When You See Me You Know Me (Henry the Eighth) · chunk 21 of 48
Rowley, Samuel · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) history · Prince Henry's Men T30 Constables, justices and the watch typicality 0.82 · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
ay, I assure thee thou art. Well M. Constable, you have made the Counter This night, the royal Court of England's King: And by my crown I swear, I would not for A thousand pound 'twere otherwise. The Officers in Cities, now I see, Are like an Orchard set with several Trees, Where one must cherish one, rebuke the other: And in this wretched Counters I perceive, Money plays fast and loose, purchases favour, And without that, nought but misery. A poor Gentleman hath made complaint to me, I am undone (quoth he) and kept in prison, For one of your fellows that serves the King, Being bound for him, and he neglecting me. Hath brought me to this woe and misery. Another Citizen there is, complains Of one belonging to the Cardinal, That in his masters name hath taken up Commodities, valued at a thousand pound: The payment being deferred hath caused him break, And so is quite undone. Thus kings & Lords I see, Are oft abused by servants treachery. But whist a while, here comes my fellow prisoners. Where's this bully Grig, this lad of life, that will scour the counter with right renish tonight? Oh Sir you are welcome. I thank ye sir, nay we'll be as great as our word, I assure ye. Here Porter, there's money, fetch wine I prithee: Gentlemen you cannot be merry in this melancholy place; but here's a Lad has his heart as light as his purse. Sirrah, thou art some mad slave I think, a regular companion: won that that uses to walk a-nights, or so. Art thou not? Hark ethen ear, thart a good fellow. I am right borne I assure thee. King Harry loves a man, and thou a woman: Shall I teach thee some wit? And tell thee why I met thee here? I went and set my limb-twigs, and I think I got some hundred pound, B a crooked measure at Cooe Parke: And now seeing there was watch laid, And much search for suspicious persons: I got won as honest as myself to arrest me, By a contrary name, and lay me eth counter, And here I know they'll near seek me, And so when the heats over, I am at liberty, And mean to spend my crowns lustily: How lik'st thou this my Bully? An excellent policy. But mum, no words: use it for yourself, or so. O sir, fear it not, be merry Gentlemen: Is not this wine come yet? God's me, forget our chief guest, where's my sword and buckler-man? where's Black will? how now man, melancholy? let not a little wipe make us enemies, clap hands, and be friends. My bloods up still. When 'tis at highest 'twill fall again, come hands, hands. I'll shake hands with thee, because thou carriest a Sword and Buckler, yet thart not right cavalier, thou know'st not how to use them, thaste a heavy arm. I a good smart stroke. Thou cutst my head indeed, but 'twas no play, thou layest open enough, I could have entered at my pleasure.
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I, I assure thee thou art. Well M. Constable, you haue made the Counter This night, the royall Court of Englands King: And by my crowne I sweare, I would not for▪ A thousand pound t'ware otherwise. The Officers in Citties, now I see, Are like an Orchard set with seuerall Trees, Where one must cherish one, rebuke the other: And in this wretched Counters I perceiue, Mony playes fast and loose, purchaces fauour, And without that, nought but miserie. A poore Gentleman hath made complaint to mee,, I am vndone (quoth he) and kept in prison, For one of your fellows that serues the King, Being bound for him, and he neglecting me. Hath brought mee to this woe and miserie. Another Cittizen there is, complaines Of one belonging to the Cardinal, That in his Misters name hath taken vp Commoditie, valued at a thousand pound: The paiment being deferde hath causde him break, And so is quite vndone. Thus kings & Lords I see, Are oft abusde by eruants treacherie. But whist a whyle, here comes my fellow prisoners. Wheres this bullie Grig, this lad of life, that will scowre the counter with right renish to night? Oh Sir you are welcome. I thanke ye syr, nay weele be as great as our word, I assure yee. Heere Porter, thers mony, fetch wine I prethe: Gentlemen you cannot bee merry in this melancholy place; but heres a Lad has his heart as light as his purse. Sirra, thou art some mad slaue I thinke, a reguler companion: won that that vses to walke a nights, or so. Art thou not? Harke ethen eare, thart a good fellow. I am right borne I assre thee. King Harry loues a man, and thou a woman: Shall I teach thee some wi? And tell thee why I met thee here? I went and set my limbe-twigs, and I thinke I got some hundred pound, B a crooked measure at Cooe Parke: And now seeing there was watch layde, And much search for suspitious persons: I got won as honest as my selfe to arrest me, By a contrary name, and lay me eth counter, And here I know thayle nere seeke me, And so when the heats ore, I am at libertie, And meane to spend my crownes lustily: How likst thou this my Bullie? An excellent pollicie. But mum, no words: vse it for your self, or so. O syr, feare it not, be merry Gentlemen: Is not this wine come yet? Gods me, forget our chiefe gest, wheres my sword and buckler-man? wheres Blacke will? how now man, melancholy? let not a little wipe make vs enemies, clap hands, and be friends. My bloods vp still. When tis at highest twill fall againe, come handes, hands. Ile shake hands with thee, because thou carriest a Sword and Buckler, yet thart not right Cauelere, thou knowst not how to vse them, thaste a heauie arme. I a good smart stroke. Thou cutst my head indeed, but twas no play, thou layest open enough, I could haue entred at my pleasure.