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 0.73 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
A right good motion, Squire; which I yield to: And thank them to accept it. Neighbour Turf, I'll have you merry, and your wife: And you, Sir Hugh, be pardoned this your happy error. By Justice Preamble, your friend and patron. If the young Squire can pardon it, I do. Stay my dear Dido, and good Vicar Hugh, We have a business with you: In short, this If you dare knit another pair of strangers, Dido of Carthage, and her Countryman, Stout Hannibal stands to't. I have asked consent, And she hath granted. But saith Dido so? From what Ball-Hanny hath said, I dare not go. Come in than, I'll dispatch you. A good supper Would not be lost, good company, good discourse; But above all where wit hath any source. After the hoping of your pardon, Madam, For many faults committed. Here my wife, And I do stand expecting your mild doom. I wish thee joy Pol-marten; and thy wife: As much, Mistress Pol-marten. Thou hast tricked her Up very fine, me thinks. For that I made Bold with your Ladyship's Wardrobe, but have trespassed Within the limits of your leave— I hope. I give her what she wears. I know all women Love to be fine. Thou hast deserved it of me: I am extremely pleased with thy good fortune. Welcome good Justice Preamble; And Turf, Look merrily on your Daughter: She has married A Gentleman. So me thinks; I dare not touch her She is so fine: yet I will say, God bless h●●. And I too, my fine Daughter. I could love her Now, twice as well, as if Clay had her. Come, come, my Mother is pleased. I pardon all, Pol-marten in, and wait upon my Lady. Welcome good Guests: see supper be served in, With all the plenty of the house, and worship. I must confer with Mr. In-and-In, About some alterations in my Masque; Sand Hilts out to me: Bid him bring the Council Of Finsbury hither. I'll have such a night Shall make the name of Totten-Court immortal: And be recorded to posterity. O Mr. In-and-In, what ha' you done? Surveyed the place Sir, and designed the ground, Or stand still of the work: And this it is. First, I have fixed in the earth, a Tub; And an old Tub, like a Salt-Peeter Tub, Preluding by your Father's name Sir Peter, And the antiquity of your house, and family, Original from Salt-Peeter. Good i'faith, You ha' shown reading, and antiquity here, Sir. I have a little knowledge in design, Which I can varie Sir to Infinite. Ad Infinitum Sir you mean. I do. I stand not on my Latin, I'll invent, But I must be alone than, joined with no man. This we do call the Stand-still of our work. Who are those we? you now joined to yourself. I mean myself still, in the plural number, And out of this we raise our Tale of a Tub.
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A right good motion, Squire; which I yeeld to: And thanke them to accept it. Neighbour Turfe, Ile have you merry, and your wife: And you, Sir Hugh, be pardon'd this your happy error. By Juſtice Preamble, your friend and patron. If the young Squire can pardon it, I doe. Stay my deare Dido, and good Vicar Hugh, We have a buſines with you: In ſhort, this If you dare knit another paire of ſtrangers, Dido of Carthage, and her Countrey-man, Stout Hanniball ſtands to't. I have ask'd conſent, And ſhe hath granted. But ſaith Dido ſo? From what Ball-Hanny hath ſaid, I dare not goe. Come in then, Ile diſpatch you. A good ſupper Would not be loſt, good company, good diſcourſe; But above all where wit hath any ſource. After the hoping of your pardon, Madam, For many faults committed. Here my wife, And I doe ſtand expecting your mild doome. I wiſh thee joy Pol-marten; and thy wife: As much, Mrs. Pol-marten. Thou haſt trick'd her Vp very fine, me thinkes. For that I made Bold with your Ladiſhips Wardrobe, but have treſpaſs'd Within the limits of your leave— I hope. I give her what ſhe weares. I know all women Love to be fine. Thou haſt deſerv'd it of me: I am extreamely pleas'd with thy good fortune. Welcome good Juſtice Preamble; And Turfe, Looke merrily on your Daughter: She has married A Gentleman. So me thinkes; I dare not touch her She is ſo fine: yet I will ſay, God bleſſe h. And I too, my fine Daughter. I could love her Now, twice as well, as if Clay had her. Come, come, my Mother is pleas'd. I pardon all, Pol-marten in, and waite upon my Lady. Welcome good Gheſts: ſee ſupper be ſerv'd in, With all the plenty of the houſe, and worſhip. I muſt conferre with Mr. In-and-In, About ſome alterations in my Maſque; Send Hilts out to me: Bid him bring the Councell Of Finsbury hither. Ile have ſuch a night Shall make the name of Totten-Court immortall: And be recorded to poſterity. O Mr. In-and-In, what ha' you done? Survey'd the place Sir, and deſign'd the ground, Or ſtand ſtill of the worke: And this it is. Firſt, I have fixed in the earth, a Tub; And an old Tub, like a Salt-Peeter Tub, Preluding by your Fathers name Sir Peeter, And the antiquity of your houſe, and family, Originall from Salt-Peeter. Good y faith, You ha' ſhewne reading, and antiquity here, Sir. I have a little knowledge in deſigne, Which I can varie Sir to Infinite. Ad Infinitum Sir you meane. I doe. I ſtand not on my Latine, Ile invent, But I muſt be alone then, joyn'd with no man. This we doe call the Stand-ſtill of our worke. Who are thoſe wee? you now joyn'd to your ſelfe. I meane my ſelfe ſtill, in the plurall number, And out of this wee raiſe our Tale of a Tub.