The Shoemaker's Holiday, or The Gentle Craft · chunk 17 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 T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
even what thou wilt good Roger, dame is a fair name for any honest christian, but let that pass, how dost thou Hans? Me tanck you uro. Well Hans and Roger you see God hath blessed your master, and perdie if ever he comes to be M. Sheriff of London (as we are all mortal) you shall see I will have some odd thing or other in a corner for you: I will not be your back friend, but let that pass, Hans pray thee tie my shoe. Yaw it shall vro. Roger, thou know'st the length of my foot, as it is none of the biggest, so I thank God it is handsome enough, prithee let me have a pair of shoes made, cork good Roger, wooden heel too. You shall. Art thou acquainted with never a farthingale-maker, nor a French-hood maker, I must enlarge my bumine, ha ha, how shall I look in a hood I wonder? perdie oddly I think. As a cat out of a pillory, very well I warrant you mistress. Indeed all flesh is grass, and Roger, canst thou tell where I may buy a good hair? Yes forsooth, at the poulterers in Gracious street. Thou art an ungracious wag, pardie, I mean a false hair for my periwig. Why mistress, the next time I cut my beard, you shall have the shavings of it, but they are all true hairs. It is very hot, I must get me a fan or else a mask. So you had need, to hide your wicked face. Fie upon it, how costly this world's calling is, pardie, but that it is one of the wonderful works of God, I would not deal with it: is not Firk come yet? Hans be not so sad, let it pass and vanish, as my husband's worship says. Ick been vrolicke, lot see yow so. Mistress, will you drink a pipe of Tobacco? O fie upon it Roger, pardie, these filthy Tobacco pipes are the most idle slavering babbles that ever I felt: out upon it, God bless us, men look not like men that use them. What fellow Rafe? Mistress look here, Ianes husband, why how, lame? Hans make much of him, he's a brother of our trade, a good workman, and a tall soldier. You be welcome brother. perdie I knew him not, how dost thou good Rafe? I am glad to see thee well. I would God you saw me dame as well, As when I went from London into France. Trust me I am sorry Rafe to see thee impotent, Lord how the wars have made him Sunburnt: the left leg is net well it was a fair gift of God the infirmity took not hold a little higher, considering thou camest from France: but let that pass. I am glad to see you well, and I rejoice To hear that God hath blessed my master so Since my departure.
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Euen what thou wilt good Roger, dame is a faire name for any honest christian, but let that passe, how dost thou Hans? Mée tanck you vro. Wel Hans and Roger you sée God hath blest your master, and perdie if euer he comes to be M. Shiriffe of London (as we are al mortal) you shal sée I wil haue some odde thing or other in a corner for you: I wil not be your backe friend, but let that passe, Hans pray thée tie my shooe. Yaw it sal vro. Roger, thou knowst the length of my foote, as it is none of the biggest, so I thanke God it is handsome enough, prethée let me haue a paire of shooes made, corke good Roger, woodden héele too. You shall. Art thou acquainted with neuer a fardingale-maker, nor a French-hoode maker, I must enlarge my bumine, ha ha, how shall I looke in a hoode I wonder? perdie odly I thinke. As a catte out of a pillorie, verie wel I warrant you mistresse. Indéede all flesh is grasse, and Roger, canst thou tel where I may buye a good haire? Yes forsooth, at the poulterers in Gracious stréet. Thou art an vngratious wag, perdy, I meane a false haire for my periwig. Why mistris, the next time I cut my beard, you shall haue the shauings of it, but they are all true haires. It is verie hot, I must get me a fan or else a maske. So you had néede, to hide your wicked face. Fie vpon it, how costly this world's calling is, perdy, but that it is one of the wonderfull works of God, I would not deale with it: is not Firke come yet? Hans bée not so sad, let it passe and vanish, as my husbands worshippe saies. Ick bin vrolicke, lot sée yow soo. Mistris, wil you drinke a pipe of Tobacco? O fie vppon it Roger, perdy, these silthie Tobacco pipes are the most idle slauering bables that euer I felt: out vppon it, God blesse vs, men looke not like men that vse thē. What fellow Rafe? Mistres looke here, Ianes husband, why how, lame? Hans make much of him, hées a brother of our trade, a good workeman, and a tall souldier. You be welcome broder. Pardie I knew him not, how dost thou good Rafe? I am glad to sée thée wel. I would God you saw me dame as wel, As when I went from London into France. Trust mee I am sorie Rafe to sée thée impotent, Lord how the warres haue made him Sunburnt: the left leg is net wel it was a faire gift of God the infirmitie tooke not hold a litle higher, considering thou camest from France: but let that passe. I am glad to sée you wel, and I reioyce To heare that God hath blest my master so Since my departure.