Monsieur Thomas (Father's Own Son) · chunk 35 of 42
Fletcher, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1615 [1610-c.1616] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Faith sir, my rest is up, And what I now pull, shall no more afflict me Then if I played at span-counter, nor is my face The map of any thing I seem to suffer, Lighter affections seldom dwell in me sir. A constant gentleman: would I had taken A fever when I took this harsh way to disturb him, Come walk with me sir, ere to morrow night I doubt not but to see all this blown over. I Have dogged his sister, sure 'twas she, And I hope she will come back again this night too: I have lost of purpose: now if I can With all the art I have, as she comes back, But win a parley for my broken pate, Off goes her maidenhead, and there's vindicta. They stir about the house, I'll stand at distance. Is he come in? Speak softly, He is, and there he goes. Good night, good night wench. As softly as you can. I'll play the Mouse Nan, How close the little thief lies. How he itches? What would you give now to be there, and I At home Mall? Peace for shame. In what a figure The little fool has pulled itself together: Anon you will lie straighter: Ha', there's rare circumstance Belongs to such a treatise: do ye tumble, I'll tumble with ye straight wench: she sleeps sound, Full little thinkest thou of thy joy that's coming, The sweet, sweet joy, full little of the kisses, But those unthought of things come ever happiest. How soft the rogue feels? Oye little villain, Ye delicate coy thief, how I shall thrum ye? Your fie away, good servant, as ye are a gentleman. Prithee leave laughing. Out upon ye Thomas What do ye mean to do? i'll call the house up, O god, I am sure ye will not, shall not serve ye, For up ye go now, and ye were my Father. Your courage willbe cold anon. If it do hang for ' Yet i'll be quartered here first. O fierce villain. What would he do indeed Doll? You had best try him. I'll kiss thee ere I come to bed: sweet Mary. Prithee leave laughing. O, for gentle Nicholas. And view that stormy face, that has so thundered me, A coldne's crept over't now; by your leave, candle, And next door by yours too, so, a pretty, pretty Shall I now look upon ye: by this light it moves me. Much good may it do you sir. Holy saints, defend me. The devil, devil, devil, devil, O the devil. Dor. Ha', ha', ha', ha', the devil O the devil. I am abused most damnedly: most beastly, Yet if it be a she devil: But the house is up, And here's no staying longer in this Cassock, Woman, I here disclaim thee; and in vengeance I'll marry with that devil, but i'll vex thee. By'r ' Lady, but you shall not sir, i'll watch ye.
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Faith ſir, my reſt is up, And what I now pull, ſhall no more afflict me Then if I plaid at ſpan-counter, nor is my face The map of any thing I ſeeme to ſuffer, Lighter affections ſeldome dwell in me ſir. A conſtant gentleman: would I had taken A feaver when I took this harſh way to diſturb him, Come walke with me ſir, ere to morrow night I doubt not but to ſee all this blown over. I Have dog'd his ſiſter, ſure 'twas ſhe, And I hope ſhe will come back again this night too: I have loſt of purpoſe: now if I can With all the art I have, as ſhe comes backe, But win a parley for my broken pate, Off goes her maiden-head, and there's vindicta. They ſtir about the houſe, I'le ſtand at diſtance. Is he come in? Speake ſoftly, He is, and there he goes. Good night, good night wench. As ſoftly as you can. I'le play the Mouſe Nan, How cloſe the little thiefe lyes. How he itches? What would you give now to be there, and I At home Mall? Peace for ſhame. In what a figure The little foole has pull'd it ſelfe together: Anone you will lye ſtreighter: Ha, ther's rare circumſtance Belongs to ſuch a treatiſe: doe ye tumble, I'le tumble with ye ſtraight wench: ſhe ſleeps ſoundly, Full little thinkſt thou of thy joy that's comming, The ſweet, ſweet joy, full little of the kiſſes, But thoſe unthought of things come ever happieſt. How ſoft the rogue feeles? Oye little villaine, Ye delicate coy thiefe, how I ſhall thrum ye? Your fy away, good ſervant, as ye are a gentleman. Prethee leave laughing. Out upon ye Thomas What do ye meane to do? ile call the houſe up, O god, I am ſure ye will not, ſhall not ſerve ye, For up ye goe now, and ye were my Father. Your courage wilbe cold anon. If it do hang for' Yet ile be quarterd here firſt. O feirce villaine. What would he do indeed Doll? You had beſt try him. Ile kiſſe thee ere I come to bed: ſweet Mary. Prethee leave laughing. O, for gentle Nicholas. And view that ſtormy face, that has ſo thundered me, A coldne's crept over't now; by your leave, candle, And next doore by yours too, ſo, a pretty, pretty Shall I now looke upon ye: by this light it moves me. Much good may it do you ſir. Holy ſaints, defend me. The devill, devill, devill, devill, O the devill. Dor. Ha, ha, ha, ha, the devill O the devill. I am abus'd moſt damnedly: moſt beaſtly, Yet if it be a ſhe devill: But the houſe is up, And here's no ſtaying longer in this Caſſock, Woman, I here diſclaime thee; and in vengeance Ile marry with that devill, but ile vex thee. Byr' Lady, but you ſhall not ſir, ile watch ye.