Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Monsieur Thomas (Father's Own Son) · chunk 32 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 · 499 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.

Let's find him first, he'll quickly give occasion, But take heed to yourself, and say I warned ye: He has a plaguy pate. That at my danger. ABoard, aboard, the wind stands fair. These call for passengers, I'll stay, & see What men they take aboard. A boat, a boat, a boat. Away then. Whether are ye bound friends? Down to the straits. Ha', 'tis not much unlike him. May I have passage for my money? And welcome too. 'Tis he, I know 'tis he now. Then merrily aboard, and noble friend Heaven's goodness keep thee ever, and all virtue Dwell in thy bosom Cellide, my last tears I leave behind me thus, a sacrifice, For I dare stay no longer to betray ye. Be not so quick sit: Saylors I here charge ye By virtue of this warrant, as you will answer it, For both your ship and Merchant I know perfectly: Lay hold upon this fellow. Fellow? I sir. No hand to sword sir, we shall master ye, Fetch out the manacles. I do obey ye: But I beseech ye sir, inform me truly How I am guilty. Ye have robbed a gentleman, One that ye are bound to for your life and being: Money and horse unjustly ye took from him, And something of more note, but for y'are a gentleman. It shall be so, and here I'll end all miseries, Since friendship is so cruel, I confess it, And which is more, a hundred of these robberies: This Ring I stole too from him: and this jewel The first and last of all my wealth: forgive me My innocence and truth, for saying I stole 'em, And may they prove of value but to recompense The thousand part of his love, and bread I have eaten. Pray see 'em rendered noble sir, and so I yield me to your power. Guard him toth' water, I charge you Sailors, there I will receive him, And back convey him to a justice. Come sir, Look to your neck, you are like to sail i'th' air now. COme quickly, quickly, quickly, paint me handsomely Take heed my nose be not in grain too, Come Doll, Doll, disen me. If you should play now Your devil's parts again. Yea and nay Dorothy. If ye do any thing, but that ye have sworn to, Which only is access. As I am a gentleman: Out with this hair Doll, handsomely. You have your breeches? I prithee away, thou knowst I am monstrous ticklish, What dost thou think I love to blast my buttocks? I'll plague ye for this roguery: for I know well What ye intent sir. On with my Muffler. Ye are a sweet Lady: come let's see you curtsy: What broke i'th' bum, hold up your head. Plague on't I shall he piss my breeches if I cowre thus, Come, am I ready. At all points, as like sir As if you were my Mistress. Who goes with ye.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayMonsieur Thomas (Father's Own Son)
AuthorFletcher, John
Publication year (edition)1639
First performance / composition (Annals)1615 [1610-c.1616]
First performance (BritDrama)1615 [1613-1619]
Company (BritDrama)Unknown
TheaterBlackfriars;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1104 · TCP B13574 · DEEP 922
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 2231–2304 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 32 of 42 in this edition
Length499 words · 670 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T6 — Money, debt and credit at 0.775
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T46 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Let's finde him firſt, he'l quickly give occaſion, But take heed to your ſelfe, and ſay I warn'd ye: He has a plaguy pate. That at my danger. ABoard, aboard, the winde ſtands faire. Theſe call for paſſengers, I'le ſtay, & ſee What men they take aboard. A boat, a boat, a boat. Away then. Whether are ye bound friends? Downe to the Straytes. Ha, 'tis not much unlike him. May I have paſſage for my money? And welcome too. 'Tis he, I know 'tis he now. Then merrily aboard, and noble friend Heauens goodneſſe keep thee ever, and all vertue Dwell in thy boſome Cellide, my laſt teares J leave behinde me thus, a ſacrifice, For I dare ſtay no longer to betray ye. Be not ſo quicke ſit: Saylors I here charge ye By vertue of this warrant, as you will anſwer it, For both your ſhip and Merchant I know perfectly: Lay hold upon this fellow. Fellow? J ſir. No hand to ſword ſir, we ſhall maſter ye, Fetch out the manacles. I doe obey ye: But I beſeech ye ſir, informe me truely How I am guilty. Ye have rob'd a gentleman, One that ye are bound to for your life and being: Money and horſe unjuſtly ye tooke from him, And ſomething of more note, but for y'are a gentleman. It ſhall be ſo, and here I'le end all miſeries, Since friendſhip is ſo cruell, I confeſſe it, And which is more, a hundred of theſe robberies: This Ring I ſtole too from him: and this jewell The firſt and laſt of all my wealth: forgive me My innocence and truth, for ſaying I ſtole 'em, And may they prove of value but to recompence The thouſand part of his love, and bread I have eaten. Pray ſee 'em render'd noble ſir, and ſo I yeeld me to your power. Guard him to'th water, I charge you Saylors, there I will receive him, And backe convey him to a Iuſtice. Come ſir, Look to your neck, you are like to ſayle i'th ayre now. COme quickly, quickly, quickly, paint me handſomly Take heed my noſe be not in graine too, Come Doll, Doll, diſen me. If you ſhould play now Your divels parts againe. Yea and nay Dorothy. If ye doe any thing, but that ye have ſworne to, Which onely is acceſſe. As I am a gentleman: Out with this hayre Doll, handſomely. You have your breeches? I prethee away, thou know'ſt I am monſtrous tickliſh, What do'ſt thou think I love to blaſt my buttocks? I'le plague ye for this roguery: for I know well What ye intend ſir. On with my Muffler. Ye are a ſweet Lady: come let's ſee you curtſie: What broke i'th bum, hold up your head. Plague on't I ſhall he piſſe my breeches if I cowre thus, Come, am I ready. At all points, as like ſir As if you were my Miſtris. Who goes with ye.