Anonymous · published 1608 · first performed or written 1602 [1599-1604] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · Globe unassigned nearest T30 Constables, justices and the watch · 492 words
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By the Lord there are some watchmen; I hear them name Master Constable, I would to God my Mill were an Eunuch and wanted her stones, so I were hence. Who's there? 'tis the Constable by this light, I'll steal hence, and if I can meet mine host Blague, i'll tell him how Smug is ta'en, and will him to look to himself. What the devil is that white thing? this same is a Churchyard, and I have heard that ghosts, and villainous goblins have been seen here. Grass and hay, O that I could conjure, we saw a spirit here in the Churchyard; and in the fallow field there's the devil, with a man's body upon his back in a white sheet. It may be a woman's body Sir Iohn. If she be a woman, the sheets damn her, Lord bless us, what a night of mortality is this. Priest. Mine host. Did you not see a spirit all in white, cross you at the style? O no mine host, but there sat one in the porch, I have not breath enough left to bless me from the Devil. who's that? The Sexton almost frighted out of his wits, Did you see Banks, or Smug. No they are gone to Waltham, sure I would feign hence, come, let's to my house, I'll near serve the duke of Norfolk in this fashion again whilst I breathe. If the devil be amongst us, 'tis time to hoist sail, and cry roomer: Keep together Sexton, thou art secret, what? let's be comfortable one to another. We are all mortal mine host. True, and I'll serve God in the night hereafter, afore the Duke of Norfolk. Good morrow gentle knight, A happy day after your short night's rest, Ha, ha, sir Raph stirring so soon indeed, by’r lady sir rest would have done right well, Our riding late last night, has made me drowsy, Go to go to those days are gone with us. Sir Arthur, Sir Arthur, care go with those days, Let'em even go together, let'em go. 'tis time i'faith that we were in our graves When Children leave obedience to their parents, When there's no fear of God, no care, no duty. Well, well, nay nay, it shall not do, it shall not, No Mountchensey, thoust hear on't, thou shalt, Thou shalt i'faith, I'll hang thy Son if there be law in England: A man's Child ravished from a nunnery! This is rare; well well, there's one gone for Friar Hildersham. Nay gentle Knight do not vex thus, It will but hurt your health. You cannot grieve more than I do, but to what end; but hark you Sir Raph, I was about to say something; it makes no matter, But hark you in your ear; the friar's a knave, but God forgive me, a man cannot tell neither, 'sfoot I am so out of patience, I know not what to say.
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By the Lord there are some watchmen; I heare them name Maister Constable, I would to God my Mill were an Eunuch and wanted her stones, so I were hence. Who's there? Tis the Constable by this light, Ile steale hence, and if I can meete mine host Blague, ile tell him how Smug is taine, and will him to looke to him selfe. What the deuill is that white thing? this same is a Church-yard, and I haue heard that ghosts, and villenous goblins haue beene seene here. Grasse and hay, O that I could coniure, wee saw a spirite here in the Church-yeard; and in the fallow field ther's the deuill, with a mans body vpon his backe in a white sheet. It may be a womans body Sir Iohn. If shee be a woman, the sheets damne her, Lord blesse vs, what a night of mortalitie is this. Priest. Mine host. Did you not see a spirit all in white, crosse you at the stile? O no mine host, but there sate one in the porch, I haue not breath ynough left to blesse me from the Deuill. Whoes that? The Sexton almost frighted out of his wits, Did you see Banks, or Smug. No they are gone to Waltham, sure I would faine hence, come, lets to my house, Ile nere serue the duke of Norfolk in this fashion againe whilst I breath. If the deuill be amongst vs, tis time to hoist saile, and cry roomer: Keepe together Sexton, thou art secret, what? lets be comfortable one to another. We are all mortall mine host. True, and Ile serue God in the night hereafter, afore the Duke of Norfolke. Good morrow gentle knight, A happy day after your short nights rest, Ha, ha, sir Raph stirring so soone indeed, Birlady sir rest would haue done right well, Our riding late last night, has made mee drowsie, Goe to goe to those dayes are gone with vs. Sir Arthur, Sir Arthur, care go with those dayes, Let'am euen goe together, let'am goe. Tis time yfaith that wee were in our graues When Children leaue obedience to their parents, When there's no feare of God, no care, no dutie. Well, well, nay nay, it shall not doe, it shall not, No Mountchensey, thoust heare on't, thou shalt, Thou shalt yfaith, Ile hang thy Son if there be law in England: A mans Child rauisht from a Nunry! This is rare; well well, ther's one gone for Frier Hildersam. Nay gentle Knight do not vexe thus, It will but hurt your health. You cannot greeue more then I doe, but to what end; but harke you Sir Raph, I was about to say somthing; it makes no matter, But hearke you in your eare; the Frier's a knaue, but God forgiue me, a man cannot tel neither, s'foot I am so out of patience, I know not what to say.