Monsieur Thomas (Father's Own Son) · chunk 42 of 42
Fletcher, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1615 [1610-c.1616] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
My best friend still: my dearest: now heaven bless thee And make me worthy of this benefit. Now my best Mistress. Now sir, I come to ye. No, no, let's in wench. Not for the world, now, Mother, And thus sir, all my serviee I pay to you, And all my love to him. And may it prosper, Take her Francisco: now no more young Callidon, And love her dearly, for thy father does so. May all hate seek me else, and thus I seal it. Nothing but mirth now, friends. Nay, I will find him. What do all these here? You are a trusty husband, And a hot lover too. Nay then, good morrow, Now I perceive the knavery. I still told ye. Stay, or I'll make ye stay: come hither sister, Why how now Mistress Thomas? Peace a little, Thou wouldst fain have a wife? Not I, by no means. Thou shalt have a wife, & a fruitful wife, for I finde Hylas known son again. That I shall never be able to bring thee children. A notable brave boy. I am very well sir. Thou shalt be better Hylas, thou hast 7 hundred pound a year, And thou shalt make her 3 hundred jointure. No. Thou shalt boy, and shalt bestow Two hundred pound in clothes, look on her, A delicate lusty wench, she has fifteen hundred, And seasible: strike hands, or I'll strike first. You'll let me like? He's a good handsome fellow, Play not the fool. Strike, brother, Hylas quickly, If you can love me, well. If you can please me. Try that out soon, I say, my brother Hylas. Take her, and use her well, she's a brave gentlewoman. You must allow me another Mistress. Then you must allow me another servant. Well, let's together then, a lusty kindred. I'll give thee five hundred pound more for that word. Now sir, for you & I to make the feast full. No, not a bit, you are a virtuous Lady, And love to live in contemplation. Come fool, I am friends now. The fool shall not ride ye, There lie my woman, now my man again, And now for travel once more. I'll bar that first. And I next. Hold yourself contented: for I say I will travel, And so long I will travel, till I find a father That I never knew, and a wife that I never looked for, And a state without expectation, So rest you merry gentlemen. You shall not Upon my faith, I love you now extremely, And now I'll kiss ye. This will not do it, Mistress, Why when we are married, we'll do more, there's all boy, The keys of all I have, come, let's be merry, For now I see thou art right. Shall we to Church strait? Now presently, and there with nuptial. The holy Priest shall make ye happy all. Away then, fair afore.
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My beſt friend ſtill: my deereſt: now heaven bleſſe thee And make me worthy of this benefit. Now my beſt Miſtreſſe. Now ſir, I come to ye. No, no, let's in wench. Not for the world, now, Mother, And thus ſir, all my ſerviee I pay to you, And all my love to him. And may it proſper, Take her Franciſco: now no more yong Callidon, And love her deerely, for thy father do's ſo. May all hate ſeek me elſe, and thus I ſeale it. Nothing but mirth now, friends. Nay, I will finde him. What doe all theſe here? You are a truſty husband, And a hot lover too. Nay then, good morrow, Now J perceive the knavery. J ſtill told ye. Stay, or I'le make ye ſtay: come hither ſiſter, Why how now Miſtreſſe Thomas? Peace a little, Thou would'ſt faine have a wife? Not I, by no meanes. Thou ſhalt have a wife, & a fruitful wife, for I find Hylas known ſon agen. That I ſhall never be able to bring thee children. A notable brave boy. I am very well ſir. Thou ſhalt be better Hylas, thou haſt 7 hundred pound a yeer, And thou ſhalt make her 3 hundred joynture. No. Thou ſhalt boy, and ſhalt beſtow Two hundred pound in clothes, looke on her, A delicate luſty wench, ſhe has fifteen hundred, And ſeaſible: ſtrike hands, or I'le ſtrike firſt. You'l let me like? He's a good handſome fellow, Play not the foole. Strike, brother, Hylas quickly, If you can love me, well. If you can pleaſe me. Try that out ſoon, I ſay, my brother Hylas. Take her, and uſe her well, ſhe's a brave gentlewoman. You muſt allow me another Miſtreſſe. Then you muſt allow me another ſervant. Well, let's together then, a luſty kindred. I'le give thee five hundred pound more for that word. Now ſir, for you & I to make the feaſt full. No, not a bit, you are a vertuous Lady, And love to live in contemplation. Come foole, I am friends now. The foole ſhall not ride ye, There lye my woman, now my man againe, And now for travell once more. I'le bar that firſt. And I next. Hold your ſelfe contented: for I ſay I will travell, And ſo long I will travell, till I finde a father That I never knew, and a wife that I never look'd for, And a ſtate without expectation, So reſt you merry gentlemen. You ſhall not Vpon my faith, I love you now extremely, And now J'le kiſſe ye. This will not doe it, Miſtreſſe, Why when we are married, we'l doe more, Ther's all boy, The keyes of all I have, come, let's be merry, For now I ſee thou art right. Shall we to Church ſtraight? Now preſently, and there with nuptiall. The holy Prieſt ſhall make ye happy all. Away then, faire afore.