Monsieur Thomas (Father's Own Son) · chunk 29 of 42
Fletcher, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1615 [1610-c.1616] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
This money I do give ye, because of whilom You have been thought my son, and by myself too, And some things done like me: ye are now another There is two hundred pound, a civil some For a young civil man: much land and Lordship Will as I take it now, but prove temptation To dread ye from your settled, and sweet carriage. You say right sir. Nay I beseech ye cover. At your dispose: and I beseech ye too sir, Fot the word civil, and more settled course It may be put to use, that on the interest Like a poor Gentleman. It shall, to my use To mine again: do you see sir: good fine gentleman, I give no brooding money for a Scrivener, Mine is for present traffic, and so i'll use it. So much for that then. For the main cause Mounsieur I scent to treat with you about, behold it; Behold that piece of story work, and view it I want a right heir to inherir me, Not my estate alone, but my conditions, From which you are revolted, therefore dead, And I will break my back, but I will get one. Will you choose there sir? There, among those Damsels, In mine own tribe: I know their qualities Which cannot fail to please me: for their beauties A matter of a three farthings, makes all perfect, A little beer, and beef broth: they are sound too. Stand all a breast: now gentle M. Thomas Before I choose, you having lived long with me, And happily sometimes with some of these too, Which fault I never frowned upon: pray show me (For fear we confound our Genealogies) Which have you laid aboard? speak your mind freely Have you had copulation with that Damsel? I have. Stand you a side then: how with her sir? How, is not seemly here to say. here's fine sport. Retire you too: speak forward M. Thomas. I will: and to the purpose; even with all sir. With all that's somewhat large. And yet you like it Was ever sin so glorious? With all Thomas. All surely sir. A sign thou art mine own yet, In again all: and to your several functions. What say you to young Luce, my neighbour's daughter, She was too young I take it, when you traveled; Some twelve year old? Her will was fifteen sir, A pretty answer, to cut of long discourse, For I have many yet to ask ye of, Where I can choose, and nobly, hold up your finger When ye are right: what say ye to Valeria; Whose husband lies a dying now? why two, And in that form? Her husband is recovered. A witty moral: have at ye once more Thomas, The sisters of St. Alban's, all five; dat boy, Dat's mine own boy. Now our upon thee Monster. Still hoping of your pardon.
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This money I do give ye, becauſe of whilom You have bin thought my ſonne, and by myſelfe too, And ſome things done like me: ye are now another There is two hundred pound, a civill ſome For a yong civill man: much land and Lordſhip Will as I take it now, but prove temptation To dread ye from your ſetled, and ſweet carriage. You ſay right ſir. Nay I beſeech ye cover. At your diſpoſe: and I beſeech ye too ſir, Fot the word civill, and more ſetled courſe It may be put to uſe, that on the intereſt Like a poore Gentleman. It ſhall, to my uſe To mine againe: do you ſee ſir: good fine gentleman, I give no brooding money for a Scrivener, Mine is for preſent trafficke, and ſo ile uſe it. So much for that then. For the maine cauſe Mounſieur I ſent to treat with you about, behold it; Behold that peice of ſtory worke, and view it I want a right heire to inherir me, Not my eſtate alone, but my conditions, From which you are revolted, therefore dead, And I will breake my backe, but I will get one. Will you chooſe there ſir? There, among thoſe Damſels, In mine owne tribe: I know their quallities Which cannot faile to pleaſe me: for their beauties A matter of a three farthings, makes all perfect, A little beere, and beeffe broth: they are ſound too. Stand all a breaſt: now gentle M. Thomas Before I chooſe, you having liv'd long with me, And happely ſometimes with ſome of theſe too, Which fault I never frown'd upon: pray ſhew me (For feare we confound our Genealogies) Which have you laid aboord? ſpeake your mind freely Have you had copulation with that Damſell? I have. Stand you a ſide then: how with her ſir? How, is not ſeemely here to ſay. Heer's fine ſport. Retyre you too: ſpeake forward M. Thomas. I will: and to the purpoſe; even with all ſir. With all that's ſomewhat large. And yet you like it Was ever ſinne ſo glorious? With all Thomas. All ſurely ſir. A ſigne thou art mine owne yet, In againe all: and to your ſeverall functions. What ſay you to yong Luce, my neighbours daughter, She was too yong I take it, when you travelled; Some twelve yeare old? Her will was fifteene ſir, A pretty anſwere, to cut of long diſcourſe, For I have many yet to aske ye of, Where I can chooſe, and nobly, hold up your finger When ye are right: what ſay ye to Valeria; Whoſe husband lies a dying now? why two, And in that forme? Her husband is recover'd. A witty morall: have at ye once more Thomas, The ſiſters of St. Albones, all five; dat boy, Dat's mine owne boy. Now our upon thee Monſter. Still hoping of your pardon.