The Shoemaker's Holiday, or The Gentle Craft · chunk 16 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 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
'twas well my Lord, your honour, and myself, Grew partners with him for your bills of lading, Show that Eyre's gains in one commodity, Rise at the least to full three thousand pound, Besides like gain in other merchandise. Well he shall spend some of his thousands now For I have sent for him to the Guild Hal, See where he comes: good morrow master Eyre. Poor Simon Eyre, my Lord, your shoemaker. Well well, it likes yourself to term you so, Now M. Dodger, what's the news with you? I'd gladly speak in private to your honour. You shall, you shall: master Eyre, and M. Scot, I have some business with this gentleman, I pray let me entreat you to walk before To the Guild Hal, I'll follow presently, Master Eyre, I hope ere noon to call you Sheriff. I would not care (my Lord) if you might call me king of Spain, come master Scot. Now master Dodger, what's the news you bring? The Earl of Lincoln by me greets your lordship And earnestly requests you (if you can) Inform him where his Nephew Lacie keeps. Is not his Nephew Lacie now in France? No I assure your lordship, but disguised Lurks here in London. London? is't even so? It may be, but upon my faith and soul, I know not where he lives, or whether he lives, So tell my Lord of Lincoln, lurch in London? Well master Dodger, you perhaps may start him, Be but the means to ris him into France, I'll give you a dozen angels for your pains, So much I love his honour, hate his Nephew, And prithee so inform thy lord from me. I take my leave. Farewell good master Dodger. Lacie in London? I dare pawn my life, My daughter knows thereof, and for that cause, Denied young M. Hammon in his love, Well I am glad I sent her to old Forde, God's lord 'tis late, to Guild-Hall I must hie, I know my brethren stay my company. Thou goest too fast for me Roger. I forsooth. I pray thee run (do you hear) run to Guild-Hall, and learn if my husband master Eyre will take that worshipful vocation of M. Sheriff upon him, hie thee good Firke. Take it? well I go, and he should not take it, Firk swears to forswear him, yes forsooth I go to Guild-Hall. Nay when? thou art too compendious, and tedious. O rare, your excellence is full of eloquence, how like a new cart wheel my dame speaks, and she looks like an old musty ale-bottle going to scalding. Nay when? thou wilt make me melancholy. God forbid your worship should fall into that humour, I run. Let me see now Roger and Hans. I forsooth dame (mistress I should say) but the old term so sticks to the roof of my mouth, I can hardly lick it off.
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Twas wel my Lord, your honour, and my selfe, Grew partners with him for your bils of lading, Shew that Eyres gaines in one commoditie, Rise at the least to ful thrée thousand pound, Besides like gaine in other marchandize. Wel he shal spend some of his thousands now For I haue sent for him to the Guild Hal, Sée where he comes: good morrow master Eyre. Poore Simon Eyre, my Lord, your shoomaker. Wel wel, it likes your selfe to terme you so, Now M. Dodger, whats the news with you? Ide gladly speake in priuate to your honour. You shal, you shal: master Eyre, and M. Scot, I haue some businesse with this gentleman, I pray let me intreate you to walke before To the Guild Hal, Ile follow presently, Master Eyre, I hope ere noone to call you Shiriffe. I would not care (my Lord) if you might cal me king of Spaine, come master Scot. Now maister Dodger, whats the newes you bring? The Earle of Lincolne by me gréets your lordship And earnestly requests you (if you can) Informe him where his Nephew Lacie kéepes. Is not his Nephew Lacie now in France? No I assure your lordship, but disguisde Lurkes here in London. London? ist euen so? It may be, but vpon my faith and soule, I know not where he liues, or whether he liues, So tel my Lord of Lincolne, lurch in London? Well master Dodger, you perhaps may start him, Be but the meanes to ris him into France, Ile giue you a dozen angels for your paines, So much I loue his honour, hate his Nephew, And prethée so informe thy lord from me. I take my leaue. Farewell good master Dodger. Lacie in London? I dare pawne my life, My daughter knowes thereof, and for that cause, Denide yong M. Hammon in his loue, Wel I am glad I sent her to old Forde, Gods lord tis late, to Guild Hall I must hie, I know my brethren stay my companie. Thou goest too fast for me Roger. I forsooth. I pray thée runne (doe you heare) runne to Guild Hall, and learne if my husband master Eyre wil take that worshipfull vocation of M. Shiriffe vpon him, hie thée good Firke. Take it? well I goe, and he should not take it, Firk sweares to forsweare him, yes forsooth I goe to Guild Hall. Nay when? thou art too compendious, and tedious. O rare, your excellence is full of eloquence, how like a new cart whéele my dame speakes, and she lookes like an old musty ale-bottle going to scalding. Nay when? thou wilt make me melancholy. God forbid your worship should fall into that humour, I runne. Let me see now Roger and Hans. I forsooth dame (mistris I should say) but the old terme so stickes to the roofe of my mouth, I can hardly lick it off.