Rowley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1609] (Annals) romance · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 492 words
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Anon sweet mouse. Sweet honey Nurse, If the Emperor my father asks for me, Say I am not well, and keep my chamber. You Shoemaker a word, Yet more work for your Shoemaker, well, well, You play the wag, and I the lie must tell. I fear me there's a shoe wrings her i'th' instep, of my young shoemakers making: such fellows as he cannot choose but be slippery companions; for first they know the length of a Lady's foot, and then they have such tricks to smooth her shoe, and tickle her sole; as I protest, if I were a Shoemaker myself, it would make my teeth water: what a sweet thing it is, to have a round sweet, plump, delicate calf of a Lady's leg lie rolling on his thigh, whilst he lies smoothing her fine silk stocking, slips his hand to her garters, and sometimes higher by’r lady; I have been served so myself: there's many a Gallant, I can tell you, would give all the shoes in's shop to have a shoemaker's office in a morning: Well, well, I say nothing, but I suspect something: Pity of me, she's as broad behind as I am, and round enough before: I doubt me he has made her a pair of short-heeled shoes with a turn-over: Come sweet Mouse, have you given instructions to your Shoemaker? Why what a fellow art thou, canst not find a Last to fit her yet? Yes Nurse, he has fitted me now. That's well: You must be careful sirrah, you must take true measure, And fit her to a hair, I charge you. I warrant you Mistress. Mistress! gods me; I am a Madam sir knave, though I am a Nurse, I can tell you: Go too, learn your duty, and you shall work to me too: when you have done with my Lady, you shall take up my leg too: Come sweet honey. Adea my comfort. Even so my heart goes from me: O what waves swim Lovers in! of fears, of hopes, of cares, Of discontents, terrors, and despairs. A thousand fears do now my poor heart shake, What medicine's best? Counsel, and that I'll take. Come, come, an you be men, make haste: You 'tis a hanging matter; the Emperor and all the Prisoners Are gone by already. Stay, stay, here's our fellow Crispin, let's take him with us. Wilt thou go along Crispin? Whither should I go? prithee tell me, What make you all at Canterbury? Not to buy the Cat a Bell Crispin, but to make loiter-pins. For this day Boy, we have made holy at Feversham, Shut up shop, thrown by our shoe-thread, and washed our faces: And now my Master and Dame, and all of us are come To see the Emperor, and the Christians that must die today. They say there's a fine young Queen amongst them: Prithee go along with us. In sadness I cannot.
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Anon sweet mouse. Sweet honey Nurse, If the Emperour my father askes for me, Say I am not well, and keepe my chamber. You Shooe-maker a word, Yet more worke for your Shooe-maker, well, well, You play the wagge, and I the lye must tell. I feare me there's a shooe wrings her i'th instep, of my yong Shooe-makers making: such fellowes as hee cannot chuse but bee slippery companions; for first they know the length of a Ladies foote, and then they have such trickes to smooth her shooe, and tickle her sole; as I protest, if I were a Shooe-maker my selfe, it would make my teeth water: what a sweete thing it is, to have a round sweete, plumpe, delicate Calve of a Ladies legge lye roling on his thigh, whilst he lies smoothing her fine silke stocking, slippes his hand to her garters, and sometimes higher birlady; I have been serv'd so my selfe: there's many a Gallant, I can tell you, would give all the shooes in's shoppe to have a shooe-makers office in a morning: Well, well, I say nothing, but I suspect something: Pitty of me, shee's as broad behinde as I am, and round enough before: I doubt me he has made her a paire of short-heel'd shooes with a turne-over: Come sweet Mouse, have you given instructions to your Shooe-maker? Why what a fellow art thou, canst not finde a Last to fit her yet? Yes Nurse, he has fitted me now. That's well: You must be carefull sirrah, you must take true measure, And fit her to ahaire, I charge you. I warrant you Mistris. Mistris! gods me; I am a Madam sir knave, though I am a Nurse, I can tell you: Goe too, learne your duty, and you shall worke to me too: when you have done with my Lady, you shall take up my legge too: Come sweet honey. Ade my comfort. Even so my heart goes from me: O what waves swim Lovers in of feares, of hopes, of cares, Of discontents, terrours, and dispaires. A thousand feares doe now my poore heart shake, What medcine's best? Counsell, and that Ile take. Come, come, an you be men, make haste: You 'tis a hanging matter; the Emperour and all the Prisoners Are gone by already. Stay, stay, here's our fellow Crispin, let's take him with us. Wilt thou goe along Crispin? Whither should I goe? prethee tell me, What make you all at Canterbury? Not to buy the Cat a Bell Crispin, but to make loyter-pins. For this day Boy, we have made holy at Feversham, Shut up shop, throwne by our shooe-thred, and wash't our faces: And now my Master and Dame, and all of us are come To see the Emperour, and the Christians that must dye to day. They say there's a fine young Queene amongst them: Prethee goe along with us. In sadnesse I cannot.