The Shoemaker's Holiday, or The Gentle Craft · chunk 8 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 T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
See to rise? I hope 'tis time enough, 'tis early enough for any woman to be seen abroad, I marvel how many wives in Towerstreet are up so soon? God's me, 'tis not noon, here's a yawling. Peace Margerie, peace, where's Cisty Bumtrinket your maid? she has a privy fault, she farts in her sleep, call the quean up, if my men want shooethréed, i'll swinge her in a stirrup. Yet that's but a dry beating, here's still a sign of drought. Der was e'en bore van Gelderland, Frolic ū byen, He was als drunk he cold nyet stand, upsolce se byen, Tap eens de canneken drink scheve mannekin. Master, for my life yonder's a brother of the Gentle Craft, if he bear not saint Hugh's bones, I'll forfeit my bones, he's some uplandish workman, hire him good master, that I may learn some gibble-gabble, 'twill make us work the faster. Peace Firk, a hard world, let him pass, let him vanish, we have journeymen enough, peace my fine Firk. Nay, nay, you're best follow your man's council, you shall see what will come on t: we have not men enough, but we must entertain every butterbox: but let that pass. Dame, fore God if my master follow your counsel, he'll consume little beef, he shall be glad of men and he can catch them. I that he shall. Fore God a proper man, and I warrant a fine workman: master farewell, dame adieu, if such a man as he cannot find work, Hodge is not for you. Stay my fine Hodge. Faith, and your foreman go, dame you must take a journey to seek a new journeyman, if Roger remove, Firk follows, if S. Hugh's bones shall not be set a work, I may prick mine awl in the walls, and go play: fare ye well master, God buy dame. Carry my fine Hodge, my brisk foreman, stay Firk, peace pudding broth, by the lord of Ludgate I love my men as my life, peace you gallimaufry, Hodge if he want work I'll hire him, one of you to him, stay, he comes to us. Eoeden dach meester, end v vro oak. Nay is if I should speak after him without drinking, I should choke, and you friend Oak are you of the Gentle Craft? Yaw yaw, Ik been den skomawker. Den skomaker quoth 'a, and hark you skomaker, have you all your tools, a good rubbing pin, a good stopper, a good dresser, your four sorts of awls and your two balls of wax, your paring knife, your hand and thumb-leathers, and good S. Hugh's bones to smooth up your work. Yaw yaw be niet vor veard, Ik hab all de dingen, voour mack shoes groot and clean. Ha ha good master hire him, he'll make me laugh so that I shall work more in mirth, than I can in earnest. I care ye friend, have ye any skill in the mystery of Cordwainers?
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See to rise? I hope tis time inough, tis earlie inough for any woman to be séene abroad, I maruaile how manie wiues in Towerstréet are vp so soon? Gods me, tis not noone, heres a yawling. Peace Margerie, peace, wheres Cisty Bumtrinket your maide? she has a priuie fault, she fartes in her sleepe, call the queane vp, if my men want shooethréed, ile swinge her in a stirrop. Yet thats but a drie beating, heres still a signe of drought. Der was een bore van Gelderland, Frolick ū byen, He was als dronck he cold nyet stand, vpsolce se byen, Tap eens de canneken drincke scheue mannekin. Maister, for my life yonders a brother of the Gentle Craft, if he beare not saint Hughes bones, Ile forfeit my bones, hées some vplandish workman, hire him good master, that I may learne some gibble, gabble, twill make vs worke the faster. Peace Firke, a hard world, let him passe, let him vanish, we haue iourneymen enow, peace my fine Firke. Nay, nay, y are best follow your mans councell, you shal sée what wil come on t: we haue not men enow, but we must entertaine euerie butter-boxe: but let that passe. Dame, fore God if my maister follow your counsell, héele consume little béefe, he shal be glad of men and hee can catch them. I that he shall. Fore God a proper man, and I warrant a fine workman: maister farewell, dame adew, if such a man as he cannot find worke, Hodge is not for you. Stay my fine Hodge. Faith, and your foreman goe, dame you must take a iourney to séeke a new iorneyman, if Roger remoue, Firke followes, if S. Hughs bones shall not be set a worke, I may pricke mine awle in the wals, and goe play: fare ye wel master, God buy dame. Carrie my fine Hodge, my briske foreman, stay Firke, peace pudding broath, by the lord of Ludgate I loue my men as my life, peace you gallimafrie, Hodge if he want worke Ile hire him, one of you to him, stay, he comes to vs. Eoeden dach meester, ende v vro oak. Nayis if I should speake after him without drinking, I shuld choke, and you frind Oake are you of the Gentle Craft? Yaw yaw, Ik bin den skomawker. Den skomaker quoth a, and heark you skomaker, haue you al your tooles, a good rubbing pinne, a good stopper, a good dresser, your foure sorts of awles and your two balles of waxe, your paring knife, your hand and thumb-leathers, and good S. Hughs bones to smooth vp your worke. Yaw yaw be niet vor veard, Ik hab all de dingen, voour mack shoes groot and cleane. Ha ha good maister hire him, héele make me laugh so that I shal worke more in mirth, then I can in earnest. I care ye friend, haue ye any skill in the mistery of Cordwainers?