The Works of Beaumont and Fletcher (Volume 6); In Fourteen Volumes - Tapa blanda

Book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1812. Excerpt: ... And quickly, sirrah, lest I crack your French crown, What your good master means. I have maintain'd You and your monsieur, as I take it, Launcelot, These two years at your ditty vous, your jours! Jour me no more; for not another penny Shall pass my purse. Laun. Your worship is erroneous; For, as I told you, your son Tom, or Thomas, My master and your son, is now arrived To ask you (as our language bears it nearest) Your quotidian blessing; and here he is in person. Enter Thomas. Seb. What, Tom, boy! welcome with all my heart, boy! Welcome, 'faith! thou hast gladded me at soul, boy! Infinite glad I am. I have pray'd too, Thomas, For you, wild Thomas. Tom, I thank thee heartily For coming home. Tho. Sir, I do find your prayers Have much prevail'd above my sins Seb. How's this? Tho. Else certain I had perish'd with my rudeness, Ere I had won myself to that discretion I hope you shall hereafter find. Seb. Humh, humh! Discretion? is it come to that? the boy's spoil'd. Tho. Sirrah, you rogue, look for't! for I will make thee Ten times more miserable than thou thought'st thyself Before thou travell'dst: Thou hast told my father (I know it, and I find it) all my rogueries, By mere way of prevention, to undo me. Laun. Sir, as I speak eight languages, I only Told him you came to ask his benediction, Tie jour en jour! Tho. But that I must be civil, I would beat thee like a dog.--Sir, howsoever The time I have misspent, may make you doubtful, Nay, harden your belief 'gainst my conversion-- Seb. A pox o' travel, I say! Tho. Yet, dear father, Your own experience in my after-courses Enter Dorothea. Seb. Pr'ythee no more; 'tis scurvy! There's thy sister.-- Undone, without redemption! he eats with picks ;7 Utterly spoil'd, his spirit baffled in him! How have I sinn'd, that this affliction Should lig...