The Shoemaker's Holiday, or The Gentle Craft · chunk 26 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 T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
Your father come, sweet Rose, what shall I do? Where shall I hide me? how shall I escape? A man and want wit in extremity, Come, come, be Hauns still, play the shoemaker, Pull on my shoe. Mas, and that's well remembered. Here comes your father. forward metresse, 'tis vn good skow, it shall vel dute, or ye shall neit betallen. Oh God it pincheth me, what will you do? Your father's presence pincheth, not the shoe. Well done, fit my daughter well, and she shall please thee well. Yaw, yaw, ick weit dat well, for ware 'tis un good shoe, 'tis gi mait van neits leither, see euer mine here. I do believe it, what's the news with you? Please you, the Earl of Lincoln at the gate is newly lighted, and would speak with you. The Earl of Lincoln come speak with me? Well, well, I know his errand: daughter Rose, Send hence your shoemaker, dispatch, have done: Sib, make things handsome: sir boy follow me. Mine uncle come, oh what may this portend? Sweet Rose, this of our love threatens an end. Be not dismayed at this whate'er befall, Rose is thine own, to witness I speak truth, Where thou appoints the place I'll meet with thee, I will not fix a day to follow thee, But presently steal hence, do not reply. Love which gave strength to bear my father's hate, Shall now add wings to further our escape. Believe me, on my credit I speak truth, Since first your nephew Lacie went to France, I have not seen him. It seemed strange to me, When Dodger told me that he staid behind, Neglecting the high charge the King imposed. Trust me (sir Roger Otly) I did think Your counsel had given head to this attempt, Drawn to it by the love he bears your child. Here I did hope to find him in your house, But now I see mine error, and confess My judgement wronged you by conceiving so. Lodge in my house, say you? trust me my Lord, I love your Nephew Lacie too too dearly So much to wrong his honour, and he hath done so, That first gave him advise to stay from France. To witness I speak truth, I let you know How careful I have been to keep my daughter Free from all conference, or speech of him, Not that I scorn your Nephew, but in love I bear your honour, lest your noble blood, Should by my mean worth be dishonoured. How far the churls tongue wanders from his heart, Well, well sir Roger Otley I believe you, With more than many thanks for the kind love, So much you seem to bear me: but my Lord, Let me request your help to seek my Nephew, Whom if I find, I'll straight embark for France, So shall my Rose be free, your thoughts at rest, And much care die which now dies in my breast.
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Your father come, swéete Rose, what shall I doe? Where shall I hide me? how shall I escape? A man and want wit in extremitie, Come, come, be Hauns still, play the shoomaker, Pull on my shooe. Mas, and thats well remembred. Here comes your father. Forware metresse, tis vn good skow, it sal vel dute, or ye sal neit betallen. Oh God it pincheth me, what will you do? Your fathers presence pincheth, not the shoo. Well done, fit my daughter well, and shee shall please thee well. Yaw, yaw, ick weit dat well, for ware tis vn good shoo, tis gi mait van neits leither, se ener mine here. I do beléeue it, whats the newes with you? Please you, the Earle of Lincolne at the gate is newly lighted, and would speake with you. The Earle of Lincolne come speake with me? Well, well, I know his errand: daughter Rose, Send hence your shoomaker, dispatch, haue done: Sib, make things handsome: sir boy follow me. Mine vncle come, oh what may this portend? Swéete Rose, this of our loue threatens an end. Be not dismaid at this what ere befall, Rose is thine owne, to witnes I speake truth, Where thou appoints the place Ile méete with thée, I will not fixe a day to follow thée, But presently steale hence, do not replie. Loue which gaue strength to beare my fathers hate, Shall now adde wings to further our escape. Beléeue me, on my credite I speake truth, Since first your nephew Lacie went to France, I haue not seene him. It séemd strange to me, When Dodger told me that he staide behinde, Neglecting the hie charge the King imposed. Trust me (sir Roger Otly) I did thinke Your counsell had giuen head to this attempt, Drawne to it by the loue he beares your child. Here I did hope to find him in your house, But now I sée mine error, and confesse My iudgement wrongd you by conceuing so. Lodge in my house, say you? trust me my Lord, I loue your Nephew Lacie too too dearely So much to wrong his honor, and he hath done so, That first gaue him aduise to stay from France. To witnesse I speake truth, I let you know How carefull I haue beene to kéepe my daughter Frée from all conference, or spéech of him, Not that I skorne your Nephew, but in loue I beare your honour, least your noble bloud, Should by my meane worth be dishonoured. How far the churles tongue wanders from his hart, Well, well sir Roger Otley I beléeue you, With more then many thankes for the kind loue, So much you séeme to beare me: but my Lord, Let me request your helpe to séeke my Nephew, Whom if I find, Ile straight embarke for France, So shal my Rose be frée, your thoughts at rest, And much care die which now dies in my brest.