The Shoemaker's Holiday, or The Gentle Craft · chunk 28 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 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Tell me good honest fellow where he is, And thou shalt see what I'll bestow of thee. Honest fellow, no sir, not so sir, my profession is the Gentle Craft, I care not for seeing, I love feeling, let me feel it here, aurium tenus, ten pieces of gold, genuum tenus, ten pieces of silver, and then Firk is your man in a new pair of stretchers. Here is an Angel, part of thy reward, Which I will give thee, tell me where he is. No point: shall I betray my brother? no, shall I prove Iudas to Hans? no, shall I cry treason to my corporation? no, I shall be firked and yerked then, but give me your angel, your angel shall tell you. Do so good fellow, 'tis no hurt to thee. Send simpering Sib away. housewife, get you in. Pitchers have ears, and maids have wide mouths: but for Hauns prauns, upon my word tomorrow morning, he and young mistress Rose go to this gear, they shall be married together, by this rush, or else turn Firk to a firkin of butter to tan leather withal. But art thou sure of this? Am I sure that Paul's steeple is a handful higher than London stone? or that the pissing conduit leaks nothing but pure mother Bunch? am I sure I am lusty Firke, God's nails do you think I am so base to gull you? Where are they married? dost thou know the church? I never go to church, but I know the name of it, it is a swearing church, stay a while, 'tis: I by the mass, no, no, 'tis I by my troth, no nor that, 'tis I by my faith, that that, 'tis I by my faiths church under Paul's cross, there they shall be knit like a pair of stockings in matrimony, there they'll be in coney. Upon my life, my Nephew Lacie walks In the disguise of this Dutch shoemaker. Yes forsooth. Doth he not honest fellow? No forsooth, I think Hauns is nobody, but Hans no spirit. My mind misgives me now 'tis so indeed. My cozen speaks the language, knows the trade. Let me request your company my Lord, Your honourable presence may, no doubt, Refrain their headstrong rashness, when myself Going alone perchance may be o'erborne, Shall I request this favour? This, or what else. Then you must rise betimes, for they mean to fall to their hay pass, and repass, pindy-pandy, which hand will you have, very early. My care shall every way equal their haste, This night accept your lodging in my house, The earlier shall we stir, and at Saint faiths Prevent this giddy harebrained nuptial, This traffic of hot love shall yield cold gains, They ban our loves, and we'll forbid their banns. At Saint faiths church thou sayst. Yes, by their troth. Be secret on thy life.
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Tell me good honest fellow where he is, And thou shalt see what Ile bestow of thee. Honest fellow, no sir, not so sir, my profession is the Gentle Craft, I care not for séeing, I loue feeling, let me feele it here, aurium tenus, ten peeces of gold, genuum tenus, ten peeces of siluer, and then Firke is your man in a new paire of strechers. Here is an Angel, part of thy reward, Which I will giue thée, tell me where he is. No point: shal I betray my brother? no, shal I proue Iudas to Hans? no, shall I crie treason to my corporation? no, I shall be firkt and yerkt then, but giue me your angell, your angell shall tel you. Doe so good fellow, tis no hurt to thée. Send simpering Sib away. Huswife, get you in. Pitchers haue eares, and maides haue wide mouthes: but for Hauns prauns, vpon my word to morrow morning, he and yong mistris Rose goe to this géere, they shall be married together, by this rush, or else tourne Firke to a firkin of butter to tanne leather withall. But art thou sure of this? Am I sure that Paules stéeple is a handfull higher then London stone? or that the pissing conduit leakes nothing but pure mother Bunch? am I sure I am lustie Firke, Gods nailes doe you thinke I am so base to gull you? Where are they married? dost thou know the church? I neuer goe to church, but I know the name of it, it is a swearing church, stay a while, tis: I by the mas, no, no, tis I by my troth, no nor that, tis I by my faith, that that, tis I by my Faithes church vnder Paules crosse, there they shall be knit like a paire of stockings in matrimonie, there theile be in conie. Upon my life, my Nephew Lacie walkes In the disguise of this Dutch shoomaker. Yes forsooth. Doth he not honest fellow? No forsooth, I thinke Hauns is no bodie, but Hans no spirite. My mind misgiues me now tis so indéede. My cosen speakes the language, knowes the trade. Let me request your companie my Lord, Your honourable presence may, no doubt, Refraine their head-strong rashnesse, when my selfe Going alone perchance may be oreborne, Shall I request this fauour? This, or what else. Then you must rise betimes, for they meane to fal to their hey passe, and repasse, pindy pandy, which hand will you haue, very earely. My care shal euery way equal their haste, This night accept your lodging in my house, The earlier shal we stir, and at Saint Faithes Preuent this giddy hare-braind nuptiall, This trafficke of hot loue shal yéeld cold gaines, They ban our loues, and wéele forbid their baines. At Saint Faithes church thou saist. Yes, by their troth. Be secret on thy life.