Monsieur Thomas (Father's Own Son) · chunk 41 of 42
Fletcher, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1615 [1610-c.1616] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Blackfriars T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.77 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
O where have I bestrewed my faith: in neither: Let's in for ever now, there is virtue. Nay do not wonder at it, he shall say it, Are ye not guilty thus? Yes: O my Fortune. To give a proof I speak not enviously Look here: do you know these jewels. In, good Mother. These jewels; I have known. You have made brave sport. I'll make more, if I live Wench Nay do not look on me: I care not for ye. Do you see now plain? that's Mistress Dorothy, And that's his Mistress. Peace, let my joy work easily Ha', boy: art there my boy: mine own boy, Tom. boy, Home Lance, and strike a fresh piece, of wine, the towns ours, Sure, I have known these jewels. They are they, certain. Good heaven, that they were. I'll pawn my life on't And this is he; Come hither Mistress Dorothy, And Mistress Mary: who does that face look like: And view my brother well? In truth like him. Upon my troth exceeding like, Beshrew me, But much: and main resemblance, both of face And lineaments of body: now heaven grant it. My brother's full of passion, I'll speak to him. Now, as you are a gentleman, resolve me, Where did you get these jewels? Now I'll tell ye, Because blind fortune yet may make me happy, Of whom I had 'em, I have never heard yet, But from my infancy, upon this arm I ever wore'em. 'Tis Francisco brother, By heaven I tied 'em on: a little more sir, A little, little more, what parents have ye? None That I know yet: the more my stubborn fortune, But as I heard a Merchant say that bred me, Who, to my more affliction, died a poor man, When I reached eighteen years. What said that Merchant? He said, an infant, in the Genua Galleys. But from what place he never could direct me. I was taken in a sea-fight, and from a Mariner, Out of his manly pity he redeemed me. He told me of a Nurse that waited on me, But she, poor soul, he said was killed. A letter too, I had enclosed within me, To one Castructio a Venetian Merchant, To bring me up: the man, when years allowed me, And want of friends compelled, I sought, but found him Long dead before, and all my hopes gone with him. The wars was my retreat then, and my travel In which I found this gentleman's free bounty, For which, heaven recompensed him: now ye have all. And all the worldly bliss that heaven can send me, And all my prayers and thanks. Down o' your knees, sir, For now you have found a father, and that father That will not venture ye again in Galleys. 'Tis true, believe her sir, and we all joy with ye.
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479 words · 636 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.773 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T9 · seed 44: T10 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
O where have I beſtrew'd my faith: in neither: Let's in for ever now, there is vertue. Nay do not wonder at it, he ſhall ſay it, Are ye not guiltie thus? Yes: O my Fortune. To give a proofe I ſpeake not enviouſly Looke here: do you know theſe Iewels. In, good Mother. Theſe Iewels; I have knowne. You have made brave ſport. Ile make more, if I live Wench Nay doe not looke on me: I care not for ye. Do you ſee now plaine? that's Miſtris Dorothy, And that's his Miſtris. Peace, let my joy worke eaſely Ha, boy: art there my boy: mine owne boy, Tom. boy, Home Lance, and ſtrike a freſh peece, of wine, the townes ours, Sure, I have knowne theſe Iewels. They are they, certaine. Good heaven, that they were. Ile pawne my life on't And this is he; Come hither Miſtris Dorothy, And Miſtris Mary: who do's that face looke like: And view my brother well? In truth like him. Vpon my troth exceeding like, Beſhrew me, But much: and maine reſemblance, both of face And lineaments of body: now heaven grant it. My brother's full of paſſion, I'le ſpeake to him. Now, as you are a gentleman, reſolve me, Where did you get theſe jewels? Now I'le tell ye, Becauſe blinde fortune yet may make me happy, Of whom I had 'em, I have never heard yet, But from my infancy, upon this arme I ever wore'em. 'Tis Franciſco brother, By heaven I ty'd 'em on: a little more ſir, A little, little more, what parents have ye? None That J know yet: the more my ſtubborne fortune, But as J heard a Merchant ſay that bred me, Who, to my more affliction, di'de a poore man, When J reach'd eighteen yeers. What ſaid that Merchant? He ſaid, an infant, in the Genoway Galleyes. But from what place he never could direct me. I was taken in a ſea-fight, and from a Marriner, Out of his manly pitty he redeem'd me. He told me of a Nurſe that waited on me, But ſhe, poore ſoule, he ſaid was killed. A letter too, I had enclos'd within me, To one Caſtructio a Venetian Merchant, To bring me up: the man, when yeers allow'd me, And want of friends compell'd, I ſought, but found him Long dead before, and all my hopes gone with him. The wars was my retreat then, and my travell In which I found this gentlemans free bounty, For which, heaven recompenc'd him: now ye have all. And all the worldly bliſſe that heaven can ſend me, And all my prayers and thanks. Down o' your knees, ſir, For now you have found a father, and that father That will not venture ye againe in Gallyes. 'Tis true, beleeve her ſir, and we all joy with ye.