The Shoemaker's Holiday, or The Gentle Craft · chunk 13 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 T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
Peace Firk, silence tittle tattle: Hodge, I'll go through with it, here's a seal ring, and I have sent for a guarded gown, and a damask cassock, see where it comes, look here Maggy, help me Firk, apparreline Hodge, silk and satin you mad Philistines, silk and satin. Ha, ha, my master will be as proud as a dog in a doublet, all in beaten damask and velvet. Softly Firk, for rearing of the nap, and wearing threadbare my garments: how dost thou like me Firk? how do I look, my fine Hodge? Why now you look like your selfmaster, I warrant you, there's few in the city, but will give you the wall, and come upon you with the right worshipful. Nails my master looks like a threadbare cloak new turned, and dressed: Lord, Lord, to see what good raiment both? dame, dame, are you not enamoured? How sayst thou Maggy, am I not brisk? am I not fine? Fine? by my troth sweet heart very fine: by my troth I never liked thee so well in my life sweet heart. But let that pass, I warrant there be many women in the city have not such handsome husbands, but only for their apparel, but let that pass too. God-den day mester, dis be de skipper dat heb de skip van marchandice de commodity been good, nempt it master, nempt it. Godamercy Hans, welcome skipper, where lies this ship of marchandice? De skip been in rovere: dor be van Sugar, Civet, Almonds, cambric, and a thousand thousand tings, God's sacrament, nempt it mester, yo shall heb good copen. To him master, O sweet master, O sweet wares, prunes, almons, sugar-candy, carrat roots, turnips, O brave fatting meat, let not a man buy a nutmeg but yourself. Peace Firk, come Skipper, I'll go abroad with you, Hans have you made him drink? Yaw, yaw, it heb veal ge drunk. Come Hans follow me: Skipper, thou shalt have my countenance in the City. Yaw heb veal ge drunk, quoth 'a: they may well be called butter-boxes, when they drink fat veal, and thick bear too: but come dame, I hope you'll chide us no more. No faith Firk, no pardie Hodge, I do feel honour creep upon me, and which is more, a certain rising in my flesh, but let that pass. Rising in your flesh do you feel say you? I you may be with child, but why should not my master feel a rising in his flesh, having a gown and a gold ring on, but you are such a shrew, you'll soon pull him down. Ha, ha, prithee peace, thou mak'st my worship laugh, but let that pass: come I'll go in Hodge, prithee go before me, Firk follow me. Firk doth follow, Hodge pass out in state. How now good Dodger, what's the news in France?
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Peace Firk, silence tittle tattle: Hodge, Ile go through with it, héers a seale ring, and I haue sent for a garded gown, and a damask Casock, see where it comes, looke here Maggy, help me Firk, apparreline Hodge, silke and satten you mad Philistines, silke and satten. Ha, ha, my maister wil be as proud as a dogge in a dublet, al in beaten damaske and veluet. Softly Firke, for rearing of the nap, and wearing thread-bare my garments: how dost thou like mee Firke? how do I looke, my fine Hodge? Why now you looke like your selfmaster, I warrant you, ther's few in the city, but wil giue you the wal, and come vpon you with the right worshipful. Nailes my master lookes like a thred-bare cloake new turn'd, and drest: Lord, Lord, to see what good raiment both? dame, dame, are you not enamoured? How saist thou Maggy, am I not brisk? am I not fine? Fine? by my troth sweet hart very fine: by my troth I neuer likte thée so wel in my life swéete heart. But let that passe, I warrant there be many women in the citie haue not such handsome husbands, but only for their apparell, but let that passe too. Godden day mester, dis be de skipper dat heb de skip van marchandice de commodity ben good, nempt it master, nempt it. Godamercy Hans, welcome skipper, where lies this ship of marchandice? De skip ben in rouere: dor be van Sugar, Cyuet, Almonds, Cambricke, and a towsand towsand tings, gotz sacrament, nempt it mester, yo sal heb good copen. To him maister, O swéete maister, O swéet wares, prunes, almons, suger-candy, carrat roots, turnups, O braue fatting meate, let not a man buye a nutmeg but your selfe. Peace Firke, come Skipper, Ile go abroade with you, Hans haue you made him drinke? Yaw, yaw, it heb veale ge drunck. Come Hans follow me: Skipper, thou shalt haue my countenance in the Cittie. Yaw heb veale ge drunck, quoth a: they may well be called butter-boxes, when they drinke fat veale, and thick beare too: but come dame, I hope you'le chide vs no more. No faith Firke, no perdy Hodge, I do féele honour créepe vpon me, and which is more, a certaine rising in my flesh, but let that passe. Rising in your flesh do you feele say you? I you may be with childe, but why should not my maister féele a rising in his flesh, hauing a gowne and a gold ring on, but you are such a shrew, youl'e soone pull him downe. Ha, ha, prethée peace, thou mak'st my worshippe laugh, but let that passe: come Ile go in Hodge, prethée goe before me, Firke follow me. Firke doth follow, Hodge passe out in state. How now good Dodger, whats the newes in France?