Early Modern Drama · Character Archetypes

MICHAEL

in Monsieur Thomas (Father's Own Son) — Fletcher, John

Metadata

PlayMonsieur Thomas (Father's Own Son)
AuthorFletcher, John
Year (catalogued)1639
First performance1615
Decade1630s
GenreComedy
Play typeAdult Professional
CompanyUnknown
TheaterBlackfriars;Indoor Professional
Speech prefix(es)Mich. | Mich
Words1147
Characters6001
Typicality0.31 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP idB13574
BritDrama no.1788
ClusterCluster 14 — Law & judgment

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Full speech

THat he is desp rate sick, I do believe well, And that without a sp edy cure, it kills him, But that it lies within the help of physic, Now to restore his health, or art to cure him: Believe it you are cozened: clean beside it. I would tell you the true cause too, but 'twould vex you, Nay, run you mad. Now I perceive you so well set, I'll tell you, Hei mihi quod nullis amor, est medicabilis herbis. It'll prove too certain, But bear it nobly sir, youth hath his errors. Good morrow Signieur. My good neighbour, Me thinks you are stirring early since your travel, You have learned the rule of health sir, where's your mistress? She keeps her warm I warrant you, a bed yet? Did you lie with her Lady? When last saw you her? Was she abed then? I have been strangely haunted with a dream All this long night, and after many wakings, The same dream still; me thought I met young Cellide Just at S. Katherine's gate the Nunnery. Her face slubbered over with tears, and troubles, Me thought she cried unto the Lady Abbess, For charity receive me holy woman, A Maid that has forgotten the world's affections, Into thy virgin order: me thought she took her, Put on a Stole, and sacred robe upon her, And there I left her. Good Mistress Alice Do me the favour (yet to satisfy me) To step but up, and see. You know not my dreams, They are unhappy ones, and often truths, But this I hope, yet Neighbours, how do's the gentleman? How found you my words About the nature of his sickness Valentine? Alas poor gentleman. You promised me sir to bear all these crosses. But nobly, Truly to weigh, It must be truth she tells you, And now I'll show you why I came: this morning A man of mine being employed about business, Came early home, who at S. Katherine's Nunnery, About day peep told me he met your Mistress, And as I spoke it in a dream, so troubled And so received by the bbesse, did he see her? The wonder made me rise, and haste unto you To know the cause. I will not Lady. We shall know shortly more, apply your own care At home good Alice, a worser trust him to my counsel. Nay, do not weep, all shall be well, despair not. Exeunt. GOod sir go back again, and take my counsel, Sores are not cured by sorrows, nor time broke from us, Pulled back again by sighs. Do that that may redeem you, go back quickly, Sebastians daughter can prevail much with her, The Abbess is her Aunt too. Content you, That shall be my task if he be alive, Or where my travel and my care may reach him, I'll bring him back again. So suddenly She cannot, haste you therefore instantly away sir, To put that daughter by first as to a father, Then as a friend she was committed to you, And all the care she now has: by which privilege She cannot do her this violence, But you may break it, and the law allows you. Leave disputing Against your self, if you will needs be miserable Spite of her goodness, and your friends persuasions, Think on, and thrive thereafter. No more, I know your soul's divided Valentine, Cure but that partly at home with speedy marriage Ere my return, for then those thoughts that vexed her, While there ran any stream for lose affections, Will be stopped up, and chaste eyed honour guide her Away, and hope the best still: I'll work for you, And pray too heartily, away, no more words Exeunt. These call for passengers, I'll stay, & see What men they take aboard. Would, it's not much unlike him. It's he, I know it's he now. Be not so quick fit: Sailors I here charge you By virtue of this warrant, as you will answer it, For both your ship and Merchant I know perfectly: Lay hold upon this fellow. J sir. You have robbed a gentleman, One that you are bound to for your life and being: Money and horse unjustly you took from him, And something of more note, but for you're a gentleman. Guard him to'th water, I charge you Sailors, there I will receive him, And back convey him to a Justice. COme sir, for this night I shall entertain you, And Like a gentleman, how ere your fortune Hath cast you on the worst partly. I am angry with my self now For putting this forced way upon his patience, Yet any other course had been too slender: Yet what to think I know not, for most liberally He hath confessed strange wrong, which if they prove so, How ere the others long love may forget all, Yet 'twas most fit he should come back, and this way Drink that: and now to my care leave your prisoner, I'll be his guard for this night. Good night my honest friends: Come sir, I hope There shall be no such cause of such a sadness As you put on. A constant gentleman: would I had taken A fever when I took this harsh way to disturb him, Come walk with me sir, ere to morrow night I doubt not but to see all this blown over. Exeunt. HA'st thou inquired him out? Most likely: I'll away, and hour hence sirrah, Come you along with this young gentleman, Do him all service, and fair office. I Have brought him back again. Would he had so too. When al's tried I fear you'll change your faith: bring in the gentleman. Be ruled by me: I see her eye fast on him: And what you herd, 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? This man you put into a free possession Of what his wants could ask: or your self render? Nay do not wonder at it, he shall say it, Are you not guilty thus? To give a proof I speak not enviously Look here: do you know these Jewels. Beshrew me, But much: and main resemblance, both of face And lineaments of body: now heaven grant it. It's true, believe her sir, and we all joy with you. Nothing was barred 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) Diverse abuses, done, thefts often practised, Moneys, and Jewels too, and those no trifles.

