The Shoemaker's Holiday, or The Gentle Craft · chunk 11 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 T6 Money, debt and credit · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
I thank your Lordship: cozen, on my life For our lost venison, I shall find a wife. In gentlemen, I'll not be absent long. This Hammon is a proper gentleman, A citizen by birth, fairly allied, How fit an husband were he for my girl? Well, I will in, and do the best I can, To match my daughter to this gentléman. Ick shall yow what seggen Hans, dis skip dat comen from Candy is all will, by gets sacrament, van sugar, civet, almonds, cambric, end all dingen thousand thousand ding, nempt it Hans, nempt it voz v meester, daer be de bills van laden, your meester Simon Eyre shall hae good copen, wat seggen yow Hans? Wat seggen de reggen de copen, slopen, laugh Hodge laugh. Mine liever brother Firk, bringt meester Eyre lot den sign vn swannekin, daer shall yow find dis skipper end me, wat seggen yow brother Firk? do't it Hodge, come skipper. Bring him qd. you, here's no knavery, to bring me master to buy a ship, worth the lading of 2 or 3 hundred thousand pounds, alas that's nothing, a trifle, a babble Hodge. The truth is Firk, that the merchant owner of the ship dares not show his head, and therefore this skipper that deals for him, for the love he bears to Hans, offers my master Eyre a bargain in the commodities, he shall have a reasonable day of payment, he may sell the wares by that time, and be an huge gainer himself. Yea, but can my fellow Hans lend my master twenty porpentines as an earnest penny. portagues thou wouldst say, here they be Firke, hark, they jingle in my pocket like S. Mary Queries bells. Mum, here comes my dame and my master, she'll scold on my life, for loitering this Monday, but als one, let them all say what they can, Monday's our holiday. You sing sir sauce, but I beshrew your heart, I fear for this your singing we shall smart. Smart for me dame, why dame, why? Master I hope you'll not suffer my dame to take down your journeymen. If she take me down, I'll take her up, yea and take her down too, a button, hole lower. Peace Firk, not I Hodge, by the life of Pharaoh, by the Lord of Ludgate, by this beard, every hair whereof I value at a king's ransom, she shall not meddle with you, peace you bombast-cotton-candle Quean, away queen of Clubs, quarrel not with me and my men, with me and my fine Firk, I'll firk you if you do. Yea, yea man, you may use me as you please: but let that pass. Let it pass, let it vanish away: peace, am I not Simon Eyre? are not these my brave men? brave shoemakers, all gentlemen of the gentle craft? prince am I none, yet am I nobly borne, as being the sole son of a Shoemaker, away rubbish, vanish, melt, melt like kitchen stuff.
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I thanke your Lordship: cosen, on my life For our lost venisou, I shal find a wife. In gentlemen, Ile not be absent long. This Hammon is a proper gentleman, A citizen by birth, fairely allide, How fit an husband were he for my girle? Wel, I wil in, and do the best I can, To match my daughter to this gentléman. Ick sal yow wat seggen Hans, dis skip dat comen from Candy is al wol, by gots sacrament, van sugar, ciuet, almonds, cambrick, end alle dingen towsand towsand ding, nempt it Hans, nempt it voz v meester, daer be de bils van laden, your meester Simon Eyre sal hae good copen, wat seggen yow Hans? Wat seggen de reggen de copen, slopen, laugh Hodge laugh. Mine lieuer broder Firk, bringt meester Eyre lot den signe vn swannekin, daer sal yow finde dis skipper end me, wat seggen yow broder Firk? doot it Hodge, come skipper. Bring him qd. you, héers no knauerie, to bring me master to buy a ship, worth the lading of 2 or 3 hūdred thousand pounds, alas thats nothing, a trifle, a bable Hodge. The truth is Firk, that the marchant owner of the ship dares not shew his head, and therefore this skipper that deales for him, for the loue he beares to Hans, offers my master Eyre a bargaine in the commodities, he shal haue a reasonable day of payment, he may sel the wares by that time, and be an huge gainer himselfe. Yea, but can my fellow Hans lend my master twentie porpentines as an earnest pennie. Portegues thou wouldst say, here they be Firke, heark, they gingle in my pocket like S. Mary Queries bels. Mum, here comes my dame and my maister, shéele scold on my life, for loytering this Monday, but al's one, let them al say what they can, Monday's our holyday. You sing sir sauce, but I beshrew your heart, I feare for this your singing we shal smart. Smart for me dame, why dame, why? Maister I hope yowle not suffer my dame to take downe your iourneymen. If she take me downe, Ile take her vp, yea and take her downe too, a button, hole lower. Peace Firke, not I Hodge, by the life of Pharao, by the Lord of Ludgate, by this beard, euery haire whereof I valew at a kings ransome, shee shal not meddle with you, peace you bumbast-cotten-candle Queane, away queene of Clubs, quarrel not with me and my men, with me and my fine Firke, Ile firke you if you do. Yea, yea man, you may vse me as you please: but let that passe. Let it passe, let it vanish away: peace, am I not Simon Eyre? are not these my braue men? braue shoomakers, all gentlemen of the gentle craft? prince am I none, yet am I noblie borne, as béeing the sole sonne of a Shoomaker, away rubbish, vanish, melt, melt like kitchin stuffe.