Marmion, Shackerley · published 1632 · first performed or written 1631 [Dec] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) · Salisbury Court T30 Constables, justices and the watch typicality 0.88 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
You have said enough, sir. And for requital, I will show you in, Where you shall read the titles, and the prices. But here's a brother of mine is somewhat bashful: I'd fain deliver him to thy discipline. What, is he bashful? that's a fault indeed. Come hither, chops, you must not be so shamefaced? lo you there, sir, you shall come forth in print. March on, my Calypso, come sir, follow your colours. You shall have the leading of the first title, Are your disguises ready? I have mine. Mine's in my pocket. Put it on your face. Now they are housed, I'll watch their coming forth, And fright them in the form of a Constable, If that succeeds well, then I'll change the person, To a justice of peace, and you shall act My clerk Autolicus. They say an officer Dares not appear about the Gates: I'll try it. For I have made one drunk, and got his staff. Which I will use with more authority, Than Mercury his all-commanding rod, To charm their steps, that none shall pass this way; Without examination. There stalks one, I'll first know what he is; now they drop away, As if they leapt out from the Trojan horse; This is the Autumn of the night: who goes there? A friend. Friend, or foe, come before the Constable, Whence come you, friend? an't please you Sir, I have Been waiting on my niece, home to her lodging. Why, is your Niece a Leagerer, a sutler, Or Laundress to this Fort? No, and it like you, She lies without the camp. You lie like a Pimp. You are an Apple-squire, a Rat, and a Ferret. I saw you bolt out from that Cunny-berry. Mr. Constable. Out of the wind of me what do you think, You can put out the eyes of a gor-crow? Fob me off so, the Constable, that have The parish stock of wit in my hands? I am glad, That I have got you from your covert. You shall be learcht, you shall along with me sir. Whither? No farther than to prison, where you shall pay, But forty shillings for noctivagation. I am undone then. There are forty old scores, I owe in Town, will follow after me. What are you? what's your name? Ardelio, A Lords servant. Do Lords servants do this? Alas, a venial sin, we use to learn it, When we come first to be pages. Stand by, there's one has got a clap too. The shirt of Hercules was not so hot. there's one sure has been hurt with a Gronieado. How now, who's there? Here's nobody. nobody. My senses fail me then, who is't? What man are you? No man, you are deceived, I can not find I am a man, that part Is dead, wherein I once was an Achilles: Come nearer.
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You haue ſayd enough, ſir. And for requitall, I will ſhew you in, Where you ſhall read the titles, and the prices. But here's a brother of mine is ſomewhat baſhfull: I'd faine deliuer him to thy diſcipline. What, is he baſhfull? that's a fault indeed. Come hither, chops, you muſt not be ſo ſhamefac'd? Loe you there, ſir, you ſhall come forth in print▪ March on, my Calypſo, come ſir, follow your colours. You ſhall haue the leading of the firſt title, Are your diſguiſes ready? I haue mine. Mine's in my pocket. Put it on your face. Now they are houſ, Ile watch their comming forth, And fright them in the forme of a Conſtable, If that ſucceeds well, then Ile change the perſon, To a Iuſtice of peace, and you ſhall act My clarke Antolicus. They ſay an officer Dares not appeare about the Gates: Ile try it. For I haue made one drunke, and got his ſtaffe. Which I will vſe with more authority, Then Mercury his all-commanding rod, To charme their ſteps, that none ſhall paſſe this way; Without examination. There ſtalkes one, Ile firſt know what he is; now they drop away, As if they leapt out from the Troian horſe; This is the Autumne of the night: who goes there? A friend. Friend, or foe, come before the Conſtable, Whence come you, friend? And't pleaſe you Sir, I haue Been wayting on my neece, home to her lodging. Why, is your Neece a Leagerer, aſuttler, Or Laundreſſe to this Fort? No, and it like you, Shee lyes without the campe. You lye like a Pimpe. You are an Apple-ſquire, a Rat, and a Ferret. I ſaw you bolt out from that Conney-berry. Mr. Conſtable. Out of the wind of mee what do you thinke, You can put out the eyes of a gorcrow? Fob mee off ſo, the Conſtable, that haue The pariſh ſtock of witt in my hands? I am glad, That I haue got you from your couert. You ſhall Bee learcht, you ſhall along with me ſir. Whither? No farther then to priſon, where you ſhall pay, But forty ſhillings for noctiuagation. I am vndone then. There are forty old ſcores, I owe in Towne, will follow after mee. What are you? whats your name? Ardelio, A Lords ſeruant. Do Lords ſeruants doe this? Alas, a veniall ſinne, wee vſe to learne it, When wee come firſt to be pages. Stand by, ther's one has got a clap too. The ſhirt of Hersuſes was not ſo hot. Ther's one ſure has beene hurt with a Gronieado. How now, who's there? Here's no body. No body. My ſenſes fayle mee then, who iſt? What man are you? No man, you are deceiu'd, I can not find I am a man, that part Is dead, wherein I once was an Achilles: Come neerer.