The Shoemaker's Holiday, or The Gentle Craft · chunk 20 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 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Ha, ha, ha, I had rather than a thousand pound, I had an heart but half so light as yours. Why what should I do my Lord? a pound of care pays not a dram of debt: hum, let's be merry whiles we are young, old age, sack and sugar will steal upon us ere we be aware. It's well done mistress Eyre, pray give good counsel to my daughter. I hope mistress Rose will have the grace to take nothing that's bad. Pray God she do, for i'faith mistress Eyre, I would bestow upon that peevish girl A thousand Marks more than I mean to give her, Upon condition she'd be ruled by me, The Ape still crosseth me: there came of late, A proper Gentleman of fair revenues, Whom gladly I would call son in law: But my fine cockney would have none of him. You'll prove a coxcomb for it ere you die, A courtier, or no man must please your eye. Be ruled sweet Rose, thouart ripe for a man: marry not with a boy, that has no more hair on his face than thou hast on thy cheeks: a courtier, wash, go by, stand not upon pishery-pashery: those silken fellows are but painted Images, outsides, outsides Rose, their inner linings are torn: no my fine mouse, marry me with a Gentleman Grocer like my Lord Maior your Father, a Grocer is a sweet trade, Plums, Plums: had I a son or Daughter should marry out of the generation and blood of the shoemakers, he should pack: what, the Gentle trade is a living for a man through Europe, through the world. What noise is this? O my Lord Maior, a true of good fellows that for love to your honour, are come hither with a Morris-dance, come in my Mesopotamians cheerly. Master Eyre, are all these shoemakers? All Cordwainers my good Lord Maior. How like my Lacie looks yond shoemaker. O that I durst but speak unto my love! Sibyl, go fetch some wine to make these drink, You are all welcome. We thank your Lordship. For his sake whose fair shape thou represent'st, Good friend I drink to thee. It be dank good frister. I see mistress Rose you do not want judgement, you have drunk to the properest man I keep. Here be some have done their parts to be as proper as he. Well, urgent business calls me back to London: Good fellows, first go in and taste our cheer, And to make merry as you homeward go, Spend these two angels in beer at Stratford Boe. To these two (my mad lads) Sim Eyre adds another, then cheerly Firk, tickle it Haunce, and all for the honour of shoemakers. Come master Eyre, let's have your company. Sibyl What shall I do? Why what's the matter? That Haunce the shoemaker is my love Lacie, Disguised in that attire to find me out, How should I find the means to speak with him?
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Ha, ha, ha, I had rather then a thousand pound, I had an heart but halfe so light as yours. Why what should I do my Lord? a pound of care paies not a dram of debt: hum, lets be merry whiles we are yong, olde age, sacke and sugar will steale vpon vs ere we be aware. Its wel done mistris Eyre, pray giue good counsell to my daughter. I hope mistris Rose wil haue the grace to take nothing thats bad. Pray God she do, for ifaith mistris Eyre, I would bestow vpon that peeuish girle A thousand Marks more then I meane to giue her, Upon condition shéed be rulde by me, The Ape still crosseth me: there came of late, A proper Gentleman of faire reuenewes, Whom gladly I would call sonne in law: But my fine cockney would haue none of him. You'le proue a cockscombe for it ere you die, A courtier, or no man must please your eie. Be rulde swéete Rose, th'art ripe for a man: marrie not with a boy, that has no more haire on his face then thou hast on thy chéekes: a courtier, wash, go by, stand not vppon pisherie pasherie: those silken fellowes are but painted Images, outsides, outsides Rose, their inner linings are torne: no my fine mouse, marry me with a Gentleman Grocer like my Lord Maior your Father, a Grocer is a swéete trade, Plums, Plums: had I a sonne or Daughter should marrie out of the generation and bloud of the shoe-makers, he should packe: what, the Gentle trade is a liuing for a man through Europe, through the world. What noyse is this? O my Lord Maior, a true of good fellowes that for loue to your honour, are come hither with a morrisdance, come in my Mesopotamians chéerely. Maister Eyre, are al these shoe-makers? Al Cordwainers my good Lord Maior. How like my Lacie lookes yond shooe-maker. O that I durst but speake vnto my loue! Sibil, go fetch some wine to make these drinke, You are al welcome. We thanke your Lordship. For his sake whose faire shape thou representst, Good friend I drinke to thée. It be dancke good frister. I see mistris Rose you do not want iudgement, you haue drunke to the properest man I kéepe. Here bee some haue done their parts to be as proper as he. Wel, vrgent busines cals me backe to London: Good fellowes, first go in and taste our cheare, And to make merrie as you homeward go, Spend these two angels in beere at Stratford Boe. To these two (my madde lads) Sim Eyre ads another, then chéerely Firke, tickle it Haunce, and al for the honour of shoemakers. Come maister Eyre, lets haue your companie. Sibil What shal I do? Why whats the matter? That Haunce the shoemaker is my loue Lacie, Disguisde in that attire to find me out, How should I find the meanes to speake with him?