The Shoemaker's Holiday, or The Gentle Craft · chunk 3 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 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
My Lord, I will (for honour (not desire Of land or livings) or to be your heir) So guide my actions in pursuit of France, As shall add glory to the Lacies name. coz, for those words here's thirty Portuguese And Nephew Askew, there's a few for you, Fair Honour in her loftiest eminence Stays in France for you till you fetch her thence, Then Nephews, clap swift wings on your designs, Be gone, be gone, make haste to the Guild-Hall, There presently I'll meet you, do not stay, Where honour becomes, shame attends delay. How gladly would your uncle have you gone? True coz, but I'll o'erreach his policies, I have some serious business for three days, Which nothing but my presence can dispatch, You therefore cozen with the companies Shall haste to Dover, there I'll meet with you, Or if I stay past my prefixed time, Away for France, we'll meet in Normandie, The twenty pounds my Lord Maior gives to me You shall receive, and these ten Portuguese, Part of mine uncles thirty, gentle coz, Have care to our great charge, I know your wisdom Hath tried itself in higher consequence. coz, all myself am yours, yet have this care, To lodge in London with all secrecy, Our uncle Lincoln hath (besides his own) Many a jealous eye, that in your face stars only to watch means for your disgrace. Stay cozen, who be these? Leave whining, leave whining, away with this whimpering, this puling, these blubbering tears, and these wet eyes, I'll get thy husband discharged, I warrant thee sweet Iane: go to. Master, here be the captains. Peace Hodge, hushed ye knave, hushed. Here be the cavaliers, and the coronels, master. Peace Firk, peace my fine Firk, stand by with your pishery-pashery, away, I am a man of the best presence, I'll speak to them and they were Popes, gentlemen, captains, colonels, commanders: brave men, brave leaders, may it please you to give me audience, I am Simon Eyre, the mad shoe-master of Towerstreet, this wench with the mealy mouth that will never tire, is my wife I can tell you, here's Hodge my man, and my foreman, here's Firk my fine firking journeyman, and this is blubbered Iane, all we come to be suitors for this honest Rafe keep him at home, and as I am a true shoemaker, and a gentleman of the Gentle Craft, buy spurs yourself, and I'll find ye boots these seven years. Seven years husband? Peace Midriff, peace, I know what I do, peace. Truly master cormorant, you shall do God good service to let Rafe and his wife stay together, she's a young new married woman, if you take her husband away from her a night, you undo her, she may beg in the day time, for he's as good a workman at a prick & an awl, as any is in our trade.
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My Lord, I will (for honor (not desire Of land or liuings) or to be your heire) So guide my actions in pursuit of France, As shall adde glorie to the Lacies name. Coze, for those words heres thirtie Portugues And Nephew Askew, there's a few for you, Faire Honour in her loftrest eminence Staies in France for you till you fetch her thence, Then Nephewes, clap swift wings on your dissignes, Be gone, be gone, make haste to the Guild Hall, There presently Ile méete you, do not stay, Where honour becomes, shame attends delay. How gladly would your vncle haue you gone? True coze, but Ile ore-reach his policies, I haue some serious businesse for thrée dayes, Which nothing but my presence can dispatch, You therefore cosen with the companies Shall hasse to Douer, there Ile méete with you, Or if I stay past my prefixed time, Away for France, weele meete in Normandie, The twentie pounds my Lord Maior giues to me You shall receiue, and these ten portugues, Part of mine vncles thirtie, gentle coze, Haue care to our great charge, I know your wisedome Hath tride it selfe in higher consequence. Coze, al my selfe am yours, yet haue this care, To lodge in London with al secresie, Our vncle Lincolne hath (besides his owne) Many a iealous eie, that in your face Stares onely to watch meanes for your disgrace. Stay cosen, who be these? Leaue whining, leaue whining, away with this whimpring, this pewling, these blubbring teares, and these wet eies, Ile get thy husband discharg'd, I warrant thee swéete Iane: go to. Master, here be the captaines. Peace Hodge, husht ye knaue, husht. Here be the caualiers, and the coronels, maister. Peace Firke, peace my fine Firke, stand by with your pishery pasherie, away, I am a man of the best presence, Ile speake to them and they were Popes, gentlemen, captaines, colonels, commanders: braue men, braue leaders, may it please you to giue me audience, I am Simon Eyre, the mad Shoomaster of Towerstréete, this wench with the mealy mouth that wil neuer tire, is my wife I can tel you, heres Hodge my man, and my foreman, heres Firke my fine firking iourneyman, and this is blubbered Iane, al we come to be suters for this honest Rafe kéepe him at home, and as I am a true shoomaker, and a gentleman of the Gentle Craft, buy spurs your self, and Ile find ye bootes these seuen yéeres. Seuen yeares husband? Peace Midriffe, peace, I know what I do, peace. Truly master cormorant, you shal do God good seruice to let Rafe and his wife stay together, shées a yong new married woman, if you take her husband away from her a night, you vndoo her, she may beg in the day time, for hées as good a workman at a pricke & an awle, as any is in our trade.