The Dutch Courtesan (Cockle de Moye) · chunk 28 of 35
Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T30 Constables, justices and the watch typicality 0.75 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
An honest man and a Citizen. Appear, appear, what are you? A simple Vintner. A Vintner ha, and simple, draw nearer, nearer: here's the Cloak. I Master Vintner we know you, a plain stuff cloak: 'tis it. Right, come: Oh thou varlet, dost not thou know that the Wicked cannot scape the eyes of the Constable? What means this violence, as I am an honest man I took the cloak. As you are a knave, you took the cloak, we are your witnesses for that. But hear me, hear me, I'll tell you what I am. A thief you are. I tell you my name is Mullegrub. I will grub you, In with him to the stocks, there let him sit tell tomorrow morning that justice Quodlibet may examine him. Why but I tell thee. Why but I tell thee, we'll tell thee now. Am I not mad, am I not an ass, Why scabs, God's foot: let me out. ay, ay, let him prate, he shall find matter in us scabs I warrant: Gods so, what good members of the common wealth, do we prove. Prithee peace, let's remember our duties, and let go sleep, in the fear of God. Who goes there: I lo, ho, ho: zounds shall I run mad, Lose my wits: shall I be hanged, hark: who goes there? Do not fear to be poor Mullegrub, Thou hast a sure stock now. The night grows old, And many a cuckold is now Wha, ha, ha, ho, Maids on their backs, Dream of sweet smacks, and warm: Woe, ho, ho, ho, I must go comfort my venerable Mullegrub, I must Fiddle him till he fist: fough: Maids in your Night-rails, Look well to your light Keep close your locks, and down your smocks, Keep a broad eye And a close thigh, excellent, excellent, whose's there? Now Lord, Lord, (master Mullegrub) deliver us: what does your Worship in the stocks? I pray come out Sir. Zounds man I tell thee I am locked. Locked: O world: O men: O time: o night: that canst not Discern virtue, and wisdom, and one of the common Counsel: What is your Worship in for? For (a plague on't) suspicion of Felony. Nay, and it be but such a trifle, Lord I could weep, to see your good Worship in this taking: your Worship has been a good friend to me, and though you have forgot me, yet I knew your wife before she was married, and since I have found your Worsh. door open and I have knocked, and God knows what I have saved: and do I live to see your Worship stocked? Honest Belman, I perceive thou know'st me, I prithee call the Watch. Inform the Constable of my reputation, That I may no longer abide in this shameful habitation, And hold thee, all I have about me. 'tis more than I deserve sir: Let me alone for your Delivery. Do, and then let me alone with Cockledemoy, I'll moy him. Maids in your: Master Constable, whose's that i'th' stocks?
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
An honeſt man and a Cittiezen. Appeare, appeare, what are you? A ſimple Vintner. A Vintner ha, and ſimple, draw neerer, nerer: heers the Cloke. I Maiſter Vintner we know you, a plaine ſtuffe cloke: tis it. Right, come: Oh thou varlet, doeſt not thou know that the Wicked cannot ſcape the eies of the Conſtable? What meanes this violence, as I am an honeſt man I tooke the cloke. As you are a knaue, you tooke the cloke, we are your witneſſes for that. But heare me, heare me, Ile tell you what I am. A theefe you are. I tell you my name is Mullegrub. I will grubbe you, In with him to the ſtockes, there let him ſit tell to morrow morning that Iuſtice Quodlibet may examine him. Why but I tell thee. Why but I tel thee, weele tell thee now. Am I not mad, am I not an aſſe, Why ſcabs, Gods foot: let me out. I, I, let him prae, he ſhall find matter in vs ſcabs I warrant: Gods ſo, what good members of the common wealth, doe wee proue. Prethee peace, lets remember our duties, and let go ſleepe, in the feare of God. Who goes there: I lo, ho, ho: zounds ſhall I run mad, Looſe my wits: ſhall I be hangd, hark: who goes there? Do not feare to be poore Mullegrub, Thou haſt a ſure ſtocke now. The night growes old, And many a cockould is now Wha, ha, ha, ho, Maids on their backes, Dreame of ſweet ſmackes, and warme: Wo, ho, ho, ho, I muſt go comfort my venerable Mullegrub, I muſt Fiddle him till he fyſt: fough: Maides in your Night-railes, Looke well to your light Keepe cloſe your lockes, and downe your ſmocks, Keepe a brode eie And a cloſe thigh, excellent, excellent, whoſe there? Now Lord, Lord, (maiſter Mullegrub) deliuer vs: what does your Worſhip in the ſtocks? I pray come ou Sir. Zounds man I tell thee I am lockt. Lockt: O world: O men: O time: o night: that canſt not Diſcerne vertue, and wiſdome, and one of the common Counſel: What is your Worſhip in for? For (a plague ont) ſuſpition of Fellonie. Nay, and it be but ſuch a trifle, Lord I could weep, to ſee your good Worſhip in this taking: your Worſhippe has beene a good friend to me, and tho you haue forgot me, yet I knewe your wife before ſhe was married, and ſince I haue found your Worſh. dore open and I haue knockt, and God knows what I haue ſaued: and doe I liue to ſee your Worſhip ſtockt? Honeſt Belman, I perceiue thou knowſt me, I prethe call the Watch. Informe the Conſtable of my reputation, That I may no longer abide in this ſhamefull habitation, And hold thee, all I haue about me. Tis more then I deſerue ſir: Let me alone for your Deliuerie. Doe, and then let me alone with Cockledemoy, Ile moy him. Maids in your: Maiſter Conſtable, whoſe that ith'ſtoks?