Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T30 Constables, justices and the watch · 500 words
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Thank you good Pompey; and in requital of your prophecy, hark you: I advise you let me not find you before me again upon any complaint whatsoever; no, not for dwelling where you do: if I do Pompey, I shall beat you to your Tent, and prove a shrewd Caesar to you: in plain dealing Pompey, I shall have you whipped; so for this time, Pompey, far you well. I thank your Worship for your good counsel; but I shall follow it as the flesh and fortune shall better determine. Whip me? no, no, let Carman whip his jade, The valiant heart's not whipped out of his trade. Come hither to me, Master Elbow: come hither Master Constable: how long have you been in this place of Constable? Seven year, and a half sir. I thought by the readiness in the office, you had continued in it some time: you say seven years together. And a half sir. Alas, it hath been great pains to you: they do you wrong to put you so oft upon't. Are there not men in your Ward sufficient to serve it? I'faith sir, few of any wit in such matters: as they are chosen, they are glad to choose me for them; I do it for some piece of money, and go through with all. Look you bring me in the names of some six or seven, the most sufficient of your parish. To your Worship's house sir? To my house: far you well: what's a clock, think you? Eleven, Sir. I pray you home to dinner with me. I humbly thank you. It grieves me for the death of Claudio But there's no remedy: Lord Angelo is severe. It is but needful. Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so, Pardon is still the nurse of second woe: But yet, poor Claudio; there is no remedy. Come Sir. he's hearing of a Cause; he will come strait, I'll tell him of you. Pray you do; I'll know His pleasure, may be he will relent; alas He hath but as offended in a dream, All Sects, all Ages smack of this vice, and he To die for't? Now, what's the matter Provost? Is it your will Claudio shall die to morrow? Did not I tell thee yea? hadst thou not order? Why dost thou ask again? Lest I might be too rash: Under your good correction, I have seen When after execution, judgement hath Repent o'er his doom. Go to; let that be mine, Do you your office, or give up your Place, And you shall well be spared. I crave your Honour's pardon: What shall be done Sir, with the groaning Iuliet? she's very near her hour. Dispose of her To some more fit place; and that with speed. Here is the sister of the man condemned, Desires access to you. Hath he a Sister? I my good Lord, a very virtuous maid, And to be shortly of a Sisterhood, If not already.
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Thanke you good Pompey; and in requitall of your propheſie, harke you: I aduiſe you let me not finde you before me againe vpon any complaint whatſoeuer; no, not for dwelling where you doe: if I doe Pompey, I ſhall beat you to your Tent, and proue a ſhrewd Caeſar to you: in plaine dealing Pompey, I ſhall haue you whipt; ſo for this time, Pompey, fare you well. I thanke your Worſhip for your good counſell; but I ſhall follow it as the fleſh and fortune ſhall better determine. Whip me? no, no, let Carman whip his Iade, The valiant heart's not whipt out of his trade. Come hether to me, Maſter Elbow: come hither Maſter Conſtable: how long haue you bin in this place of Conſtable? Seuen yeere, and a halfe ſir. I thought by the readineſſe in the office, you had continued in it ſome time: you ſay ſeauen yeares together. And a halfe ſir. Alas, it hath beene great paines to you: they do you wrong to put you ſo oft vpon't. Are there not men in your Ward ſufficient to ſerue it? 'Faith ſir, few of any wit in ſuch matters: as they are choſen, they are glad to chooſe me for them; I do it for ſome peece of money, and goe through with all. Looke you bring mee in the names of ſome ſixe or ſeuen, the moſt ſufficient of your pariſh. To your Worſhips houſe ſir? To my houſe: fare you well: what's a clocke, thinke you? Eleuen, Sir. I pray you home to dinner with me. I humbly thanke you. It grieues me for the death of Claudio But there's no remedie: Lord Angelo is ſeuere. It is but needfull. Mercy is not it ſelfe, that oft lookes ſo, Pardon is ſtill the nurſe of ſecond woe: But yet, poore Claudio; there is no remedie. Come Sir. Hee's hearing of a Cauſe; he will come ſtraight, I'le tell him of you. 'Pray you doe; Ile know His pleaſure, may be he will relent; alas He hath but as offended in a dreame, All Sects, all Ages ſmack of this vice, and he To die for't? Now, what's the matter Prouoſt? Is it your will Claudio ſhall die to morrow? Did not I tell thee yea? hadſt thou not order? Why do'ſt thou aske againe? Leſt I might be too raſh: Vnder your good correction, I haue ſeene When after execution, Iudgement hath Repented ore his doome. Goe to; let that be mine, Doe you your office, or giue vp your Place, And you ſhall well be ſpar'd. I craue your Honours pardon: What ſhall be done Sir, with the groaning Iuliet? Shee's very neere her howre. Diſpoſe of her To ſome more fitter place; and that with ſpeed. Here is the ſiſter of the man condemn'd, Deſires acceſſe to you. Hath he a Siſter? I my good Lord, a very vertuous maid, And to be ſhortlie of a Siſter-hood, If not alreadie.