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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B13574	Monsieur Thomas A comedy. Acted at the Private House in Blacke Fryers. The author, Iohn Fletcher, Gent.	Fletcher, John, 1579-1625.; Brome, Richard, d. 1652?	1639 (1639)	STC 11071; ESTC S102365	46,325	100

MONSIEVR THOMAS A COMEDY Acted at the Private House in Blacke Fryers The Author IOHN FLETCHER Gent. LONDON Printed by Thomas Harper for Iohn Waterson and are to be sold at his shop in Pauls Church-yard at the signe of the Crowne 1639. TO THE NOBLE HONOVRER OF The dead Authors works and memory Master CHARLES COTTON SIR MY directing of this piece unto you renders me obvious to many censures which I would willingly prevent by declaring mine owne and your right thereto Mine was the fortune to be made the unworthy preserver of it yours is the worthy opinion you have of the Author and his Poems neither can it easily be determined whether your affection to them hath made you by observing more able to judge of them then your ability to judge of them hath made you to affect them deservedly not partially In this presumptuous act of mine I expresse my twofold zeale to him and your noble selfe who have built him a more honourable monument in that faire opinion you have of him then any inscription subject to the wearing of time can be You will finde him in this Poem as active as in others to many of which the dull apprehensions of former times gave but slender allowance from malitious custome more than reason yet they have since by your candid selfe and others beene cleerely vindicated You shall oblige by your acceptance of this acknowledgement which is the best I can render you mine own weake labours being too unworthy your judicious perusall him that is ambitious to be known Your most humble servant RICHARD BROME In prayse of the Authour and his following Poeme 'T Is both the life of Action and of wit When Actors so the fanci'd humours hit As if 'twixt them and th' Authour there were strife How each to other should give mutuall life The last this wanted not Invention strayes Here in full many pleasant turning wayes That like Meanders their curld circles bend Yet in a smooth streame runne to crowne the end Then 't is authoriz'd by the Authors name Who never writ but with such sprightly flame As if the Muses jointly did inspire His raptures only with their sacred fire And yet perhaps it did participate At first presenting but of common fate When ignorance was judge and but a few What was legitimate what bastard knew The world 's growne wiser now each man can say If Fletcher made it 't is an exc'lent play Thus Poemes like their Authors may be sed Never to live 'till they have first beene dead Rich Brome Monsieur Thomas A Comedy Actus Primus Scena Prima Enter Alice and Valentine Alice HOw dearely welcome you are Val. I know it And my best sister you as deer to my sight And pray let this confirm it how you have govern'd My poore state in my absence how my servants I dare and must beleeve else I should wrong ye The best and worthiest Alice As my womans wit Sir Which is but weake and crazie Val But good Alice Tell me how fares the gentle Cellide The life of my affection since my travell My long and lazie travell is her love still Vpon the growing hand do's it not stop And wither at my yeares has she not view'd And entertain'd some yonger smooth behaviour Some youth but in his blossome as her selfe is There lyes my feares Alice They need not for beleeve me So well you have manag'd her and won her minde Even from her houres of childehood to this ripenesse And in your absence that by me inforced stil So well distill'd your gentlenesse into her Observ'd her fed her fancy liv'd still in her And though Love be a boy and ever youthfull And young and beauteous objects ever aym'd at Yet here yee have gone beyond love better'd nature Made him appeare in yeares in gray yeares fiery His bow at full bent ever feare not brother For though your body has been farre off from her Yet every houre your heart which is your goodnesse I have forc'd into her won a place prepar'd too And willingly to give it ever harbour Beleeve she is so much yours and won by miracle Which is by age so deep a stamp set on her By your observances she cannot alter Were the childe living now ye lost at sea Among the Genoway Gallies what a happinesse What a maine blessing Val O no more good sister Touch no more that string 't is too harsh and jarring With that childe all my hopes went and you know The root of all those hopes the mother too Within few dayes Alice 'T is too true and too fatall But peace be with their soules Val For her losse I hope the beauteous Cellide Alice You may Sir For all she is is yours Val. For the poore boyes losse I have brought a noble friend I found in travell A worthier minde and a more temperate spirit If J have so much judgement to discerne 'em Man yet was never master of Alice What is he Val. A Gentleman I doe assure my selfe And of a worthy breeding though he hide it I found him at Valentia poore and needy Onely his minde the master of a treasure I sought his friendship wonne him by much violence His honesty and modesty still fearing To thrust a charge upon me how I love him He shall now know where want and he hereafter Shall be no more companions use him nobly It is my will good sister all I have J make him free companion in and part er But onely Alice I observe ye hold your right there Love and high rule allowes no rivals brother He shall have faire regard and all observance Enter Hylas Hylas Ye are welcome noble Sir Val. What Monsieur Hylas I 'me glad to see your merry body well yet Hyl. Yf'aith y' are welcome home what news beyond seas Val. None but new men expected such as you are To breed new admirations 't is my sister Pray ye know her sir Hylas With all my heart your leave Lady Alice Ye have it sir Hylas A shrewd smart touch which do's prognosticate A body keene and active somewhat old But that 's all one age brings experience And knowledge to dispatch I must be better And neerer in my service with your leave sir To this faire Lady Val. What the old squire of dames still Hyl. Still the admirer of their goodnesse with all my heart now I love a woman of her yeares a pacer That lay the bridle in her neck will travell Forty and somewhat fulsome is a fine dish These yong colts are too sketish Enter Mary Al. My cosin Mary In all her joy Sir to congratulate Your faire returne Val. My loving and kind cosin A thousand welcomes Mary A thousand thanks to heaven Sir For your safe voyage and returne Val. I thanke ●e But wher 's my blessed Cellide her slacknesse In visitation Mary Thinke not so deere Vncle I left her on her knees thanking the gods With teares and prayers Val. Ye have given me too much comfort