Rowley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1609] (Annals) romance · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 506 words
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Use your own pleasures; where's Bassianus? How chanced our Daughter, bright Leodice, Came not to see these slaughtered Christians? she keeps her Chamber Sir. Is she not well? let her be kept with care, And to the gods of Rome these Trophies rear. Well my Masters, I could find in my heart to rail upon this Emperor Mr. Minus, but that I doubt he'll make us all die like Christians, and that he shall never do as long as we live I warrant him. we'll watch him for that i'faith. So let him pass then, and let us lay our synodical heads together, to know what shall become of Sir Hugh. Let's all join together, and bury him. How like a Christian thou talk'st: what before he be cold? than we should use him as many rich heirs desire to use their fathers: No, because he was a Prince, and did such honour to our Trade, we'll bury him like a Prince and a Shoemaker. Agreed, agreed. You know he gave us the name of the Gentle Craft, and if we should give him an ill word now, 'twere a shame i'faith. That's true; how shall we do then to honour him? Marry thus fellow-gentlemen, of my fellow Hugh's making, to requite his kindness, because he died a Christian, he shall no more be called Sir Hugh, but St. Hugh, and the Saint for ever of all the Shoemakers in England. O brave, brave Barnaby: St. George for England, And St. Hugh for the Shoemakers. An you be Gentlemen, hear me: you know beside, h'as given his bones amongst us. Now you must not think as if a Butcher had given us a dozen of maribones to be picked. Well, well, how then? Marry thus; in memory of his gift, all our working-tools, from this time for ever, shall be called St. Hugh's bones. Brave, brave, that shall stand for ever i'faith. ay, but which of our tools shall we call so? Marry even all fellow Raph, all the tools we work with: as for example, the Drawer, Dresser, Wedges, Heel-block, hand and thumb-leathers, Shoe-thrids, Pincers, pricking-awl, and a rubbing-stone, Aule, Steel, and Tacks, Shoe-hairs, and Stirrups, whetstone, and stopping-stick, Apron, and Paring-knife, all these are Sir Hugh's bones. Now sir, whatsoever he be, that is a Gentleman of the Gentle Craft, and has not all these at his finger's ends, to reckon them up in Rhyme, shall presently up with him, and strappado his bum. An everlasting Law renowned Barnaby. Nay, hear me sing like a Swan, or a souter: Furthermore, if any Journeyman shall travel without these tools, now called St. Hugh's bones, at his back, and cannot slash, cut, and crack coxcombs, with brave Sword and Buckler, long sword, and quarterstaff, sound a Trumpet, or play o'th' Flute,' or bear his part in a three man's Song, he shall forfeit a Gallon of wine, and be counted a Colt as long as his shoes are made of running leather: Speak, is't agreed on?
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Vse your owne pleasures; where's Bassianus? How chanc'd our Daughter, bright Leodice, Came not to see these slaughtred Christians? Shee keeps her Chamber Sir. Is she not well? let her be kept with care, And to the gods of Rome these Trophies reare. Well my Masters, I could fide in my heart to raile upon this Emperour Mr. Minus, but that I doubt hee'le make us all die like Christians, and that he shall never doe as long as we live I warrant him. Wee'le watch him for that yfaith. So let him passe then, and let us lay our sinodicall heads together, to know what shall become of Sir Hugh. Let's all joyne together, and bury him. How like a Christian thou talk'st: what before hee be cold? then we should use him as many rich heires desire to use their fathers: No, because he was a Prince, and did such honour to our Trade, we'le bury him like a Prince and a Shooemaker. Agreed, agreed. You know he gave us the name of the Gentle Craft, and if we should give him an ill word now, 'twere a shame yfaith. That's true; how shall we doe then to honour him? Marry thus fellow-gentlemen, of my fellow Hughs making, to requite his kindnesse, because he dyed a Christian, he shall no mor be call'd Sir Hugh, but St. Hugh, and the Saint for ever of all the Shooemakers in England. O brave, brave Baraby: St. George for England, And St. Hugh for the Shooemakers. An you be Gentlemen, heare me: you know besides, h'as given his bones amongst us. Now you must not thinke as if a Butcher had given us a dozen of maribones to be pick't. Well, well, how then? Marry thus; in memory of his gift, all our working-tool, from this time for ever, shall be call'd St. Hughs bones. Brave, brave, that shall stand for ever yfaith. I, but which of our tooles shall we call so? Marry even all fellow Raph, all the tooles we worke with: as for example, the Drawer, Dresser, Wedges, Heele-block, hand and thumb-lethers, Shooe-thrids, Pincers, pricking-aule, and a rubbing-stone, Aule, Steele, and Tacks, shoo-haires, and Stirrups, whetstone, and stopping-sticke, Apron, and Paring-knife, all these are Sir Hughs bones. Now sir, whatsoever he be, that is a Gentleman of the Gentle Craft, and has not all these at his fingers ends, to reckon them up in Rime, shall presently up with him, and strapado his bum. An everlasting Law renowned Barnaby. Nay, heare me sing like a Swan, or a Sowter: Furthermore, if any Journey-man shall travell without these tooles, now call'd St. Hughs bones, at his back, and cannot slash, cut, and crack coxcombes, with brave Sword and Buckler, long sword, and quarter-staffe, sound a Trumpet, or play o'th Flute, 'or beare his part in a three mans Song, he shall forfeit a Gallon of wine, and be counted a Colt as long as his shooes are made of running lether: Speake, is't agreed on?