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 0.75 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
Come, give us in the great Chair, for my Lady; And set it there: and this for Justice Bramble. This for the Squire my Master, on the right hand. And this for the High Constable. This his wife. Than for the Bride, and Bridegroom, here Pol-marten. And she Pol-marten, army Ladies feet. Right. And beside them Mr. Hannibal Puppy. And his she Puppy, Mistress Wisp that was: Here's all are in the note. Not, Mr. Vicar: The petty Cannon Hugh. And Castby Clay: There they are all. Than cry a Hall, a Hall! 'Tis merry in Tota tenham Hall, when beards wag all. Come Father Rozin with your Fiddle now, And two tall-toters; Flourish to the Masque. Neighbours, all welcome: Now doth Tottenhall Show like a Court: and hence shall first be called so. Your witty short confession Mr. Vicar, Within hath been the Prologue, and hath opened Much to my son's device, his Tale of a Tub. Let my Masque show itself: And In-and-In, The Architect, appear; I hear the whistle. Thus rise I first, in my light linen breeches, To run the meaning over in short speeches. Here is a Tub; A Tub of Totten-Court: An ancient Tub, hath called you to this sport: His Father was a Knight, the rich Sir Peter; Who got his wealth by a Tub, and by Salt-Peeter: And left all to his Lady Tub; the mother Of this bold Squire Tub, and to no other. Now of this Tub, and's deeds, not done in ale, Observe, and you shall see the very Tale. Here Cannon Hugh, first brings to Tottenhall The high Constable's council, tells the Squire all; Which, though discovered (give the Devil his due:) The wise of Finsbury do still pursue. Than with the Justice, doth he counterplot, And his Clerk Metaphor, to cut that knot: Whilst Lady Tub, in her sad velvet Gown, Missing her son, doth seek him up and down. With her Pol-marten bore before her. Yes, I have expressed it here in figure, and Mistress Wisp her woman, holding up her train. I'the next page, report your second strain. Here the high Constable, and Sages walk To Church, the Dame, the Daughter, Bridemaids talk, Of wedding business; till a fellow in comes, Relates the robbery of one Captain Thums: Chargeth the Bridegroom with it: Troubles all, And gets the Bride; who in the hands doth fall Of the bold Squire, but thence soon is ta'en By the sly Justice, and his Clerk profane In shape of Pursuyvant; which he not long Holds, but betrays all with his trembling tongue: As truth will break out, and show, etc. O thou hast made him kneel there in a corner, I see now: there is simple honour for you Hilts! Did I not make him to confess all to you? True; In-and-In hath done you right, you see. Thy third I pray thee, witty In-and-In. The Squire commends ' un. He doth like all well. He cannot choose. This is gear made to cell.
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Come, give us in the great Chaire, for my Lady; And ſet it there: and this for Juſtice Bramble. This for the Squire my Maſter, on the right hand. And this for the High Conſtable. This his wife. Then for the Bride, and Bride-groome, here Pol-marten. And ſhe Pol-marten, army Ladies feet. Right. And beſide them Mr. Hanniball Puppy. And his ſhee Puppy, Mrs. Wiſpe that was: Here's all are in the note. No, Mr. Vicar: The petty Chanon Hugh. And Caſt-by Clay: There they are all. Then cry a Hall, a Hall! 'Tis merry in Tot tenham Hall, when beards wag all. Come Father Rozin with your Fidle now, And two tall-toters; Flouriſh to the Maſque. Neighbours, all welcome: Now doth Totten-Hall Shew like a Court: and hence ſhall firſt be call'd ſo. Your witty ſhort confeſſion Mr. Vicar, Within hath beene the Prologue, and hath open'd Much to my ſonnes device, his Tale of a Tub. Let my Maſque ſhew it ſelfe: And In-and-In, The Architect, appeare; I heare the whiſtle. Thus riſe I firſt, in my light linnen breeches, To run the meaning over in ſhort ſpeeches. Here is a Tub; A Tub of Totten-Court: An ancient Tub, hath call'd you to this ſport: His Father was a Knight, the rich Sir Peeter; Who got his wealth by a Tub, and by Salt-Peeter: And left all to his Lady Tub; the mother Of this bold Squire Tub, and to no other. Now of this Tub, and's deeds, not done in ale, Obſerve, and you ſhall ſee the very Tale. Here Chanon Hugh, firſt brings to Totten-Hall The high Conſtables councell, tels the Squire all; Which, though diſcover'd (give the Divell his due:) The wiſe of Finsbury doe ſtill purſue. Then with the Juſtice, doth he counterplot, And his Clarke Metaphore, to cut that knot: Whilſt Lady Tub, in her ſad velvet Gowne, Miſſing her ſonne, doth ſeeke him up and downe. With her Pol-marten bare before her. Yes, I have expreſt it here in figure, and Miſtris Wiſpe her woman, holding up her traine. I'the next page, report your ſecond ſtraine. Here the high Conſtable, and Sages walke To Church, the Dame, the Daughter, Bride-maids talke, Of wedding buſines; till a fellow in comes, Relates the robbery of one Captaine Thum's: Chargeth the Bride-groome with it: Troubles all, And gets the Bride; who in the hands doth fall Of the bold Squire, but thence ſoone is tane By the ſly Juſtice, and his Clarke profane In ſhape of Purſuyvant; which he not long Holds, but betrayes all with his trembling tongue: As truth will breake out, and ſhew, &c. O thou haſt made him kneele there in a corner, I ſee now: there is ſimple honour for you Hilts! Did I not make him to confeſſe all to you? True; In-and-In hath done you right, you ſee. Thy third I pray thee, witty In-and-In. The Squire commends 'un. He doth like all well. Hee cannot chooſe. This is geare made to ſell.