Monsieur Thomas (Father's Own Son) · chunk 36 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 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Plague O your spanish leather hide; i'll waken ye: Devil, good night: good night good devil. Oh. Roar again, devil, roar again. O, O, sir. Open the doors before him: let him vanish. Now, let him come again, i'll use him kinder How now Wench. Pray lie here yourself, next Mistress And entertain your sweet heart. What said he to thee. I had a soft bed: and I slept out all, But his kind farewell: ye may bake me now For O my conscience, he has made me venison. Alas poor Kate; i'll give thee a new Petticoat, And I a Waistcoat, Wench. Draw in the bed Maids, And see it made again; put fresh sheets on too, For Doll. and I: come Wench, let's laugh an hour now, To morrow early, will we see young Cellide They say she has taken Sanctuary: love, & they Are thick sown, but come up so full of thistles. They must needs Maul: for 'tis a pricking age grown Prithee to bed, for I am monstrous sleepy. A match, but art not thou thy brother? Would I were Wench, You should hear further. Come, no more of that Doll. I Herd the doors clap: now, and't be thy will, wench By th' mass she comes: you are surely melt fair gentlewoman, I take it Mistress Doll, Sebastian's daughter. I take right sir: Hylas, are you feretting I'll fit you with a pennyworth presently. How dare you walk so late so sweet: so weak guarded? Faith sir, I do no harm, nor none I look for Yet I am glad, I have met so good a gentleman, Against all chances: for though I never knew ye Yet I have heard much good spoke of ye, Hark ye. What if a man should kiss ye? That's no harm sir, Pray God he escapes my herd, there lies the mischief. Her lips are monstrous rugged, but that surely Is but the sharpness of the weather: hark ye once more, And in your ear, sweet Mistress, for ye are so, And ever shall be from this hour: I have vowed it. Why that's my daughter, rogue, dost thou not see her Kissing that fellow there, there in that corner? Kissing? Now, now, now they agree o'th' match too. Nay then ye love me not. By this white hand Doll. I must confess, I have long desired your sight sir. Why there's the Boots still sir. Hang Boots sir, Why they'll wear breeches too. Dishonest me Not for the world. Why now they kiss again, there I knew 'twas she, and that her crafty stealing Out the back way must needs have such a meaning. I am at my small wits end. If ye mean honourably. Did she never beat ye before sir? Why dost thou follow me? Thou rascal slave hast thou not twice abused me? Hast thou not spoiled the boy? by thine own covenant, Wouldst thou not now be hanged?
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Plague O your ſpaniſh leather hide; ile waken ye: Devill, good night: good night good devill. Oh. Rore againe, devill, rore againe. O, O, ſir. Open the doores before him: let him vaniſh. Now, let him come againe, ile uſe him kinder How now Wench. Pray lye here your ſelf, next Miſtris And entertaine your ſweet heart. What ſaid he to thee. I had a ſoft bed: and I ſlept out all, But his kind farewell: ye may bake me now For O my conſcience, he has made me veniſon. Alas poore Kate; ile give thee a new Petticoate, And I a Waſtcoate, Wench. Draw in the bed Maides, And ſee it made againe; put freſh ſheetes on too, For Doll. and I: come Wench, lets laugh an houre now, To morrow earely, will wee ſee yong Cellide They ſay ſhe has taken Sanctuary: love, & they Are thicke ſowne, but come up ſo full of thiſtles. They muſt needs Mall: for 'tis a pricking age grown Prethee to bed, for I am monſtrous ſleepy. A match, but art not thou thy brother? Would I were Wench, You ſhould heare further. Come, no more of that Doll. I Heard the doores clap: now, and't be thy will, wench By th' mas ſhe comes: you are ſurely melt faire gentlewoman, I take it Miſtris Doll, Sebaſtians daughter. I take right ſir: Hylas, are you feretting Ile fit you with a pennyworth preſently. How dare you walk ſo late ſo ſweet: ſo weak guarded? Faith ſir, I do no harme, nor none I looke for Yet I am glad, I have met ſo good a gentleman, Againſt all chances: for though I never knew ye Yet I have heard much good ſpoke of ye, Harke ye. What if a man ſhould kiſſe ye? That's no harme ſir, Pray God he ſcapes my heard, there lyes the miſchiefe. Her lips are monſtrous rugged, but that ſurely Is but the ſharpneſſe of the weather: harke ye once more, And in your eare, ſweet Miſtreſſe, for ye are ſo, And ever ſhall be from this houre: I have vow'd it. Why that's my daughter, rogue, do'ſt thou not ſee her Kiſſing that fellow there, there in that corner? Kiſſing? Now, now, now they agree o'th match too. Nay then ye love me not. By this white hand Doll. I muſt confeſſe, I have long deſir'd your ſight ſir. Why ther's the Boots ſtill ſir. Hang Boots ſir, Why they'l weare breeches too. Diſhoneſt me Not for the world. Why now they kiſſe againe, there I knew 'twas ſhe, and that her crafty ſtealing Out the back way muſt needs have ſuch a meaning. I am at my ſmall wits end. If ye meane honourably. Did ſhe nev'r beat ye before ſir? Why do'ſt thou follow me? Thou raſcall ſlave haſt thou not twice abus'd me? Haſt thou not ſpoil'd the boy? by thine owne covenant, Would'ſt thou not now be hang'd?