Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1604-1606] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T30 Constables, justices and the watch · 503 words
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'tis no thanks now,— but as I was saying: as a soul contempt to that sacred ceremony, he most audaciously keeps a Drab in town, and to be free from the interruption of blue Beadles, and other bawdy Officers, he most politicly lodges her in a Constable's house. That's a pretty point i'faith. And so the watch that should fetch her out, are her chiefest guard to keep her in. It must needs be for look how the Constable plays his Conscience, the watchmen will follow the suit. Why well then. All night from me he's hurt, he's made away. Where shall we seek him now? you lead me fair daunt's sir. Pray keep a little patience sir, I shall find him at last you shall see. A Citizen of my ease and substance to walk so long a foot. You should ha' had my horse but that he has eaten out his head sir. How would you had me hold him by the tail sir then? Manners forbid, 'tis no part of my meaning sir,— oh here's Master Rerage, and Master Salewood, now we shall hear of him presently:— Gentlemen both. Master Esay, how fare you sir? Very well in health, did you see Master Blastfield this morning? I was about to move it to you. We were all three in a mind then. I ha' not set eye on him these two days. I wonder he keeps so long from us i'faith. I began to be sick. Why, what's the matter? Nothing in troth, but a great desire I had to have seen him. I wonder you should miss on't lately, you're his bedfellow I lay alone tonight i'faith,— I do not know how, O here comes master Lethe, he can dispatch me: Master Lethe! What's your name sir?— O cry you mercy master Esay. When parted you from master Blastfield sir? Blastfield's an Ass, I have sought him these two days to beat him. yourself all alone sir? ay, and three more.— I am glad, I am where I am then, I perceive 'twas time of all hands. Content i'faith, let's trace him. What? have you found him yet? neither? what's to be done now? i'll venture my body no further for any Gentleman's pleasure, I know not how soon I may be called upon, and now to overheat myself.— I'm undone. This is you that slept with him, you can make fools of us, but i'll turn you over to Quomodo for't. Good sir. I'll prevent mine own danger. I beseech you sir. Though I love Gentlemen well, I do not mean to be undone for 'em. Pray sir, let me request you sir, sweet sir, I beseech you sir. Made fools of us! not to be found! What, what? Do not undo me quite though Ma Quomodo. You're very welcome, master Esay, I ha' nothing to say to you, i'll not touch you, you may go when you please,— I have good bail here I thank their worships.
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Tis no thankes now,—but as I was ſaying: as a ſoule contempt to that ſacred ceremony, hee moſte audaciouſlye keepes a Drab in towne, and to be free from the interruption of blew Beadles, and other bawdy Officers, hee moſt politickly lodges her in a Conſtables houſe. That's a prettie point yfaith. And ſo the wach that ſhould fech her out▪ are her chiefeſt guard to keepeher in. It muſt needes be for looke how the Conſtable playes his Conſcience, the watch-men will followe the ſuite. Why well then. All night from me hee's hurt, hee's made away. Where ſhall we ſeeke him now? you leade me fayre aunt's ſir. Pray keepe a little patience ſir, I ſhall finde him at laſt you ſhall ſee. A Cittizen of my eſe and ſubſtance to walke ſo long a foote. You ſhould ha had my horſe but that he ha's eaten out his head ſir. How would you had me hold him by the tayle ſir then? Manners forbid, tis no part of my meaning ſir,—oh heere's Maiſter Rerage, and Maiſter Salewood, now we ſhall heare of him preſently:—Gntlemen both. Maiſter Eaſie, how fare you ſir? Verye well in health, did you ſee Maiſter Blaſtfield this morning? I was about to moue it to you. We were all three in a minde then. I ha not ſet eye on him theſe two daies. I wonder he keepes ſo long from vs yfaith. I began to be ſicke. Why, what's the matter? Nothing in troth, but a great deſire I had to haue ſeene him. I wōder you ſhuld miſſe on't lately, you'r his bedfelow I lay alone to night yfaith,—I doe not know how, O here comes maſter Lethe, he can diſpatch me: Maſter Lethe! What's your name ſir?—O crie you mercie maſter Eaſie. When parted you from maiſter Blaſtfield ſir? Blaſtfield's an Aſſe, I haue ſought him theſe two dayes to beate him. Your ſelfe all alone ſir? I, and three more.— I am glad, I am where I am then, I perceiue twas time of all handes. Content yfaith, let's trace him. What? haue you found him yet? neither? what's to be done now? ile venter my bodie no further for any Gentlemans pleaſure, I know not how ſoone I may be cald vppon, and now to ouer-heate my ſelfe.— Ime vndone. This is you that ſlept with him, you can make fooles of vs, but ile turne you ouer to Quomodo fort. Good ſir. Ile preuent mine owne danger. I beſeech you ſir. Tho I loue Gentlemen well, I doe not meane to bee vndone for 'em. Pray ſir, let mee requeſt you ſir, ſweete ſir, I beſeech you ſir. Made fooles of vs! not to be found! What, what? Do not vndoe me quite tho Ma Quomodo. Y'are verie welcome, maſter Eaſie, I ha nothing to ſay to you, ile not touch you, you may goe when you pleaſe,— I haue good baile here I thanke their worſhips.