 | The Night Raven |  |
The Constable cannot doe it.
A warrant to a Constable was sent,Of speciall charge, disorder to preuent,
(Which was suspected from men ill inclind,)
All those he after ten a clocke did finde,
He should disarme of weapons they did beare,
Not suffring any one a dagger weare.
A humorous odd fellow heard the same,
And to the constable he serious came,
Sir (quoth he) hearing you haue ouersight
For to disarme all weaponed men by night,
I doe intreate you, for your office sake,
A rapire and a dagger you would take
From one that's armed, and a man I feare
A Broker, that my weapons now doth beare,
If Load-stone-like by you they could be drawne,
From, (Day's broke,) that hath them now in pawne,
My credit (sir) would be sharp set againe,
Which now lies desperate rusting in Long-lane.
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