Monsieur Thomas (Father's Own Son) · chunk 38 of 42
Fletcher, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1615 [1610-c.1616] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Can ye sing? Yes, Mother, My sorrows only. Be gone, and to the Choir then. Hast thou inquired him out? He's not at home sir, His sister thinks he's gone to th' Nunnery, Most likely: I'll away, an hour hence sirrah, Come you along with this young gentleman, Do him all service, and fair office. Yes sir. WHere hast thou been man? Is there never a shop open? I'll give thee a pair of gloves Sam. What's the matter? What dost thou think? Thou art not married? By th' mass but I am, all to be married, I am i'th' order now Sam. To whom prithee? I thought there was some such trick in't, you stole from me But who, for heaven sake? Even the sweetest woman, The rarest woman Samuel, and the lustiest, But wondrous honest, honest as the ice boy, Not a bit before hand, for my life, sirrah, And of a lusty kindred. But who Hylas? The young gentleman and I are like to be friends again, The fates will have it so. Who, Monsieur Thomas? All wrongs forgot. O now I smell ye Hylas. Does he know of it? No, there's the trick I own him. 'tis done boy, we are fast faith, my youth now Shall know I am aforehand, for his qualities. Is there no trick in't? None, but up and ride boy: I have made her no jointure neither, there I have paid him. She's a brave wench. She shall be, as I'll use her, And if she anger me, all his abuses I'll clap upon her Cassock. Take heed Hylas, 'Tis past that Sam. come, I must meet her presently, And now shalt see me, a most glorious husband. IN troth sir, you never spoke to me. Can ye forget me? Did not you promise all your help and cunning In my behalf, but for one hour to see her, Did you not swear it? by this hand, no strictness Nor rule this house holds, shall by me, be broken. I saw ye not these two days. Do not wrong me, I met ye, by my life, just as you entered This gentle Lady's Lodge last night, thus suited About eleven a clock. 'Tis true I was there, But that I saw or spoke to you. I have found it, Your brothor Thomas, Doll. Pray sir be satisfied, And wherein I can do you good, command me, What a mad fool is this? stay here a while sir, Whilst we walk in, and make your peace. I thank ye. Why, what's the matter there among these Maids? Now benedicite, have ye got the breeze there? Give me my holly sprinkle. O Madam, there's a strange thing like a gentlewoman, Like Mistress Dorothy, I think the fiend Crept in to th' Nunnery we know not which way, Plays revel rout among us.
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Can ye ſing? Yes, Mother, My ſorrowes onely. Be gone, and to the Quire then. HA'ſt thou inquir'd him out? He's not at home ſir, His ſiſter thinks he's gone to th' Nunnery, Moſt likely: I'le away, an houre hence ſirha, Come you along with this yong gentleman, Doe him all ſervice, and faire office. Yes ſir. VVHere haſt thou been man? Is there nev'r a ſhop open? I'le give thee a paire of gloves Sam. What's the matter? What do'ſt thou thinke? Thou art not married? By th' maſſe but I am, all to be married, I am i'th order now Sam. To whom prethee? I thought there was ſome ſuch trick in't, you ſtole from me But who, for heaven ſake? Ev'n the ſweeteſt woman, The rareſt woman Samuel, and the luſtieſt, But wondrous honeſt, honeſt as the ice boy, Not a bit before hand, for my life, ſirha, And of a luſty kindred. But who Hylas? The yong gentleman and I are like to be friends againe, The fates will have it ſo. Who, Monſieur Thomas? All wrongs forgot. O now I ſmell ye Hylas. Do's he know of it? No, ther's the tricke I owe hi Tis done boy, we are faſt faith, my youth now Shall know I am aforehand, for his qualities. Is there no tricke in't? None, but up and ride boy: I have made her no joynture neither, there I have paid him. She's a brave wench. She ſhall be, as I'le uſe her, And if ſhe anger me, all his abuſes I'le clap upon her Caſſocke. Take heed Hylas, 'Tis paſt that Sam, come, J muſt meet her preſently, And now ſhalt ſee me, a moſt glorious husband. IN troth ſir, you never ſpoke to me. Can ye forget me? Did not you promiſe all your helpe and cunning In my behalfe, but for one houre to ſee her, Did you not ſweare it? by this hand, no ſtrictneſſe Nor rule this houſe holds, ſhall by me, be broken. I ſaw ye not theſe two dayes. Doe not wrong me, I met ye, by my life, juſt as you entred This gentle Ladies Lodge laſt night, thus ſuited About eleven a clocke. 'Tis true I was there, But that I ſaw or ſpoke to you. I have found it, Your brothor Thomas, Doll. Pray ſir be ſatisfi'd, And wherein I can doe you good, command me, What a mad foole is this? ſtay here a while ſir, Whilſt we walke in, and make your peace. I thanke ye. Why, what's the matter there among theſe Maids? Now benedicite, have ye got the breeze there? Give me my holly ſprinckle. O Madam, ther's a ſtrange thing like a gentlewoman, Like Miſtreſſe Dorothy, I think the fiend Crept in to th' Nunnery we know not which way, Playes revell rowt among us.