The Shoemaker's Holiday, or The Gentle Craft · chunk 14 of 38
Dekker, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Jul 15, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · before the Court T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea typicality 0.81 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
My Lord, upon the eighteen day of May, The French and English were prepared to fight, Each side with eager fury gave the sign Of a most hot encounter, five long hours Both armies fought together: at the length, The lot of victory fell on our sides, twelve thousand of the Frenchmen that day died, four thousand English, and no man of name, But Captain Hyam, and young Ardington, Two gallant Gentlemen, I knew them well. But Dodger, prithee tell me in this fight, How did my cousin Lacie bear himself? My Lord, your cozen Lacie was not there. Not there? Dog. No, my good Lord. Sure thou mistakest, I saw him shipped, and a thousand eyes beside Were witnesses of the farewells which he gave, When I with weeping eyes bid him adieu: Dodger take heed. My Lord I am advised, That what I spoke is true: to prove it so, His cozen Askew that supplied his place, Sent me for him from France, that secretly He might convey himself hither. Is't even so. Dares he so carelessly venture his life, Upon the indignation of a King? Hath he despised my love, and spurned those favours, Which I with prodigal hand poured on his head? He shall repent his rashness with his soul, Since of my love he makes no estimate, I'll make him wish he had not known my hate, Thou hast no other news? None else, my Lord. None worse I know thou hast: procure the king To crown his giddy brows with ample honours, Send him chief Colonel, and all my hope Thus to be dashed? but 'tis in vain to grieve, One evil cannot a worse relieve: Upon my life I have found out his plot, That old dog Love that fawned upon him so, Love to that puling girl, his fair cheeked Rose, The Lord majors daughter hath distracted him, And in the fire of that loves lunacy, Hath he burnt up himself, consumed his credit, Lost the king's love, yea and I fear, his life, Only to get a wanton to his wife: Dodger, it is so. I fear so, my good Lord. It is so, nay sure it cannot be, I am at my wit's end Dodger. Yea my Lord. Thou art acquainted with my nephews haunts, Spend this gold for thy pains, go seek him out, Watch at my Lord Majors (there if he live) Dodger, thou shalt be sure to meet with him: Prithee be diligent. Lacie thy name Lived once in honour, now dead in shame: Be circumspect. I warrant you my Lord. Good master Scot, I have been bold with you, To be a witness to a wedding knot, Betwixt young master Hammon and my daughter, O stand aside, see where the lovers come. Can it be possible you love me so? No, no, within those eyeballs I espy, Apparent likelihoods of flattery, Pray now let go my hand.
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My Lord, vpon the eightéene day of May, The French and English were preparde to fight, Each side with eager furie gaue the signe Of a most hot encounter, fiue long howres Both armies fought together: at the length, The lot of victorie fel on our sides, Twelue thousand of the Frenchmen that day dide, Foure thousand English, and no man of name, But Captaine Hyam, and yong Ardington, Two gallant Gentlemen, I knew them well. But Dodger, prethée tell me in this fight, How did my cozen Lacie beare himselfe? My Lord, your cosen Lacie was not there. Not there? Dog. No, my good Lord. Sure thou mistakest, I saw him shipt, and a thousand eies beside Were witnesses of the farewels which he gaue, When I with wéeping eies bid him adew: Dodger take héede. My Lord I am aduis'd, That what I spake is true: to proue it so, His cosen Askew that supplide his place, Sent me for him from France, that secretly He might conuey himselfe hither. Ist euen so. Dares he so carelessely venture his life, Upon the indignation of a King? Hath he despis'd my loue, and spurn'd those fauours, Which I with prodigall hand powr'd on his head? He shall repent his rashnes with his soule, Since of my loue he makes no estimate, Ile make him wish he had not knowne my hate, Thou hast no other newes? None else, my Lord. None worse I know thou hast: procure the king To crowne his giddie browes with ample honors, Send him chéefe Colonell, and all my hope Thus to be dasht? but tis in vaine to grieue, One euill cannot a worse releeue: Upon my life I haue found out his plot, That old dog Loue that fawnd vpon him so, Loue to that puling girle, his faire cheek't Rose, The Lord Maiors daughter hath distracted him, And in the fire of that loues lunacie, Hath he burnt vp himselfe, comsum'd his credite, Lost the kings loue, yea and I feare, his life, Onely to get a wanton to his wife: Dodger, it is so. I feare so, my good Lord. It is so, nay sure it cannot be, I am at my wits end Dodger. Yea my Lord. Thou art acquainted with my Nephewes haunts, Spend this gold for thy paines, goe seeke him out, Watch at my Lord Maiors (there if he liue) Dodger, thou shalt be sure to méete with him: Prethée be diligent. Lacie thy name Liu'd once in honour, now dead in shame: Be circumspect. I warrant you my Lord. Good maister Scot, I haue beene bolde with you, To be a witnesse to a wedding knot, Betwixt yong maister Hammon and my daughter, O stand aside, see where the louers come. Can it be possible you loue me so? No, no, within those eie-bals I espie, Apparant likelihoods of flattery, Pray now let go my hand.