unleſſe, as with the Proverbe, You meane to make the choice of your owne gallowes. Nay, then all's well, hearing your newes Ball Pupy, You ha' brought from Paddington, I ene ſtole home here, And thought to hide me, in the Barne ere ſince. O wonderfull! and newes was brought us here, You were at Pancridge, ready to be married. No faith, I nere was furder then the Barne. Haſte Puppy. Call forth Miſtris Dido Wiſpe, My Ladies Gentle-woman, to her Lady; And call your ſelfe forth, and a couple of maids, To waite upon me: we are all undone! My Lady is undone! her fine young ſonne, The Squire is got away. Haſte, haſte, good Valentine. And you Iohn Clay; you are undone too! All! My husband is undone, by a true key, But a falſe token: And my ſelfe's undone, By parting with my Daughter, who'll be married To ſome body, that ſhe ſhould not, if wee haſte not. I Pray thee good Pol-marten, ſhew thy diligence, And faith in both: Get her, but ſo diſguis'd, The Chanon may not know her, and leave me To plot the reſt: I will expect thee here. You ſhall Squire. Ile performe it with all care, If all my Ladies Ward-robe will diſguiſe her. Come Miſtris Awdrey. Is the Squire gone? Hee'll meet us by and by, where he appointed: You ſhall be brave anone, as none ſhall know you. I wonder, where the Queenes High Conſtable is! I veare, they ha' made 'hun away. No zure; The Juſtice Dare not conzent to that. Hee'll zee 'un forth comming.