Blurt, Master Constable, or The Spaniard's Night Walk · chunk 28 of 34
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals) romance · Children of Paul's (second) T30 Constables, justices and the watch typicality 0.81 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
I beseech thee (most pitiful Frisco) allow my lamentation. And you lament here, I'll stone you with Brickbats, I am asleep. My Slop and Mandilion lie at thy mercy (fine Frisco) I beseech thee let not my case be thine, I must and will lament. Must you? I'll wash off your tears; away you hogs-face. Thou hast soused my poor hogsface: O Frisco, thou art a scurvy Doctor, to cast my water no better; it is most rammish Urine, Mars shall not save thee, I will make a brown toast of thy heart, and drink it in a pot of thy strong blood. Such fellows must be taken down, stand: what white thing is yonder? Who goes there? come before the Constable. My dear host Blurt: You have Blurted fair, I am by my Office to examine you, where you have spent these two nights? Most big Blurt, I answer thy great Authority, that I have been in hell, and am scratched to death with puss-cats. Do you run a'th' score at an officer's house, & then run above twelve score off? I did not run my sweet-faced Blurt; the Spanish fleet is bringing gold enough to discharge all, from the Indies: lodge me most pitiful billman. Marie and will: I am (in the Duke's name) to charge you with despicious of felony: and Burglary is committed this night, and we are to reprehend any that we think to be faulty; were not you at Madonna freckle-face's house? signor sec. Away with him, clap him up. Most thundering Blurt do not clap me, Most thundering Blurt do not clap me. Master Lazarus, I know you are a sore fellow where you take, and therefore I charge you (in the Duke's name) to go without wrestling, though you be in your shirt. Commendable Blurt. The end of my commendations is to commit you. I am kin to Don Dego the Spanish Adelantado. If you he kin to Don Dego (that was smelled out in Paul's) you pack; your Lantedoes nor your Lanteeroes cannot serve your turn: I charge you, let me commit you to the tuition.— Worshipful Blurt, do not commit me into the hands of dogs. Dogs? Master Lazarus, there's not a dog shall bite you, these are true Billmen, that fight under the common wealths flag. Blurt— Blurt me no Blurts, I'll teach all Spaniards how to meddle with whores. Most cunning Constable, all Spaniards know that already, I have meddled with none. Your being in your shirt bewrays you. I beseech thee most honest Blurt, let not my shirt bewray me. I say away with him: Music, that's in the Courtesans; they are about some ungodly Act, but I'll play a part in't ere morning: away with Lazarus. Come Spaniard. Thy kites and thee, for this shall watch in dirt to feed on carrion. Hence, ptrooh. O base Blurt! O base Blurt! O base Blurt!
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I beseech thee (most pittifull Frisco) allow my lamentation. And you lament heere, Ile stone you with Brick-bats, I am a sleepe. My Slop and Mandillion lye at thy mercy (fine Frisco) I beseech thee let not my case bee thine, I must and will lament. Must you? Ile wash off your teares; away you hogsface. Thou hast sowsed my poor hogs-face: O Frisco, thou art a scuruie Doctor, to cast my water no better; it is most rammish Vrine, Mars shall not saue thee, I will make a browne toaste of thy heart, and drinke it in a pot of thy strong bloud. Such fellows must be taken downe, stand: what white thing is yonder? Who goes there? come before the Constable. My deare hoast Blurt: You haue Blurted faire, I am by my Office to examine you, where you haue spent these two nights? Most bigge Blurt, I answere thy great Authoritie, that I haue beene in hell, and am scratcht to death with Pusse-Cattes. Doe you run a'th score at an Officers house, & then runne aboue twelue score off? I did not runne my sweet-fac'd Blurt; the Spanish fleete is bringing golde enough to discharge all, from the Indies: lodge me most pittifull Bill-man. Marie and will: I am (in the Dukes name) to charge you with despicious of fellonie: and Burglarie is committed this night, and we are to reprehend any that we thinke to bee faultie; were not you at Madona freckle-faces house? Signior sec. Away with him, clap him vp. Most thundring Blurt doe not clap me, Most thundring Blurt doe not clap me. Master Lazarns, I know you are a sore fellow where you take, and therefore I charge you (in the Dukes name) to goe without wrasling, though you be in your shirt. Commendable Blurt. The end of my comendations is to commit you. I am kin to Don Dego the Spanish Adelantado. If you he kin to Don Dego (that was smelt out in Paules) you packe; your Lantedoes nor your Lanteeroes cannot serue your turne: I charge you, let me commit you to the tuition.— Worshipfull Blurt, doe not commit me into the hands of dogs. Dogs? Master Lazarus, ther's not a dog shall bite you, these are true Bill-men, that fight vnder the common wealthes flag. Blurt— Blurt me no Blurts, Ile teach all Spaniards how to meddle with whoores. Most cunning Constable, all Spaniards know that alreadie, I haue medled with none. Your being in your shirt berayes you. I beseech thee most honest Blurt, let not my shirt beraye me. I say away with him: Musicke, that's in the Curtizans; they are about some vngodlie Acte, but Ile play a part in't ere morning: away with Lazarus. Come Spaniard. Thy kytes and thee, for this shal watch in durt to feede on carrion. Hence, ptrooh. O base Blurt! O base Blurt! O base Blurt!