The Shoemaker's Holiday, or The Gentle Craft · chunk 15 of 38
Dekker, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Jul 15, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · before the Court T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.90 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Sweet mistress Rose, Misconstrue not my words, nor misconceive Of my affection, whose devoted soul Swears that I love thee dearer than my heart. As dear as your own heart? I judge it right. Men love their hearts best when theyare out of sight. I love you, by this hand. Yet hands off now: If flesh be frail, how weak and frail's your vow? Then by my life I swear. Then do not brawl, One quarrel loseth wife and life and all, Is not your meaning thus? In faith you jest. Love loves to sport, therefore leave love you're best. What? square they master Scot? Sir, never doubt, Lovers are quickly in, and quickly out. Sweet Rose, be not so strange in fancying me, Nay never turn aside, shun not my sight, I am not grown so fond, to fond my love On any that shall quit it with disdain, If you will love me, so, if not, farewell. Why how now lovers, are you both agreed? Yes faith my Lord. 'tis well, give me your hand, give me yours daughter. How now, both pull back, what means this, girl? I mean to live a maid. But not to die one, pause ere that be said. will you still cross me? still be obstinate? Nay chide her not my Lord for doing well, If she can live an happy virgin's life, 'tis far more blessed than to be a wife. Say sir I cannot, I have made a vow, whoever be my husband, 'tis not you. Your tongue is quick, but M. Hamond know, I bade you welcome to another end. What, would you have me pule, & pine, and pray, With lovely lady mistress of my heart, Pardon your servant, and the rhymer play, Railing on Cupid, and his tyrant's dart, Or that I undertake some martial spoil, Wearing your glove at tourney, and at tilt, And tell how many gallants I unhorsed, Sweet, will this pleasure you? Yea, when wilt begin? What love-rhymes man? fie on that deadly sin. If you will have her, I'll make her agree. Enforced love is worse than hate to me, There is a wench keeps shop in the old change, To her will I, it is not wealth I seek, I have enough, and will prefer her love Before the world: my good lord Maior adieu, Old love for me, I have no luck with new. Now mammet you have well behaved yourself, But you shall curse your coins if I live, whose's within there? see you convey your mistress Straight to th'old ford, I'll keep you straight enough, 'fore God I would have sworn the puling girl, Would willingly accepted Hamon's love, But banish him my thoughts, go minion in, Now tell me master Scot would you have thought, That master Simon Eyre the shoemaker, Had been of wealth to buy such merchandise?
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Sweete mistris Rose, Misconstrue not my words, nor misconceiue Of my affection, whose deuoted soule Sweares that I loue thée dearer then my heart. As deare as your owne heart? I iudge it right. Men loue their hearts best when th'are out of sight. I loue you, by this hand. Yet hands off now: If flesh be fraile, how weake and frail's your vowe? Then by my life I sweare. Then do not brawle, One quarrell looseth wife and life and all, Is not your meaning thus? In faith you iest. Loue loues to sport, therfore leaue loue y'are best. What? square they maister Scot? Sir, neuer doubt, Louers are quickly in, and quickly out. Swéet Rose, be not so strange in fansying me, Nay neuer turne aside, shunne not my sight, I am not growne so fond, to fond my loue On any that shall quit it with disdaine, If you wil loue me, so, if not, farewell. Why how now louers, are you both agréede? Yes faith my Lord. Tis well, giue me your hand, giue me yours daughter. How now, both pull backe, what meanes this, girle? I meane to liue a maide. But not to die one, pawse ere that be said. Wil you stil crosse me? still be obstinate? Nay chide her not my Lord for doing well, If she can liue an happie virgins life, Tis farre more blessed then to be a wife. Say sir I cannot, I haue made a vow, Who euer be my husband, tis not you. Your tongue is quicke, but M. Hamond know, I bade you welcome to another end. What, would you haue me pule, & pine, and pray, With louely ladie mistris of my heart, Pardon your seruant, and the rimer play, Rayling on Cupid, and his tyrants dart, Or that I vndertake some martiall spoile, Wearing your gloue at turney, and at tilt, And tel how many gallauts I vnhorst, Swéete, wil this pleasure you? Yea, when wilt begin? What louerimes man? fie on that deadly sinne. If you wil haue her, Ile make her agrée. Enforced loue is worse then hate to me, There is a wench kéepes shop in the old change, To her wil I, it is not wealth I séeke, I haue enough, and wil preferre her loue Before the world: my good lord Maior adew, Old loue for me, I haue no lucke with new. Now mammet you haue wel behau'd your selfe, But you shal curse your coynes if I liue, Whose within there? sée you connay your mistris Straight to th'old Forde, Ile kéepe you straight enough, Fore God I would haue sworne the puling girle, Would willingly accepted Hammons loue, But banish him my thoughts, go minion in, Now tel me master Scot would you haue thought, That master Simon Eyre the shoomaker, Had béene of wealth to buy such marchandize?