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Wit in a constable A comedy written 1639. The author Henry Glapthorne. And now printed as it was lately acted at the Cock-pit in Drury lane, by their Majesties Servants, with good allowance.
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Glapthorne, Henry.
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mad-cap my Scene is Enter Holdfast Hold. Nay come forward Land lord Spoild else Trist. Bus. T is my Cosens lodgings pray be bold in 't As is my Chamber Cosen this is a Constable Tho. He comes not with a warrant Hold. No I le warrant you I Brought him Sir to see you he 's a wit A very wit or as the modernes terme it A sparke a meere sparke such a one as I am Since I left off those idle toyes cald books He 'll take Tobacco too and with a grace Spit i th' rub'd chamber though his testy wife Crye fie upon him he 's a very sparke and worthy your acquaintance Tris. Come forward sir you stand as if you 'd cosen'd One of them with bad linnen pray advance My Master is your Leader Bus. Save you gentlemen Tho. Y' are very welcome Sir my Cosen speakes you A Citizen of ranke Know That you beare office Of honour in your parish Tho. That y' are witty Or as he sayes a sparke Know Nay a good fellow Bus. T is granted gentlemen This is my Character I am by trade A Linnen Draper Tho. Would trust me For forty ells of Holland Bus. Ha how 's that sir I have more wit I thanke you cause you seeme A Gentleman of quality I care not To venture as much Cambricke as shall make Your Crush a gorget but no farther sir There is no wit in 't how 's that Mr. Holdfast Hold. You are a sparke still Landlord Know I le sweare in this he 's witty Bus. T is my humour My wit has halfe and one me long ere this But for my wit I de beene an Alderman And twirld a pondrous chaine upon the bench With as much grace as can the formalst of them I should have fin'd for Sheriffe but all Guild Hall Hearing I was a wit cry'd out upon him T will breed an alteration in the Senate To have a wit amongst them How 's that sir Know And so you mist preferment Tho. And continue i th' state of wisedome still an humble Constable Hold. Yes and an honest one I le say that for him He ne're stop'd wench in 's watch Bus. How 's that I scorne it I 've stopt a hundred in my time how 's that sir You relish wit I see Know T is so acute No pallat but most taste it shall 's to th' Taverne Y' are for a cup I hope Bus. For now sir It is my frequent use when I have set My watch to view the Taverne drinke a quart And then backe to my businesse and there wit in 't Tho. T is granted sir Come gentlemen an houre Is our extent of time good Mr. Constable It shall be yours Cosen J have some businesse Concernes your knowledge as we passe along J shall informe you Exeunt Enter Valentine Grace Clare Maudlin Val. You see I me come Vpon your summons Clar. Sure you mistake There 's none here is so fond of you to court Your cheap and vulgar presence Val. Here 's a Letter Speaks other language you might cloath your discourse In the same phrase or I shall laugh your folly Into a milder temper and then leave you Clar. You 'r very confident Val. No you 're too coy I me now i th' humour to be tempted to Love any of you take me while the fit Is on me for i me sure t will not endure Longer than does a wealthy widdowes griefe For a loath'd husband Speak ha you a mind to me Speake quickly or for ever more hereafter Be sure to hold your peace and that 's a taske Farre worse then death to any of your sexe Clar. Her blushes does betray her wer 't to me He should finde other usage Sir my Cosen I know not how transported by her love Above her reason has enthrald her heart To your dispose I hope sir you 'r so much A Gentleman you will make civill use Of her affection t will be worth your care sir Besides the rich endearements of her youth She 's Mistris of a fortune that may challenge A noble retribution for her love Wee le not disturbe your conference Ex. Clar. Maud Grace Cosen cosen you will not leave me thus I pray let me goe sir Val. Thus farre into my armes girle that 's the place Thou oughtst to rest in you expect I warrant That I should court you now and with an armie Of oathes stuft with as many sinicall falsehoods Protest I love you by this light I know not T is folly to dissemble whether or no I can affect thee yet thou seemst to weare That pretty harmlesse innocence in thy lookes It wins my credulous thoughts to believe Thou maist be vertuous Grace Sir I hope my owne Too forward zeale in tendring you my love Will not in your good thoughts beget an ill Opinion of my modesty Val. Never fear 't That freenesse more engages my just faith To embrace thy affection I have seene some Ladyes Coy as a Voteresse below their suiters Yet with a tough-backt groome have knowne them sin With most libidinous appetite in private But J 'me as fearelesse girle that ought amisse Can staine thy soule as thou wert confident In setling thy most constant choise upon A stranger yet I must desire the reason Why you did love me for my owne good parts Certaine they 're not so attractive as to conquer A beautie at first sight Grace Since I have Disclos'd my affection to you although love Oft times admits no reason I le endeavour To satisfie your question the first cause Moov'd me to love you was my father Val. Hang thy father In 's owne gold chaine but such another word And never hope to have me dost thou thinke I le be beholding to an eight i th' hundred To such an empty caske as is thy father Who soon did get his wealth by the old proverbe Of fooles have fortune for a wife but that I have some mercy in me to believe Thou maist be virtuous I would not match With any of my squeamish Ants of London For all the wealth i th' Chamber Grace Sir you ask'd A question of me and will not permit Me give a civill answer as I said My father Val. Father agen farewell my eares doe blister At the harsh sound would thou hadst beene a Bastard So thou hadst no title to his blood Another father like a whirlewind blowes me Hence from thy sight for ever Gra. Pray heare me Intends to match me to Sir Timothy Shallow-wit a creature onely fit for scorne Which to prevent and taken with the fulnesse Of your true worth I rather chuse to cast My reputation on your noble pitty Than stand the desperate hazard of my ruine Val. She loves me by this light this is no tricke Now to my Thorowgoods project th' art a good wench A harmlesse wench and I believe a sound one And I will have thee give me thy hand yet stay Ere I doe cast my selfe away upon thee You here shall promise Mistris to become A