Monsieur Thomas (Father's Own Son) · chunk 28 of 42
Fletcher, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1615 [1610-c.1616] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
If this be true, thou little tyny page This tale that thou tell'st me Then on thy back will I presently hang A handson new Levery: But if this be false, thou little tyney page As false it well may be Then with a cudgel of four foot long I'll beat thee from head to toe. Will the boy come. He will sir. Time tries all ther. Here he comes now himself sir. To be short Thomas Because I feel a scruple in my conscience Concerning the demeanour, and a main one And therefore like a Father would be satisfied, Get up to that window there, and presently Like a most complete Gentleman, come from Tripoli. Good Lord sir, how are you misled: what fancies (Fitter for idle boys, and drunkards, let me speak't And with a little wonder I beseech you) Choke up your noble judgement? You Rogue Launcelet, You lying rascal. Will ye spoil all again sir. Why, what a devil do you mean? Away knave, Ye keep a company of saucy fellows Deboshed, & daily drunkards, to deavoure ye, Things, whose dull souls, tend to the Cellar only, Ye are ill advised sir, to commit your credit. Sirrah, sirrah. Let me never eat again sir, Nor feel the blessing of another blew-coate If this young Gentleman, sweet Master Thomas Be not as mad as heart can wish: your heart sir, If yesternights discourse: speak fellow Robin And if thou speakest less than truth. 'tis strange these varlets. By these ten bones sir, if these eyes, and ears Can hear and see. Extreme strange, should thus boldly Bud in your sight, unto your son. O deu guin Can ye deny, ye beat a Constable Last night. I touch Authority ye rascal? I violate the Law? Good M. Thomas. Did you not take two Wenches from the Watch too And put 'em into pudding lane? We mean not Those civil things you did at M. Valentine's The Fiddle, and the fa'las, O strange impudence? I do beseech you sir give no such licence To knaves and drunkards, to abuse your son thus: Be wise in time, and turne'em off: we live sir In a State governed civilly, and soberly Where each man's actions should confirm the Law, Not crack, and canzell it. Lancelot du Lake Get you upon adventers: cast your coat And make your exit. Pur la mour de dieu Pur me no purse: but pur at that door, out sirrah I'll beat ye purblind else, out ye eight languages, My blood upon your head. Purge me'em all sir. And you too presently. Even as you please sir. Bid my maid servant come: and bring my daughter I will have one shall please me. 'tis most fit sir. Bring me the money there: here M. Thomas, I pray sit down, ye are no more my son now, Good gentleman be covered At your pleasure.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
If this be true, thou little tyny page This tale that thou tell'ſt me Then on thy backe will I preſently hang A handſon new Levery: But if this be falſe, thou little tyney page As falſe it well may be Then with a cudgell of foure foote long Ile beate thee from head to toe. Will the boy come. He will ſir. Time tries all ther. Here he comes now himſelfe ſir. To be ſhort Thomas Becauſe I feele a ſcruple in my conſcience Concerning the demeanour, and a maine one And therefore like a Father would be ſatisfi'd, Get up to that window there, and preſently Like a moſt compleat Gentleman, come from Tripoly. Good Lord ſir, how are you miſled: what fancies (Fitter for idle boyes, and drunkards, let me ſpeak't And with a little wonder I beſeech you) Choake up your noble judgement? You Rogue Launcelet, You lying raſcall. Will ye ſpoile all agen ſir. Why, what a devill do you meane? Away knave, Ye keepe a company of ſawcy fellowes Deboſh'd, & daiy drunkards, to deavoure ye, Things, whoſe dull ſoules, tend to the Celler only, Ye are ill advis'd ſir, to commit your credit. Sirha, ſirha. Let me never eate againe ſir, Nor feele the bleſſing of another blew-coate If this yong Gentleman, ſweet Maſter Thomas Be not as mad as heart can wiſh: your heart ſir, If yeſternights diſcourſe: ſpeake fellow Robin And if thou ſpeakeſt leſſe then truth. Tis ſtrange theſe varlets. By theſe ten bones ſir, if theſe eies, and eares Can heare and ſee. Extreame ſtrange, ſhould thus boldly Bud in your ſight, unto your ſonne. O deu guin Can ye deny, ye beat a Conſtable Laſt night. I touch Authoritie ye raſcall? I violate the Law? Good M. Thomas. Did you not take two Wenches from the Watch too And put 'em into pudding lane? We meane not Thoſe civill things you did at M. Valentines The Fidle, and the fa'las, O ſtrange impudence? I do beſeech you ſir give no ſuch licence To knaves and drunkards, to abuſe your ſonne thus: Be wiſe in time, and turne'em off: we live ſir In a State govern'd civilly, and ſoberly Where each mans actions ſhould confirme the Law, Not cracke, and canzell it. Lancelot du Lake Get you upon adventers: caſt your coate And make your exit. Pur la mour de dieu Pur me no purs: but pur at that doore, out ſirha Ile beate ye purblind elſe, out ye eight languages, My bloud upon your head. Purge me'em all ſir. And you too preſently. Even as you pleaſe ſir. Bid my maid ſervant come: and bring my daughter I will have one ſhall pleaſe me. Tis moſt fit ſir. Bring me the money there: here M. Thomas, I pray ſit downe, ye are no more my ſonne now, Good gentleman be cover'd At your pleaſure.