Monsieur Thomas (Father's Own Son) · chunk 34 of 42
Fletcher, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1615 [1610-c.1616] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
I warrant ye. You need no more instruction? I am perfect. MOre stops yet? sure the fiend's my ghostly father, Old Valentine: what wind's in his poop? Lady, You are met most happily: O gentle Doll, You must now do me an especial favour. What is it Master Valentine? I am sorely troubled With a salt rheum fall'n i'my gums. I'll tell ye, And let it move you equally: my blessed Mistress Upon a slight occasion taking anger, took also (to undo me) your Aunt's Nunnery, From whence by my persuasion to redeem her, Will be impossible: nor have I liberty To come, and visit her: my good, good Dorothy, You are most powerful with her, and your Aunt too, And have access at all hours liberally, Speak now, or never for me. In a Nunnery? That course must not be suffered Master Valentine, Her mother never knew it: rare sport for me: Sport upon sport, by th' break of day I'll meet ye, And fear not man, we'll have her out I warrant ye, I cannot stay now. You will not break? By no means. Good night. Good night kind Mistress Doll. This thrives well, Every one takes me for my sister, excellent: This Nunneries fall so pat too, to my figure, Where there be handsome wenches, and they shall know it If once I creep in, ere they get me out again: Stay, her's the house and one of her Maids. Who's there? O Mistress Dorothy you are a stranger. Still Mistress Dorothy? this geere will cotton. Will you walk in forsooth? Where is your Mistress? Not very well: she's gone to bed, I am glad You are come so fit to comfort her. Yes, I'll comfort her. Pray make not much noise, for she is sure asleep, You know your side, creep softly in, your company Will warm her well. I warrant thee I'll warm her. Your brother has been here, the strangest fellow. A very rogue, a rank rogue. I'll conduct ye Even to her chamber door, and there commit ye. COme sir, for this night I shall entertain ye, And like a gentleman, how ere your fortune Hath cast ye on the worst part. How you please sir, I am resolved, nor can a joy or misery Much move me now. I am angry with myself now For putting this forced way upon his patience, Yet any other course had been too slender: Yet what to think I know not, for most liberally He hath confessed strange wrong, which if they prove so, How ere the others long love may forget all, Yet 'twas most fit he should come back, and this way Drink that: and now to my care leave your prisoner, I'll be his guard for this night. Good night to your worship. Good night my honest friends: Come sir, I hope There shall be no such cause of such a sadness As you put on.
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I warrant ye. You need no more inſtruction? I am perfect. MOre ſtops yet? ſure the fiend's my ghoſtly father, Old Ʋalentine: what wind's in his poope? Lady, You are met moſt happily: O gentle Doll, You muſt now doe me an eſpeciall favour. What is it Maſter Valentine? I am ſorely troubled With a ſalt rheume falne i'my gums. I'le tell ye, And let it move you equally: my bleſt Miſtreſſe Vpon a ſlight occaſion taking anger, Tooke alſo (to undoe me) your Aunts Nunnery, From whence by my perſwaſion to redeeme her, Will be impoſſible: nor have I liberty To come, and viſite her: my good, good Dorothy, You are moſt powerfull with her, and your Aunt too, And have acceſſe at all houres liberally, Speake now, or never for me. In a Nunnery? That courſe muſt not be ſuffered Maſter Ʋalentine, Her mother never knew it: rare ſport for me: Sport upon ſport, by th' breake of day I'le meet ye, And feare not man, wee'l have her out I warrant ye, I cannot ſtay now. You will not breake? By no meanes. Good night. Good night kinde Miſtreſſe Doll. This thrives well, Every one takes me for my ſiſter, excellent: This Nunnerys fal ſo pat too, to my figure, Where there be handſome wenches, and they ſhall know it If once I creep in, ere they get me out againe: Stay, her's the houſe and one of her Maids. Who's there? O Miſtreſſe Dorothy you are a ſtranger. Still Miſtreſſe Dorothy? this geere will cotton. Will you walke in forſooth? Where is your Miſtreſſe? Not very well: ſhe's gone to bed, I am glad You are come ſo fit to comfort her. Yes, I'le comfort her. Pray make not much noiſe, for ſhe is ſure aſleep, You know your ſide, creep ſoftly in, your company Will warme her well. I warrant thee I'le warme her. Your brother has been here, the ſtrangeſt fellow. A very rogue, a ranke rogue. I'le conduct ye Even to her chamber door, and there commit ye. COme ſir, for this night I ſhall entertaine ye, And like a gentleman, how ere your fortune Hath caſt ye on the worſt part. How you pleaſe ſir, I am reſolv'd, nor can a joy or miſery Much move me now. I am angry with my ſelfe now For putting this forc'd way upon his patience, Yet any other courſe had been too ſlender: Yet what to thinke I know not, for moſt liberally He hath confeſs'd ſtrange wronge, which if they prove ſo, How ere the others long love may forget all, Yet 'twas moſt fit he ſhould come back, and this way Drinke that: and now to my care leave your priſoner, I'le be his guard for this night. Good night to your worſhip. Good night my honeſt friends: Come ſir, I hope There ſhall be no ſuch cauſe of ſuch a ſadneſſe As you put on.