Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T30 Constables, justices and the watch · 488 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
I am content, sir; I will get you the warrant presently, what's his name, say you? Downright? ay, ay, GEORGE DOWNRIGHT. What manner of man is he? A tall big man, sir; he goes in a cloak, most commonly, of silk russet, laid about with russet lace. 'Tis very good, sir. Here sir, here's my jewel? And, here, are stockings. Well, gentlemen, I'll procure you this warrant presently, but, who will you have to serve it? That's true, Captain: that must be considered. Body o' me, I know not! 'tis service of danger? Why, you were best get one o' the varlets o' the city, a sergeant. I'll appoint you one, if you please. Will you, sir? why, we can wish no better. we'll leave it to you, sir. This is rare! now, will I go pawn this cloak of the justice's man's, at the broker's, for a varlet's suit, and be the varlet myself; and get either more pawns, or more movie of DOWNRIGHT, for the arrest. OH, here it is, I am glad: I have found it now. Ho? who is within, here? I am within, sir, what's your pleasure? To know, who is within, besides yourself. Why, sir, you are no constable, I hope? O! fear you the constable? then, I doubt not. You have some guests within, deserve that fear, I'll fetch him straight. O' God's name, sir. Go to. Come, tell me, Is not young Kno'well, here? Young Kno'well? I know none such, sir, o' mine honesty! Your honesty? dame, it flies too lightly from you: There is no way, but, fetch the constable. The constable? the man is mad, I think. Ho, who keeps house, here? O, this is the female copesmate of my son? Now shall I meet him straight. Knock, THOMAS, hand. Ho, good wife? Why, what's the matter with you? Why, woman, grieves it you to ope your door? Belike, you get something, to keep it shut. What mean these questions, 'pray ye? So strange you make it? is not my husband, here? Her husband! My tried husband, master KITELY. I hope, he needs not to betrayed, here. No, dame: he does it not for need, but pleasure. Neither for need, nor pleasure, is he here. This is but a device, to baulk me withal. Soft, who is this? 'Tis not my son, disguised? O, sir, have I forestalled your honest market? Found your close walks? you stand amazed, now, do you? i'faith (I am glad) I have smoked you yet at last! What is your jewel trow? In: come, let's see her; (Fetch forth your housewife, dame) if she be fairer, In any honest judgement, than myself, I'll be content with it: but, she is change, She feeds you fat, she soothes your appetite, And you are well? your wife, an honest woman, Is meat twice sod to you, sir? O, you trencher! She cannot counterfeit thus palpably.
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I am content, sir; I will get you the warrant presently, what's his name, say you? DOWNE-RIGHT? I, I, GEORGE DOWNE-RIGHT. What manner of man is he? A tall bigge man, sir; hee goes in a cloke, most commonly, of silke russet, laid about with russet lace. 'Tis very good, sir. Here sir, here's my iewell? And, here, are stockings. Well, gentlemen, Ile procure you this warrant presently, but, who will you haue to serue it? That's true, Captaine: that must be consider'd. Bodie o' me, I know not! 'tis seruice of danger? Why, you were best get one o' the varlets o' the citie, a serieant. Ile appoint you one, if you please. Will you, sir? why, we can wish no better. Wee'll leaue it to you, sir. This is rare! now, will I goe pawne this cloke of the Iustice's mans, at the brokers, for a varlets sute, and be the varlet my selfe; and get either more pawnes, or more mouie of DOWNE-RIGHT, for the arrest. OH, here it is, I am glad: I haue found it now. Ho? who is within, here? I am within, sir, what's your pleasure? To know, who is within, besides your selfe. Why, sir, you are no constable, I hope? O! feare you the constable? then, I doubt not. You haue some guests within, deserue that feare, Ile fetch him straight. O' gods name, sir. Goe to. Come, tell me, Is not yong KNO'WEL, here? Yong KNO-WELL? I know none such, sir, o' mine honestie! Your honestie? dame, it flies too lightly from you: There is no way, but, fetch the constable. The constable? the man is mad, I thinke. Ho, who keepes house, here? O, this is the female copes-mate of my sonne? Now shall I meet him straight. Knock, THOMAS, hand. Ho, good wife? Why, what's the matter with you? Why, woman, grieues it you to ope' your doore? Belike, you get something, to keepe it shut. What meane these questions, 'pray yee? So strange you make it? is not my husband, here? Her husband! My tryed husband, master KITELY. I hope, he needes not to betryed, here. No, dame: he do's it not for need, but pleasure. Neither for need, nor pleasure, is he here. This is but a deuice, to balke me withall. Soft, who is this? 'Tis not my sonne, disguisd? O, sir, haue I fore-stald your honest market? Found your close walkes? you stand amaz'd, now, doe you? I faith (I am glad) I haue smokt you yet at last! What is your iewell trow? In: come, lets see her; (Fetch forth your huswife, dame) if shee be fairer, In any honest iudgement, then my selfe, Ile be content with it: but, shee is change, Shee feedes you fat, shee soothes your appetite, And you are well? your wife, an honest woman, Is meat twice sod to you, sir? O, you trecher! Shee cannot counterfeit thus palpably.