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 0.80 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
I can not go, I have lost my nerves. You shall be carried to the jail then. Fitter For an Hospital. I am condemned already To fluxes, and dyer drinks. Murder, Murder, Mr. Constable, Murder. Who's that Heronimo's son's ghost in the Garden? O Mr. Constable, we have been so used, As never two adventurous Gentlemen In the hands of their enemies. What's the matter? Let me take breath: I am at the last gasp. We have escaped from the den of the Cyclops, There was one ran a spit against my eyes. Amongst the rest, there was a blink-eyed woman Set a great dog upon me. They have spoilt us Of our cloaks, our hats, our swords, and our money. Your wits, and credit were both lost before. No, we had not our wits about us then. Good sir, let's think on some revenge, call up The Gentlemen prentices, and make a Shrove-Tuesday. By no means, I must suppress all violence. My brother talked of building of a sconce, And straight they seized our cloaks for the reckoning. There I lost my hat and sword in the rescue. 'twas weldone. And whilst some strove to hold my hands, The other dived in my pockets. I am sure, There was a fellow with a tanned face, whose breath Was grown sulphurous with oaths and tobacco, Puffed terror in my face, I shall never be Mine own man again. Stop their throats, somebody. 'twere a good deed to have made them swim the moat. ay, to have stripped them, and sent them out naked. Let's sally out, and fetch them in again. Then call a court on them for false alarms. Fly from their rage, sir; they are worse than Harpies, They'll tear us, as the Thracians did Orpheus, Whose Music, though it charmed the powers of Hell, Could not be heard amongst these. Mr. Ardelio And Miscellanio, I joy to see you, Though ill met here. signior Trimalchio, Sir you must pardon me. I can not stoop. I have the Grincums in my back, I fear Will spoil my courtship. Mr. Ardelio, Who would expected to have met you here? Nay, who would not expect it? 'tis my haunt. I love it, as a pigeon, loves a salt-pit. O me! my scholar too how came he hither? I did not mean t'impart this mystery. How could he find it out? His own Minerva, And my helped, sir. Well, you must all together, Whither must we go? Marry, before a justice, To answer for your riot. M. Constable. I can not dispense with it. Let us redeem our peace. Not before next sessions. Bring them away. Come, there's no remedy. Was ever such a treacherous plot intended, Against our State, and dignity? Had this passed with impunity, they might have sworn, Vengeance had run the country. But I hope, They have no cause to boast their victory,
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I can not go, I haue loſt my nerues. You ſhall be carryed to the Iayle then▪ Fitter For an Hoſpitall. I am condemned already To fluxes, and dyer drinkes. Murder, Murder, Mr. Conſtable, Murder. Who's that Heronimoes ſonnes ghoſt in the Garden? O Mr. Conſtable, wee haue beene ſo vſde, As neuer two aduentrous Gentlemen In the hands of their enemies. Whats the matter? Let mee take breath: I am at the laſt gaſpe. We haue eskapt from the denne of the Cyclops, There was one ranne a ſpit againſt my eyes. Amongſt the reſt, there was a blinke-eyed woman Set a great dog vpon mee. They haue ſpoyld vs Of our cloakes, our hats, our ſwords, and our money. Your wits, and credit were both loſt before. No, wee had not our wits about vs then. Good ſir, let's thinke on ſome reuenge, call vp The Gentlemen prentiſes, and make a Shrouetueſday. By no meanes, I muſt ſuppreſſe all violence. My brother talkt of building of a ſconce, And ſtraight they ſeazd our cloakes for the reckoning. There I loſt my hat and ſword in the reskew. Twas weldone. And whilſt ſome ſtroue to hold my hands, The other diu'd in my pockets. I am ſure, There was a fellow with a tand face, whoſe breath Was growne ſulphurous with oathes and tobacco, Puft terror in my face, I ſhal neuer bee Mine owne man againe. Stop their throates, ſomebody. Twere a good deed to haue made them ſwim the mote. I, to haue ſiript them, and ſent them out naked. Let's ſally out, and fetch them in againe. Then call a court on them for falſe alarums. Flye from their rage, ſir; they are worſe then Harpyes, They'll teare vs, as the Thracians did Orpheus, Whoſe Muſicke, though it charmd the powers of Hell, Could not bee heard amongſt theſe. Mr. Ardelio And Miſcellanio, I ioy to ſee you, Though ill met here. Signiour Trimalchio, Sir you muſt pardon me. I can not ſtoope. I haue the Grincums in my backe, I feare Will ſpoyle my courtſhip. Mr. Ardelio, Who would expected to haue met you here? Nay, who would not expect it? tis my haunt. I loue it, as a pigeon, loues a ſalt-pit. O mee! my ſcholler too how came he hither? I did not meane t'impart this myſtery. How could hee find it out? His owne Minerua, And my helpt, ſir. Well, you muſt all together, Whither muſt wee go? Marry, before a Iuſtice, To anſwere for your ryot. M. Conſtable. I can not diſpence with it. Let vs redeeme our peace. Not before next ſeſſions. Bring them away. Come, there's no remedy. Was euer ſuch a treacherous plot intended, Againſt our State, and dignity? Had this Paſt with impunity, they might haue ſworne, Vengeance had rnne the country. But I hope, They haue no cauſe to boaſt their victory,