Wilson, Robert / Drayton, Michael / Munday, Anthony / Hathaway, Richard · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Oct 16, payment] (Annals) history · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T30 Constables, justices and the watch typicality 0.79 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
Bring her forth Constable, bring her forth, let's see her, let's see her. Dorothy, you must come down to M. Constable. A non forsooth. Welcome sweet lass, welcome. I thank you good M. serving-man, and master Constable also. A plump girl by the mass, a plump girl, ha Dol ha, wilt thou forsake the priest, and go with me. A well said M. Harpoole, you are a merry old man i'faith, i'faith you will never be old: now by the mack, a pretty wench indeed. Ye old mad merry Constable, art thou advised of that ha, well said Dol, fill some ale here. Oh if I wist this old priest would not stick to me, by Ioue I would ingle this old serving-man. Oh you old mad colt, i'faith I'll seek you: fill all the pots in the house there. Oh well said M. Harpoole, you are heart of oak when all's done. Ha Dol, thou hast a sweet pair of lips by the mass. Truly you are a most sweet old man, as ever I saw, by my troth, you have a face, able to make any woman in love with you. Fill sweet Doll, I'll drink to thee. I pledge you sir, and thank you therefore, and I pray you let it come. Doll, canst thou love me? a mad merry lass, would to God I had never seen thee. I warrant you you will not out of my thoughts this twelvemonth, truly you are as full of favour, as a man may be. Ah these sweet grey locks, by my troth, they are most lovely. God's boors master Harpoole, I will have one buss too. No licking for you Constable, hand off, hand off. burr lady I love kissing as well as you. Oh you are an odd boy, you have a wanton eye of your own: ah you sweet sugar lipped wanton, you will win as many women's hearts as come in your company. Doll, come hither. Priest, she shall not. I'll come anon, sweet love. Hand off, old fornicator. Vicar, I'll sit here in spite of thee, is this fit stuff for a priest to carry up and down with him? Ah sirrah, dost thou not know, that a good fellow parson may have a chapel of ease, where his parish Church is far off? You whoreson stoned Vicar. You old stale ruffian, you lion of Cotswold. 'swounds Vicar, I'll geld you. Keep the king's peace. Murder, murder, murder. Hold, as you are men, hold, for God's sake be quiet: put up your weapons, you draw not in my house. You whoreson bawdy priest. You old mutton monger. Hold sir Iohn, hold. I pray thee sweet heart be quiet, I was but sitting to drink a pot of ale with him, even as kind a man as ever I met with. Thou art a thief I warrant thee.
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Bring her forth Constable, bring her forth, let's see her, let's see her. Dorothy, you must come downe to M. Constable. A non forsooth. Welcome sweete lasse, welcome. I thank you good M. seruing-man, and master Constable also. A plump girle by the mas, a plump girle, ha Dol ha, wilt thou forsake the priest, and go with me. A well said M. Harpoole, you are a merrie old man yfaith, yfaith you wil neuer be old: now by the macke, a prettie wench indeed. Ye old mad mery Constable, art thou aduis'de of that ha, well said Dol, fill some ale here. Oh if I wist this old priest would not sticke to me, by Ioue I would ingle this old seruing-man. Oh you od mad colt, yfaith Ile feak you: fil all the pots in the house there. Oh wel said M. Harpoole, you are heart of oake when all's done. Ha Dol, thou hast a sweete paire of lippes by the masse. Truely you are a most sweet olde man, as euer I sawe, by my troth, you haue a face, able to make any woman in loue with you. Fill sweete Doll, Ile drinke to thee. I pledge you sir, and thanke you therefore, and I pray you let it come. Doll, canst thou loue me? a mad merry lasse, would to God I had neuer seene thee. I warrant you you will not out of my thoughts this tweluemonth, truely you are as full of fauour, as a man may be. Ah these sweete grey lockes, by my troth, they are most louely. Gods boores maister Harpoole, I will haue one busse too. No licking for you Constable, hand off, hand off. Bur lady I loue kissing as wel as you. Oh you are an od boie, you haue a wanton eie of your owne: ah you sweet sugar lipt wanton, you will winne as many womens hearts as come in your company. Doll, come hither. Priest, she shal not. Ile come anone, sweete loue. Hand off, old fornicator. Vicar, Ile sit here in spight of thee, is this fitte stuffe for a priest to carry vp and downe with him? Ah sirra, dost thou not know, that a good fellow parson may haue a chappel of ease, where his parish Church is farre off? You whooreson ston'd Vicar. You olde stale ruffin, you lion of Cotswold. Swounds Vicar, Ile geld you. Keepe the Kings peace. Murder, murder, murder. Holde, as you are men, holde, for Gods sake be quiet: put vp your weapons, you drawe not in my house. You whooreson bawdy priest. You old mutton monger. Hold sir Iohn, hold. I pray thee sweet heart be quiet, I was but sitting to drinke a pot of ale with him, euen as kinde a man as euer I met with. Thou art a theefe I warrant thee.