Monsieur Thomas (Father's Own Son) · chunk 11 of 42
Fletcher, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1615 [1610-c.1616] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
It does not please my worship, Nor shall not please my worship: third and lastly, Which if the law were here, I would hang thee for, (However I will lame thee) like a villain, Thou hast wrought him Clean to forget what 'tis to do a mischief, A handsome mischief, such as thou knewest I loved well. My servants all are sound now, my drink soured, Not a horse pawned, nor played away: no warrants Come for the breach of peace. Men travel with their money, and nothing meets 'em: I was accursed to send thee, thou wert ever Leaning to laziness, and loss of spirit, Thou slept'st still like a cork upon the water, Your worship knows, I ever was accounted The most deboshed, and please you to remember, Every day drunk too, for your worship's credit, I broke the Butler's head too. No base Palliard I do remember yet that anslaight, thou wast beaten, And fledst before the Butler: a black jack Playing upon thee furiously, I saw it: I saw thee scattered rogue, behold thy Master. What sweet content dwells here? Put up your book sir, We are all undone else. Tom, when is the horse-race? I know not sir. You will be there? Not I sir, I have forgot those journeys. Spoilt for ever, The cocking holds at Derby, and there will be Iacke Wild-oats, and Will Purser. I am sorry sir, They should employ their time so slenderly, Their understandings will bear better courses. Yes, I will marry again: but Monsieur Thomas, What say ye to the gentleman that challenged ye Before he went, and the fellow ye fell out with? O good Sir, Remember not those follies: where I have wronged sir, (So much I have now learned to discern myself) My means, and my repentance shall make even, Nor do I think it any imputation To let the law persuade me. Any woman: I care not of what colour, or complexion, Any that can bear children: rest ye merry. Ye have utterly undone: clean discharged me, I am for the ragged regiment. Eight languages, And whither at an old man's words? O pardon me. I know him but too well: eight score I take it Will not keep me from beating, if not killing: I'll give him leave to break a leg, and thank him: You might have saved all this, and sworn a little. What had an oath or two been? or a head broke, Though t'had been mine, to have satisfied the old man? I'll break it yet. Now 'tis too late, I take it: Will ye be drunk to night, (a less entreaty Has served your turn) and save all yet? not mad drunk, For than ye are the devil, yet the drunker, The better for your father still: your state is desperate, And with a desperate cure ye must recover it: Do something, do sir: do some drunken thing, Some mad thing, or some any thing to help us.
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It does not pleaſe my worſhip, Nor ſhall not pleaſe my worſhip: third and laſtly, Which if the law were here, I would hang thee for, (However I will lame thee) like a villaine, Thou haſt wrought him Cleane to forget what 'tis to doe a miſchiefe, A handſome miſchiefe, ſuch as thou knew'ſt I lov'd well. My ſervants all are ſound now, my drink ſowrd, Not a horſe pawnd, nor plaid away: no warrants Come for the breach of peace. Men travell with their money, and nothing meets 'em: I was accurs'd to ſend thee, thou wert ever Leaning to lazineſſe, and loſſe of ſpirit, Thou ſlept'ſt ſtill like a corke upon the water, Your worſhip knowes, I ever was accounted The moſt deboſh'd, and pleaſe you to remember, Every day drunke too, for your worſhips credit, I broke the Butlers head too. No baſe Palliard J doe remember yet that anſlaight, thou waſt beaten, And fledſt before the Butler: a blacke jacke Playing vpon thee furiouſly, J ſaw it: I ſaw thee ſcatter'd rogue, behold thy Maſter. What ſweet content dwels here? Put up your booke ſir, We are all undone elſe. Tom, when is the horſe-race? I know not ſir. You will be there? Not I ſir, I have forgot thoſe journeyes. Spoild for ever, The cocking holds at Derby, and there will be Iacke Wild-oats, and Will Purſer. I am ſorry ſir, They ſhould employ their time ſo ſlenderly, Their underſtandings will beare better courſes. Yes, I will marry agen: but Monſieur Thomas, What ſay ye to the gentleman that challenged ye Before he went, and the fellow ye fell out with? O good Sir, Remember not thoſe follies: where I have wronged ſir, (So much I have now learn'd to diſcern my ſelfe) My meanes, and my repentance ſhall make even, Nor doe I thinke it any imputation To let the law prſwade me. Any woman: I care not of what colour, or complexion, Any that can beare children: reſt ye merry. Ye have utterly undone: cleane diſcharg'd me, I am for the ragged regiment. Eight languages, And wither at an old mans words? O pardon me. I know him but too well: eight ſcore I take it Will not keepe me from beating, if not killing: I'le give him leave to breake a leg, and thank him: You might have ſav'd all this, and ſworn a little. What had an oath or two bin? or a head broke, Though t'had been mine, to have ſatisſied the old man? I'le breake it yet. Now 'tis too late, I take it: Will ye be drunk to night, (a leſſe intreaty Has ſerv'd your turne) and ſave all yet? not mad drunk, For then ye are the divell, yet the drunker, The better for your father ſtill: your ſtate is deſperate, And with a deſperate cure ye muſt recover it: Doe ſomething, doe ſir: doe ſome drunken thing, Some mad thing, or ſome any thing to help us.