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 0.74 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
He must, vor we can all take corpulent oath, We zaw 'un go in there. I, upon record! The Clock dropped twelve at Marrowbone. You are right, D'oge! Zet down to a minute, now 'tis a ' most vowre. Here comes Squire Tub. And's Governor, Mr. Basket. Hilts, do you know ' hun, a valiant wise vellow! Az tall a man on his hands, as goes on veet. Bless you Mass ' Basket. Thank you good D'oge. who's that? D'oge Scriben, the great Writer Sir of Chalcot. And, who the rest? The wisest heads o'the hundred. Medlay the joiner, Head-borough of Islington, Pan of Belsize, and Clench the Leech of Hamsted. The High Constable's Counsel, here of Finsbury, Prezent me to 'em, Hilts, Squire Tub of Totten. Wise men of Finsbury: make place for a Squire, I bring to your acquaintance, Tub of Totten. Squire Tub, my Master, loves all men of virtue. And longs (az one would zay) till he be one on you. His worship's wel'cun to our company: will't were wiser for ' hun. Here be some on us, Are called the witty men, over a hundred; And zome a thousand, when the Muster day comes. I long (as my man Hilts said, and my Governor) To be adopt in your society. Can any man make a Masque here i' this company? A Masque, what's that? A mumming, or a show. With vizards, and fine clothes. A disguise, neighbour, Is the true word: There stands the man, can do't Sir. Medlay the Joiner, In-and-In of Islington, The only man at a disguise in Midlesex. But who shall writ it? Scriben, the great Writer. he'll do't alone Sir, He will join with no man: Though he be a Joiner, in design he calls it. He must be sole Inventor: In-and-In. Draws with no other in's project, he'll tell you, It cannot else be feazeable, or conduce: Those are his ruling words? Please you to hear ' hun? Yes Mr. In-and-In, I have heard of you; I can do nothing, I He can do all Sir. They'll tell you so. I'd have a toy presented, A Tale of a Tub, a story of myself, You can express a Tub. If it conduce To the design, what ere is feazeable: I can express a Washhouse (If need be) With a whole pedigree of Tubs. Not, one Will be enough to note our name, and family: Squire Tub of Totten, and to show my adventures This very day. I'd have it in Tubs-Hall, At Totten-Court, my Lady Mother's house, My house indeed, for I am heir to it. If I might see the place, and had surveyed it; I could say more: For all Invention, Sir, Comes by degrees, and on the view of nature; A world of things, concur to the design, Which make it feazible, if Art conduce. You say well, witty Mr. In-and-In. How long ha' you studied Engine?
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He muſt, vor wee can all take corpulent oath, Wee zaw 'un goe in there. I, upon record! The Clock dropt twelve at Maribone. You are right, D'oge! Zet downe to a minute, now 'tis a 'moſt vowre. Here comes Squire Tub. And's Governour, Mr. Basket. Hilts, doe you know 'hun, a valiant wiſe vellow! Az tall a man on his hands, as goes on veet. Bleſſe you Maſs' Basket. Thanke you good D'oge. who's that? D'oge Scriben, the great Writer Sir of Chalcot. And, who the reſt? The wiſeſt heads o'the hundred. Medlay the Ioyner, Head-borough of Iſlington, Pan of Belſize, and Clench the Leach of Hamſted. The High Conſtables Counſell, here of Finsbury, Prezent me to 'hem, Hilts, Squire Tub of Totten. Wiſe men of Finsbury: make place for a Squire, I bring to your acquaintance, Tub of Totten. Squire Tub, my Maſter, loves all men of vertue. And longs (az one would zay) till he be one on you. His worſhip's wel'cun to our company: Would't were wiſer for 'hun. Here be ſome on us, Are call'd the witty men, over a hundred; And zome a thouſand, when the Muſter day comes. I long (as my man Hilts ſaid, and my Governour) To be adopt in your ſociety. Can any man make a Maſque here i' this company? A Maſque, what's that? A mumming, or a ſhew. With vizards, and fine clothes. A diſguiſe, neighbour, Is the true word: There ſtands the man, can do't Sir. Medlay the Joyner, In-and-In of Iſlington, The onely man at a diſguize in Midleſex. But who ſhall write it? Scriben, the great Writer. Hee'll do't alone Sir, He will joyne with no man: Though he be a Joyner, in deſigne he cals it. He muſt be ſole Inventer: In-and-In. Drawes with no other in's project, hee'll tell you, It cannot elſe be feazeable, or conduce: Thoſe are his ruling words? Pleaze you to heare 'hun? Yes Mr. In-and-In, I have heard of you; I can doe nothing, I. Hee can doe all Sir. They'll tell you ſo. I'ld have a toy preſented, A Tale of a Tub, a ſtorie of my ſelfe, You can expreſſe a Tub. If it conduce To the deſigne, what ere is feazeable: I can expreſſe a Waſh-houſe (If need be) With a whole pedigree of Tubs. No, one Will be enough to note our name, and family: Squire Tub of Totten, and to ſhew my adventures This very day. I'ld have it in Tubs-Hall, At Totten-Court, my Ladie Mothers houſe, My houſe indeed, for I am heire to it. If I might ſee the place, and had ſurvey'd it; I could ſay more: For all Invention, Sir, Comes by degrees, and on the view of nature; A world of things, concurre to the deſigne, Which make it feazible, if Art conduce. You ſay well, witty Mr. In-and-In. How long ha' you ſtudied Ingine?