Monsieur Thomas (Father's Own Son) · chunk 40 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 · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
By heaven, thou art abused still. It may be so: Come, ye may speak now boldly There's none but friends, Wench. Came ye out of Bedlam? Alas, 'tis ill sir, that ye suffer him To walk in th' open air thus: 'twill undo hlm. A pretty handsome gentleman: great pity. Let me not live more if thou beest not cousins, Are not you my Wife? did not I marry you last night At St. Michael's Chapel? Did not I say he was mad? Are not you Mistress Dorothy, Thomas sister? There he speaks sense, but i'll assure ye gentleman, I think no Wife of yours: at what hour was it? SH' precious; you'll make me mad; did not the Priest Sir Hugh that you appointed, about twelve a clock Tie our hands fast? did not you swear you loved me? Did not I court ye, coming from this gentlewomen? Good sir, go sleep: for if I credit have She was in my arms, then, a-bed. I told ye. Be not so confident. By th' mass, she must sir. For i'll no husband here, before I know him: And so good morrow to ye: Come, let's go seeke'em. I told ye what ye had done. Is the devil stirring? Well, go with me: for now I willbe married. I Have brought him back again. You have done a friendship Worthy the love you bear me. Would he had so too. O he's a worthy young man. When all's tried I fear you'll change your faith: bring in the gentleman. My happy Mistress too: now Fortune help me, And all you stars, that govern chaste desires Shin fair, and lovely. But one hour, dear Daughter, To hear your Guardian, what he can deliver In Love's defence, and his: and then your pleasure. Though much unwilling, you have made me yield, More for his sake I see: how full of sorrow Sweet catching sorrow, he appears? O love, That thou but knewest to heal, as well as hurt us. Be ruled by me: I see her eye fast on him: And what ye heard, believe, for 'tis so certain He neither dared, nor must oppose my evidence; And be you wise, young Lady, and believe too. This man you love, Sir? As I love my soul, Sir. This man you put into a free possession Of what his wants could ask: or yourself render? And shall do still. Nothing was bar his liberty But this fair Maid; that friendship first was broken, And you, and she abused; next, (to my sorrow So fair a form should hide so dark intentions,) He hath himself confessed (my purpose being Only to stop his journey, by that policy Of laying felony to his charge, to fright the Sailors) Divers abuses, done, thefts often practised, Moneys, and jewels too, and those no trifles.
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By heaven, thou art abus'd ſtill. It may be ſo: Come, ye may ſpeake now boldly There's none but friends, Wench. Came ye out of Bedlam? Alas, tis ill ſir, that ye ſuffer him To walke in th' open ayre thus: 'twill undoe hlm. A pretty hanſome gentleman: great pitty. Let me not live more if thou be'ſt not cozens, Are not you my Wife? did not I marry you laſt night At St. Michaels Chappell? Did not I ſay he was mad? Are not you Miſtreſſe Dorothy, Thomas ſiſter? There he ſpeakes ſence, but ile aſſure ye gentleman, I think no Wife of yours: at what houre was it? S' pretious; you'll make me mad; did not the Prieſt Sir Hugh that you appointed, about twelve a clocke Tye our hands faſt? did not you ſweare you lov'd me? Did not I court ye, comming from this gentlewomans? Good ſir, goe ſleepe: for if I credit have She was in my armes, then, abed. I told ye. Be not ſo confident. By th' mas, ſhe muſt ſir. For ile no husband here, before I know him: And ſo good morrow to ye: Come, let's goe ſeeke'em. I told ye what ye had done. Is the devill ſtirring? Well, goe with me: for now I wilbe married. I Have brought him backe againe. You have don a friendſhip Worthy the love you beare me. Would he had ſo too. O he's a worthy yong man. When al's tryde I feare you'l change your faith: bring in the gentleman. My happy Miſtreſſe too: now Fortune helpe me, And all you ſtarres, that governe chaſt deſires Shinne faire, and lovely. But one houre, deere Daughter, To heare your Guardian, what he can deliver In Loves defence, and his: and then your pleaſure. Though much unwilling, you have made me yeeld, More for his ſake I ſee: how full of ſorrow Sweet catching ſorrow, he appeares? O love, That thou but knew'ſt to heale, as well as hurt us. Be ruld by me: I ſee her eye faſt on him: And what ye heard, beleeve, for tis ſo certaine He neither dar'd, nor muſt oppoſe my evidence; And be you wiſe, yong Lady, and beleeve too. This man you love, Sir? As I love my ſoule, Sir. This man you put into a free poſſeſſion Of what his wants could aske: or your ſelfe render? And ſhall do ſtill. Nothing was bard his libertie But this faire Maide; that friendſhip firſt was broken, And you, and ſhe abus'd; next, (to my ſorrow So faire a forme ſhould hide ſo darke intentions,) He hath himſelfe confes'd (my purpoſe being Only to ſtop his Iourney, by that pollicy Of laying fellony to his charge, to fright the Saylors) Divers abuſes, done, thefts often practis'd, Moneys, and Iewels too, and thoſe no trifles.