Monsieur Thomas (Father's Own Son) · chunk 27 of 42
Fletcher, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1615 [1610-c.1616] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Blackfriars T41 Household service: masters, doors and po typicality 0.78 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
We shall know shortly more, apply your own care At home good Alice, and trust him to my counsel. Nay, do not weep, all shall be well, despair not. AT Valentine's house so merry? As a pie Sir: So gameson dost thou say? I am sure I heard it. Ballads, and Fiddles too? No, but one Fiddle; But twenty noyces. Did he do devises? The best devises sir: her's my fellow Launcelet He can inform ye all: he was among 'em, A mad thing too: I stood but in a corner. Come sir, what can you say? is there any hope yet You Master may return? He went far else I will assure your worship on my credit By the faith of a Traveler, and a Gentleman, Your son in found again, the son, the Tom. Is he the old Tom? The old Tom. Go forward. Next, to consider how he is the old Tom. Handle me that. I would ye had seen it handled Last night sir, as we handled it: cap à pe, Footte for leers, and learing; O the noise The noise we made. Good, good. The windows clattering And all the Chambermaids, in such a hubbub, One with her smock half off; another in haste With a serving man's hose upon her head. Good still. A fellow railing out of a loop hole there And his mouth stopped with dirt. i'faith a fine Boy. Here one of our heads broke. Excellent good still. The gentleman himself young M. Thomas, Environed with his furious Myrmidons The fiery Fiddler, and myself; now singing, Now beating at the door, there parlying, Courting at that window, at the other scalling And all these several noises to two Trenchers, Strung with a bottom of brown thread, which showed admirable. There eat, and grow again, I am pleased. Nor here sir. Gave we the frolic over: though at length We quit the Lady's Sconce on composition But to the silent streets we turned our furies: A sleeping watchman here we stole the shoes from, There made a noise, at which he wakes, and follows: The streets are dirty, takes a queen hith cold, Hard cheese, and that chokes him o' Monday next: Windows, and signs we sent to Erebus; A crew of bawling curs we entertained last, When having let the pigs lose in out parishes, O the brave cry we made as high as Algate! Down comes a Constable, and the Sow his Sister Most traitorously tramples upon Authority, There a whole stand of rug gowns routed manly And the King's peace put flight: a purblind pig here Runs me his head into the Admirable Lantern, Out goes the light, and all turns to confusion: A Potter rises, to inquire this passion A Boar embossed takes sanctuary in his shop. When twenty dogs rush after, we still cheering Down goes the pots, and pipkins, down the pudding pans, The cream bols cry revenge here, there the candlesticks.
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We ſhall know ſhortly more, apply your own care At home good Alice, ad truſt him to my counſell. Nay, doe not weep, all ſhall be well, deſpaire not. AT Valentines houſe ſo merry? As a pie Sir: So gameſon doſt thou ſay? I am ſure I heard it. Ballads, and Fidles too? No, but one Fidle; But twenty noyces. Did he do deviſes? The beſt deviſes ſir: her's my fellow Launcelet He can informe ye all: he was among 'em, A mad thing too: I ſtood but in a corner. Come ſir, what can you ſay? is there any hope yet You Maſter may returne? He went far elſe I will aſſure your worſhip on my credit By the faith of a Travellor, and a Gentleman, Your ſonne in found againe, the ſonne, the Tom. Is he the old Tom? The old Tom. Goe forward. Next, to conſider how he is the old Tom. Handle me that. I would ye had ſeene it handled Laſt night ſir, as we handled it: cap à pe, Footte for leers, and learings; O the noyſe The noyſe we made. Good, good. The windowes clattring And all the Chambermaides, in ſuch a whobub, One with her ſmocke halfe off; another in haſt Wih a ſerving mans hoſe upon her head. Good ſtill. A fellow rayling out of a loop hole there And his mouth ſtopt with durt. y'faith a fine Boy. Here one of our heads broke. Excellent good ſtill. The gentleman himſelfe yong M. Thomas, Invirond with his furious Mermidons The fiery Fidler, and my ſelfe; now ſinging, Now beating at the doore, there parlying, Courting at that window, at the other ſcalling And all theſe ſeverall noyſes to two Trenchers, Strung with a bottome of browne thred, which ſhowd admirable. There eate, and grow againe, I am pleas'd. Nor here ſir. Gave we the frolicke over: though at length We quit the Ladies Skonce on compoſition But to the ſilent ſtreetes we turn'd our furies: A fleeping watchman here we ſtole the ſhooes from, There made a noyſe, at which he wakes, and followes: The ſtreetes are durty, takes a queene hith cold, Hard cheeſe, and that choakes him o' Munday next: Windowes, and ſignes we ſent to Erebus; A crue of bawling curs we entertain'd laſt, When having let the pigs looſe in out pariſhes, O the brave cry we made as high as Algate! Downe comes a Conſtable, and the Sow his Siſter Moſt trayterouſly tramples upon Authority, There a whole ſtand of rug gownes rowted manly And the Kings peace put flight: a purblind pig here Runs me his head into the Admirable Lanthorne, Out goes the light, and all turnes to confuſion: A Potter riſes, to enquire this paſſion A Boare imboſt takes ſanctuary in his ſhop. When twenty dogs ruſh after, we ſtill cheering Down goes the pots, and pipkins, down the pudding pans, The creame bols cry revenge here, there the candleſticks.