The Shoemaker's Holiday, or The Gentle Craft · chunk 30 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 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Go, vanish, vanish, avaunt I say: by the lord of Ludgate, it's a mad life to be a lord Mayor, it's a stirring life, a fine life, a velvet life, a careful life. Well Simon Eyre, yet set a good face on it, in the honour of saint Hugh. Soft, the king this day comes to dine with me, to see my new buildings, his majesty is welcome, he shall have good cheer, delicate cheer, princely cheer. This day my fellow prentices of London come to dine with me too, they shall have fine cheer, gentlemanlike cheer. I promised the mad Cappadodians, when we all served at the Conduit together, that if ever I came to be Mayor of London, I would feast them all, and I'll do't, I'll do't by the life of Pharaoh, by this beard Sim Eire will be no flincher. Besides, I have procured, that upon every Shrove-Tuesday, at the sound of the pancake bell: my fine dapper Allyrian lads, shall clap up their shop windows, and away, this is the day, and this day they shall do't, they shall do't: boys, that day are you free, let master's care, and prentices shall pray for Simon Eyre. Come Rafe, stand to it Firk: my masters, as we are the brave bloods of the shoemakers, heirs apparent to saint Hugh, and perpetual benefactors to all good fellows: thou shalt have no wrong, were Hammon a king of spades, he should not delve in thy close without thy sufferance: but tell me Rafe, art thou sure 'tis thy wife? Am I sure this is Firke? This morning when I stroked on her shoes, I looked upon her, and she upon me, and sighed, asked me if ever I knew one Rafe. Yes said I: for his sake said she (tears standing in her eyes) and for thou art somewhat like him, spend this piece of gold: I took it: my lame leg, and my travel beyond sea made me unknown, all is one for that, I know she's mine. Did she give thee this gold? O glorious glittering gold; she's thine own, 'tis thy wife, and she loves thee, for I'll stand to't, there's no woman will give gold to any man, but she thinks better of him than she thinks of them she gives silver to: and for Hamon, neither Hamon nor Hangman shall wrong thee in London: Is not òur old master Eire lord Mayor? Speak my hearts. Yes, and Hamon shall know it to his cost. Peace my bullies, yonder they come. Stand to't my hearts, Firk, let me speak first. No Rafe, let me: Hammon, whither away so early? Unmannerly rude slave, what's that to thee? To him sir? yes sir, and to me, and others: good morrow Iane, how dost thou? good Lord, how the world is changed with you, God be thanked. villains, hands off, how dare you touch my love? villains? down with them, cry clubs for prentices.
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Goe, vanish, vanish, auaunt I say: by the lorde of Ludgate, its a madde life to be a lorde Mayor, its a stirring life, a fine life, a veluet life, a carefull life. Well Simon Eyre, yet set a good face on it, in the honor of sainct Hugh. Soft, the king this day comes to dine with me, to see my new buildings, his maiesty is welcome, he shal haue good chéere, delicate cheere, princely cheere. This day my felow prentises of London come to dine with me too, they shall haue fine cheere, gentlemanlike cheere. I promised the mad Cappidosians, when we all serued at the Conduit together, that if euer I came to be Mayor of London, I woould feast them al, and Ile doot, Ile doot by the life of Pharaoh, by this beard Sim Eire wil be no flincher. Besides, I haue procurd, that vpon euery Shrouetuesday, at the sound of the pancake bell: my fine dapper Allyrian lads, shall clap vp their shop windows, and away, this is the day, and this day they shall doot, they shall doot: boyes, that day are you frée, let masters care, and prentises shall pray for Simon Eyre. Come Rafe, stand to it Firke: my masters, as we are the braue bloods of the shooemakers, heires apparant to saint Hugh, and perpetuall benefactors to all good fellowes▪ thou shalt haue no wrong, were Hammon a king of spades, he should not delue in thy close without thy sufferaunce: but tell me Rafe, art thou sure tis thy wife? Am I sure this is Firke? This morning when I strokte on her shooes, I lookte vpon her, and she vpon me, and sighed, askte me if euer I knew one Rafe. Yes sayde I: for his sake saide she (teares standing in her eyes) and for thou art somewhat like him, spend this péece of golde: I tooke it: my lame leg, and my trauel beyond sea made me vnknown, all is one for that, I know shées mine. Did she giue thée this gold? O glorious glittering gold; shées thine owne, tis thy wife, and she loues thée, for Ile stand toot, theres no woman will giue golde to any man, but she thinkes better of him than she thinkes of them shee giues siluer to: and for Hamon, neither Hamon nor Hangman shall wrong thée in London: Is not òur olde maister Eire lord Mayor? Speake my hearts. Yes, and Hamon shall know it to his cost. Peace my bullies, yonder they come. Stand toot my hearts, Firke, let me speake first. No Rafe, let me: Hammon, whither away so earely? Unmannerly rude slaue, whats that to thée? To him sir? yes sir, and to me, and others: good morow Iane, how dost thou? good Lord, how the world is changed with you, God be thanked. Villaines, handes off, howe dare you touch my loue? villaines? downe with them, cry clubs for prentises.