The Shoemaker's Holiday, or The Gentle Craft · chunk 2 of 38
Dekker, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Jul 15, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 548 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
Take heed my Lord, advise you what you do, A berier unthrift lives not in the world, Then is my cozen, for I'll tell you what, 'tis now almost a year since he requested To travel countries for experience, I furnished him with coin, bills of exchange, Letters of credit, men to wait on him, Solicited my friends in Italie Well to respect him: but to see the end: Scant had he journeyed through half Germanie, But all his coin was spent, his men cast off, His bills embezzled, and my jolly coz, Ashamed to show his bankrupt presence here, Became a Shoemaker in Wittenberg, A goodly science for a gentleman Of such descent: now judge the rest by this. Suppose your daughter have a thousand pound, He did consume me more in one half year, And make him heir to all the wealth you have, One twelvemonth's rioting will waste it all, Then seek (my Lord) some honest Citizen To wed your daughter to. I thank your Lordship, Well fox, I understand your subtlety, As for your nephew, let your lordship's eye But watch his actions, and you need not fear, For I have my daughter far enough, And yet your cozen Rowland might do well Now he hath learned an occupation, And yet I scorn to call him son in law. ay but I have a better trade for him, I thank his grace he hath appointed him, Chief colonel of all those companies Mustered in London, and the shires about, To serve his highness in those wars of France: See where he comes: Lovel what news with you? My Lord of Lincoln, 'tis his highness will, That presently your cozen ship for France With all his powers, he would not for a million, But they should land at Deep within four days. Go certify his grace it shall be done: Now cozen Lacie, in what forwardness Are all your companies? All well prepared, The men of Hartfordshire lie at Mile end, Suffolk, and Essex, train in Tuttle fields, The Londoners, and those of Middlesex, All gallantly prepared in Finsbury, With frolic spirits, long for their parting hour. They have their impressed, coats, and furniture, And if it please your cozen Lacie come To the Guild-Hall, he shall receive his pay, And twenty pounds besides my brethren Will freely give him, to approve our loves We bear unto my Lord your uncle here. I thank your honour. Thanks my good Lord Maior. At the Guild Hal we will expect your coming, To approve your loves to me? no subtlety Nephew: that twenty pound he doth bestow, For joy to rid you from his daughter Rose: But cousins both, now here are none but friends, I would not have you cast an amorous eye Upon so mean a project, as the love Of a gay wanton painted citizen, I know this churl, even in the height of scorn, Doth hate the mixture of his blood with thine, I pray thee do thou so, remember coz, What honourable fortunes wait on thee, Increase the king's love which so brightly shines, And gilds thy hopes, I have no heir but thee: And yet not thee, if with a wayward spirit, Thou start from the true bias of my love.
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Take héede my Lord, aduise you what you do, A berier vnthrist liues not in the world, Then is my cosen, for Ile tel you what, Tis now almost a yeare since he requested To trauell countries for experience, I furnisht him with coyne, billes of exchange, Letters of credite, men to waite on him, Solicited my friends in Italie Well to respect him: but to sée the end: Scant had he iornied through halfe Germanie, But all his coyne was spent, his men cast off, His billes imbezeld, and my iolly coze, Asham'd to shew his bankerupt presence here, Became a Shoomaker in Wittenberg, A goodly science for a gentleman Of such discent: now iudge the rest by this. Suppose your daughter haue a thousand pound, He did consume me more in one halfe yeare, And make him heyre to all the wealth you haue, One twelue moneth's rioting wil waste it all, Then seeke (my Lord) some honest Cittizen To wed your daughter to. I thanke your Lordship, Wel Fore, I understand your subtiltie, As for your nephew, let your lordships eie But watch his actions, and you néede not feare, For I haue my daughter farre enough, And yet your cosen Rowland might do well Now he hath learn'd an occupation, And yet I scorne to call him sonne in law. I but I haue a better trade for him, I thanke his grace he hath appointed him, Chiefe colonell of all those companies Mustred in London, and the shires about, To serue his highnesse in those warres of France: Sée where he comes: Louel what newes with you? My Lord of Lincolne, tis his highnesse will, That presently your cosen ship for France With all his powers, he would not for a million, But they should land at Déepe within foure daies. Goe certifie his grace it shall be done: Now cosen Lacie, in what forwardnesse Are all your companies? All well prepar'd, The men of Hartfordshire lie at Mile end, Suffolke, and Essex, traine in Tuttle fields, The Londoners, and those of Middlesex, All gallantly prepar'd in Finsbury, With frolike spirits, long for their parting hower. They haue their imprest, coates, and furniture, And if it please your cosen Lacie come To the Guild Hall, he shall receiue his pay, And twentie pounds besides my brethren Will fréely giue him, to approue our loues We beare vnto my Lord your vncle here. I thanke your honour. Thankes my good Lord Maior. At the Guild Hal we wil expect your comming, To approue your loues to me? no subtiltie Nephew: that twentie pound he doth bestow, For ioy to rid you from his daughter Rose: But cosens both, now here are none but friends, I would not haue you cast an amorous eie Upon so meane a proiect, as the loue Of a gay wanton painted cittizen, I know this churle, even in the height of scorne, Doth hate the mixture of his bloud with thine, I pray thée do thou so, remember coze, What honourable fortunes wayt on thée, Increase the kings loue which so brightly shines, And gilds thy hopes, I haue no heire but thée: And yet not thée, if with a wayward spirit, Thou start from the true byas of my loue.