Plays, written by Sir John Vanbrugh, volume the firstVanbrugh, John
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Plays, written by Sir John Vanbrugh, volume the first
Vanbrugh, John
Comedy plays; English drama -- 18th century; English drama -- Restoration, 1660-1700
_Sir John._ You----Constable--What damn'd Justice is this?
_Constab._ One that will take Care of you, I warrant you.
_Enter Justice._
_Just._ Well, Mr. Constable, what's the Disorder here?
_Constab._ An't please your Worship----
_Sir John._ Let me speak, and be damn'd: I'm a Divine, and can unfold
Mysteries better than you can do.
_Just._ Sadness, sadness! A Minister so overtaken! Pray, Sir, give the
Constable leave to speak, and I'll hear you very patiently: I assure
you, Sir, I will.
_Sir John._ Sir----You are a very civil Magistrate! Your most humble
Servant.
_Constab._ An't please your Worship, then, he has attempted to beat the
Watch to-night, and swore----
_Sir John._ You lye.
_Just._ Hold, pray, Sir, a little.
_Sir John._ Sir, your very humble Servant.
_Constab._ Indeed, Sir, he came at us without any Provocation, call'd
us Whores and Rogues, and laid us on with a great Quarter-staff. He was
in my Lord _Rake_'s Company: They have been playing the Devil to-night.
_Just._ Hem----Hem----Pray, Sir----may you be Chaplain to my Lord?
_Sir John._ Sir----I presume----I may if I will.
_Just._ My meaning, Sir, is----Are you so?
_Sir John._ Sir--You mean very well.
_Just._ He, hem----hem----Under Favour, Sir, pray answer me directly.
_Sir John._ Under Favour, Sir----Do you use to answer directly when you
are drunk?
_Just._ Good lack, good lack! Here's nothing to be got from him: Pray,
Sir, may I crave your Name?
_Sir John._ Sir----My Name's----[_He hiccups._] Hiccup, Sir.
_Just._ Hiccup? Doctor _Hiccup_, I have known a great many Country
Parsons of that Name, especially down in the _Fenns_. Pray where do you
live, Sir?
_Sir John._ Here----and there, Sir.
_Just._ Why, what a strange Man is this! Where do you preach, Sir? Have
you any Cure?
_Sir John._ Sir----I have----a very good Cure----for a Clap, at your
Service.
_Just._ Lord have mercy upon us!
_Sir John._ [_Aside._] This Fellow asks so many impertinent Questions,
I believe, I'gad, 'tis the Justice's Wife in the Justice's Clothes.
_Just._ Mr. Constable, I vow and protest, I don't know what to do with
him.
_Constab._ Truly, he has been but a troublesome Guest to us all Night.
_Just._ I think, I had e'en best let him go about his Business; for I'm
unwilling to expose him.
_Constab._ E'en what your Worship thinks fit.
_Sir John._ Sir----not to interrupt Mr. Constable, I have a small
Favour to ask.
_Just._ Sir, I open both my Ears to you.
_Sir John._ Sir, your very humble Servant. I have a little urgent
Business calls upon me; and therefore I desire the Favour of you to
bring Matters to a Conclusion.
_Just._ Sir, if I were sure that Business were not to commit more
Disorders, I wou'd release you.
_Sir John._ None----By my Priesthood!
_Just._ Then, Mr. Constable, you may discharge him.
_Sir John._ Sir, your very humble Servant. If you please to accept of a
Bottle--
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