Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Holland's Leaguer · chunk 28 of 41

Marmion, Shackerley · published 1632 · first performed or written 1631 [Dec] (Annals)
comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) · Salisbury Court
unassigned nearest T30 Constables, justices and the watch · 500 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.

Well, they may talk of Dunkirk, or of Callis, Enriched with foreign booties, but if ever A little Garrison, or sconce, as this, Were so filled up with spoils, let me be carted. And carry it so cunningly away, Beyond the reach of justice, and of all The jurisdiction in our own hand, Like a free state. Did not I purchase it? And am not I the Lady of the Manor? And who shall dare to question me? I hope, I shall be able to defend my Fort, From the invasion of the painted staff, Or the tempestuous paper Engine, safe, As a mole in a Trench, and work at high midnight. When their wise heads are laid, we'll raise the spirits Of our dead pleasures, use the benefit Of youth, and dance our Orgies by the Moonlight. I hope they need not to condemn us, we drive As open trade as they, and vent as ill Commodities, as any: all that we utter, Is in dark shops, or else by candlelight. We are become the envy of Citizens. It is reported that we study physic. Why so? The reason is, because we know The several constitutions of men's bodies. And some term us the leaguer. We defy The force of any man, who's that knocks so? Go bid the watch look out, and if their number Be not too plural, then let them come in. But if they chance to be those ruffian Soldiers, Let fall the portcullis. All they can do, Is to discharge a volley of oaths at me. I'll take no tickets, nor no future stipends. 'tis not false titles, or denominations Of offices can do it. I must have money. Tell them so, draw the bridge. I'll make them know, This is no widow's house, but Marcus Manitius, Is Lord of the Island, Who wast? The Constable. What would he have? You know his business. Pox on the Marshal, and the Constable. There cannot be a Mystery in a Trade, But they must peep into it. Merciless varlets, That know how many fall by our occupation, And yet would have their Venery for nothing. A chambermaid can't have a Ruff to set, But they must be poking in it; Now they have brought us under contribution, They vex us more than the Venetians do The whole Corporation of courtesans: But we must give good words, show them a room. There's hot service within, I hear the musket's Play from the Rampires. I am valiant, And will venture upon the very mouths of them. Mr. Ardelio, you have been a stranger. You are grown rich of late. Who, I grown rich? Yes somewhat pursy for want of exercise. Well, I was wont to put in for a gamester. But now I am quite thrust out of all play. We were wont to be your subjects to work on, And since you scorn us, yet you cannot say, But you have found good dealing at our hands.
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PlayHolland's Leaguer
AuthorMarmion, Shackerley
Publication year (edition)1632
First performance / composition (Annals)1631 [Dec]
First performance (BritDrama)1631 [Dec]
Company (BritDrama)Prince Charles's Men (second)
TheaterSalisbury Court;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 979 · TCP A07025 · DEEP 791
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1865–1931 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 28 of 41 in this edition
Length500 words · 656 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T30 — Constables, justices and the watch at 0.732
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Well, they may talke of Dunkerke, or of Callis, Enricht with forraine booties, but if euer A little Garriſon, or ſconce, as this, Were ſo fild vp with ſpoyles, let me be carted. And carry it ſo cunningly away, Beyond the reach of Iuſtice, and of all The iuriſdiction in our owne hand, Like a free ſtate. Did not I purchaſe it? And am not I the Lady of the Mannor? And who ſhall dare to queſtion mee? I hope, I ſhall be able to defend my Fort, From the inuaſion of the painted ſtaffe, Or the tempeſtuous paper Engine, ſafe, As a Moale in a Trench, and worke at hie midnight. When their wiſe heads are layd, wee'l rayſe the ſpirits Of our dead pleaſures, vſe the benefit Of youth, and dance our Orgyes by the Moonelight. I hope they need not to condemne vs, wee driue As open trade as they, and vent as ill Commodities, as any: all that we vtter, Is in darke ſhoppes, or elſe by candlelight. We are become the enuy of Citizens. It is reported that we ſtudy phyſicke. Why ſo? The reaſon is, becauſe we know The ſeuerall conſtitutions of mens bodies. And ſome tearme vs the Leager▪ We defye The force of any man, who's that knocks ſo? Go bid the watch looke out, and if their number Be not too plurall, then let them come in. But if they chance to bee thoſe ruffian Souldiers, Let fall the purcullis. All they can do, Is to diſcharge a volley of oathes at me. Ile take no tickets, nor no future ſtipends. Tis not falſe titles, or denominations Of offices can do it. I muſt haue money. Tell them ſo, draw the bridge. Ile make them know, This is no widdowes houſe, but Marcus Manitius, Is Lord of the Iland, Who waſt? The Conſtable. What would he haue? You know his buſineſſe. Pox on the Marſhall, and the Conſtable. There cannot be a Myſtery in a Trade, But they muſt peepe into it. Mercileſſe varlets, That know how many fall by our occupation, And yet would haue their Venery for nothing. A chambermayd can't haue a Ruffe to ſet, But they muſt bee poking in it; Now they haue brought vs vnder contribution, They vex vs more then the Venetians doe The whole Corporation of Curtezans: But we muſt giue good words, ſhew them a roome. There's hot ſeruice within, I heare the Muskets Play from the Rampiers. I am valiant, And will venter vpon the very mouthes of them. Mr. Ardelio, you haue beene a ſtranger. You are growne rich of late. Who, I growne rich? Yes ſomewhat purſy for want of exerciſe. Well, I was wont to put in for a gameſter. But now I am quite thruſt out of all play. We were wont to be your ſubiects to worke on, And ſince you ſcorne vs, yet you cannot ſay, But you haue found good dealing at our hands.