Plot summary

Plot — Monsieur Thomas (Father's Own Son)
Old Valentine returns home from a Continental tour with a new young friend, Francis. Francis falls ill and is attended by physicians, but Valentine learns that he is really sickening for love. Unfortunately the woman who interests him is Valentine’s own intended, Cellide. Valentine asks Cellide to offer herself to Francis. Though offended, she does so, but Francis will not betray Valentine by accepting. Witnessing the encounter, Valentine gives his blessing to their union. Both Francis and Cellide abscond from the household: Francis attempts to join a merchant ship, but is apprehended by Valentine’s friend Michael; Cellide enters a nunnery. Thomas also returns home from travels abroad, thoroughly Frenchified. To his father Sebastian, who prizes the family tradition of madcap eccentricity, he behaves with unwelcome sobriety. To his sweetheart Mary, who would like him to calm down, he is grossly rude, to the extent of sending her a letter full of offensive oaths. He then serenades her late at night with bad music, and climbs up to the window to kiss her. Mary responds with a practical joke: when he reaches the window, Thomas finds himself kissing a servant in a devil mask; startled, he falls and hurts his legs. When Thomas denies his servant’s report of their riotous night, Sebastian pays him his portion and decides to marry again and beget an heir more like the father; but Thomas prevents him by claiming to have already slept with every woman he has in mind — which proves to Sebastian that he still has some sparks of kinship. Thomas plans to gain access to Mary dressed as his own sister, Dorothy; but Dorothy tips off Mary in advance. Sebastian tries to stop ‘Dorothy’ sneaking out at night, and gets a beating for his pains. Valentine also encounters ‘Dorothy’ and asks ‘her’ to visit the nunnery and intercede with Cellide for him; Thomas agrees, relishing the opportunity to chat up some pretty nuns. He is eventually shown into Mary’s bedroom, only to find an amorous blackamoor maid waiting for him: Dorothy and Mary have played. another practical joke. Leaving the house, still posing as Dorothy, Thomas is accosted by the womanizing Hylas, but insists on their marrying before Hylas may have his way with ‘her’. Hylas agrees, and the ceremony is performed; Hylas looks forward to the wedding night. Meanwhile Thomas visits the nunnery and is taken for a spirit; the Abbess attempts to exorcise him. Hylas meets the real Dorothy, who denies ail knowledge of the…