The Shoemaker's Holiday, or The Gentle Craft · chunk 25 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 T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
By this shoe said he, how am I amazed At this strange accident? upon my life, This was the very shoe I gave my wife When I was priest for France, since when alas, I never could hear of her: it is the same, And Hamon's Bride no other but my Iane. Snails Raph thou hast lost thy part of three pots, a countryman of mine gave me to breakfast. I care not, I have found a better thing. A thing? away, is it a man's thing, or a woman's thing? Firk, dost thou know this shoe? No by my troth, neither doth that know me? I have no acquaintance with it, 'tis a mere stranger to me. Why then I do, this shoe I durst be sworn Once covered the instep of my Iane: This is her size, her breadth, thus trod my love, These true love knots I pricked, I hold my life, By this old shoe I shall find out my wife. Ha ha old shoe, that wert new, how a murrain came this ague fit of foolishness upon thee? Thus Firk, even now here came a servingman, By this shoe would he have a new pair made Against tomorrow morning for his mistress, That's to be married to a Gentleman, And why may not this be my sweet Iane? And why mayst not thou be my sweet Ass? ha, ha. Well, laugh, and spare not: but the truth is this. Against tomorrow morning I'll provide, A lusty crew of honest shoemakers, To watch the going of the bride to church, If she prove Iane, I'll take her in despite, From Hammon and the devil, were he by, If it be not my Iane, what remedy? Hereof am I sure, I shall live till I die, Although I never with a woman lie. Thou he with a woman to build nothing but Cripplegates! Well, God sends fools fortune, and it may be he may light upon his matrimony by such a device, for wedding and hanging goes by destiny. How happy am I by embracing thee, Oh I did fear such cross mishaps did reign, That I should never see my Rose again. Sweet Lacie, since fair Opportunity Offers herself to further our escape, Let not too overfond esteem of me Hinder that happy hour, invent the means, And Rose will follow thee through all the world. Oh how I surfeit with excess of joy, Made happy by thy rich perfection, But since thou payest sweet interest to my hopes, Redoubling love on love, let me once more, Like to a bold faced debtor crave of thee, This night to steal abroad, and at Eyre's house, Who now by death of certain Aldermen, Is Maior of London, and my master once, Meet thou thy Lacie where in spite of change, Your father's anger, and mine uncles hate, Our happy nuptials will me consummate. Oh God, what will you do mistress? shift for yourself, your father is at hand, he's coming, he's coming, master Lacie hide yourself in my mistress, for God's sake shift for yourselves.
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By this shoe said he, how am I amasde At this strange accident? vpon my life, This was the verie shoe I gaue my wife When I was prest for France, since when alas, I neuer could heare of her: it is the same, And Hammons Bride no other but my Iane. Snailes Raph thou hast lost thy part of thrée pots, a countrieman of mine gaue me to breakfast. I care not, I haue found a better thing. A thing? away, is it a mans thing, or a womans thing? Firke, dost thou know this shooe? No by my troth, neither doth that know me? I haue no acquaintance with it, tis a méere stranger to me. Why then I do, this shooe I durst be sworne Once couered the instep of my Iane: This is her size, her breadth, thus trod my loue, These true loue knots I prickt, I hold my life, By this old shooe I shall finde out my wife. Ha ha old shoo, that wert new, how a murren came this ague fit of foolishnes vpon thee? Thus Firke, euen now here came a seruingman, By this shooe would he haue a new paire made Against to morrow morning for his mistris, Thats to be married to a Gentleman, And why may not this be my swéete Iane? And why maist not thou be my swéete Asse? ha, ha. Wel, laugh, and spare not: but the trueth is this. Against to morrow morning Ile prouide, A lustie crue of honest shoomakers, To watch the going of the bride to church, If she proue Iane, Ile take her in dispite, From Hammon and the diuel, were he by, If it be not my Iane, what remedy? Hereof am I sure, I shall liue till I die, Although I neuer with a woman lie. Thou he with a woman to builde nothing but Cripple-gates! Well, God sends fooles fortune, and it may be he may light vpon his matrimony by such a deuice, for wedding and hanging goes by destiny. How happie am I by embracing thée, Oh I did feare such crosse mishaps did raigne, That I should neuer see my Rose againe. Swéete Lacie, since faire Oportunitie Offers her selfe to furder our escape, Let not too ouer-fond estéeme of me Hinder that happie hower, inuent the meanes, And Rose will follow thée through all the world. Oh how I surfeit with excesse of ioy, Made happie by thy rich perfection, But since thou paist sweete intrest to my hopes, Redoubling loue on loue, let me once more, Like to a bold facde debter craue of thée, This night to steale abroade, and at Eyres house, Who now by death of certaine Aldermen, Is Maior of London, and my master once, Méete thou thy Lacie where in spite of change, Your fathers anger, and mine vncles hate, Our happie nuptialls will me consummate. Oh God, what will you doe mistris? shift for your selfe, your father is at hand, hées comming, hées comming, master Lacie hide your selfe in my mistris, for Gods sake shift for your selues.