The Shoemaker's Holiday, or The Gentle Craft · chunk 31 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 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
How, my hearts touch her Hamon? yea and more than that, we'll carry her away with us. My masters and gentlemen, never draw your bird spits, shoemakers are steel to the back, men every inch of them, all spirit. Well, and what of all this? I'll show you: Iane, dost thou know this man? 'tis Rafe I can tell thee: nay, 'tis he in faith, though he be lamed by the wars, yet look not strange, but run to him, fold him about the neck and kiss him. Lives then my husband? oh God let me go, Let me embrace my Rafe. What means my Iane? Nay, what meant yond to tell me he was slain? Pardon me dear love for being misled, 'twas rumoured here in London thou wert dead. Thou seest he lives: Lass, go pack home with him: now M. Hamon, where's your mistress your wife? 'swounds M. fight for her, will you thus lose her? Down with that creature, clubs, down with him. Hold, hold. Hold fool, sirs he shall do no wrong, Will my Iane leave me thus, and break her faith? Yea sir, she must sir, she shall sir, what then? mend it. Hark fellow Rafe, follow my counsel, set the wench in the midst, and let her choose her man, and let her be his woman. Whom should I choose? whom should my thoughts affect? But him whom heaven hath made to be my love, Thou art my husband and these humble weeds, Makes thee more beautiful than all his wealth, Therefore I will but put off his attire, Returning it into the owner's hand, And after ever be thy constant wife. Not a rag Iane, the law's on our side, he that sows in another man's ground forfeits his harvest, get thee home Rafe, follow him Iane, he shall not have so much as a busk point from thee. Stand to that Rafe, the appurtenances are thine own, Hammon, look not at her. O 'swounds no. Blue coat be quiet, we'll give you a new livery else, we'll make shrove Tuesday Saint George's day for you: look not Hammon, leer not, Ile Firk you, for thy head now, one glance, one sheeps eye, any thing at her, touch not a rag, lest I and my brethren beat you to clouts. Come master Hammon, there's no striving here. Good fellows, hear me speak: and honest Rafe, Whom I have injured most by loving Iane, Mark what I offer thee: here in fair gold Is twenty pound, I'll give it for thy Iane, If this content thee not, thou shalt have more. Saddle not thy wife Rafe, make her not a whore. Say, wilt thou freely cease thy claim in her, And let her be my wife? No, do not Rafe. Sirrah Hammon Hammon, dost thou think a Shoemaker is so base, to be a bawd to his own wife for commodity, take thy gold, choke with it, were I not lame, I would make thee eat thy words.
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How, my hearts touch her Hamon? yea and more than that, wéele carry her away with vs. My maisters and gentlemen, neuer draw your bird spittes, shooemakers are steele to the backe, men euery inch of them, al spirite. Wel, and what of all this? Ile shew you: Iane, dost thou know this man? tis Rafe I can tell thee: nay, tis he in faith, though he be lamde by the warres, yet looke not strange, but run to him, fold him about the necke and kisse him. Liues then my husband? oh God let me go, Let me embrace my Rafe. What meanes my Iane? Nay, what meant yon to tell me he was slaine? Pardon me deare loue for being misled, Twas rumord here in London thou wert dead. Thou séest he liues: Lasse, goe packe home with him: now M. Hamon, wheres your mistris your wife? Swounds M. fight for her, will you thus lose her? Downe with that creature, clubs, downe with him. Hold, hold. Hold foole, sirs he shal do no wrong, Wil my Iane leaue me thus, and breake her faith? Yea sir, she must sir, she shal sir, what then? mend it. Hearke fellow Rafe, folowe my counsel, set the wench in the midst, and let her chuse her man, and let her be his woman. Whom should I choose? whom should my thoughts affect? But him whom heauen hath made to be my loue, Thou art my husband and these humble wéedes, Makes thée more beautiful then all his wealth, Therefore I wil but put off his attire, Returning it into the owners hand, And after euer be thy constant wife. Not a ragge Iane, the law's on our side, he that sowes in another mans ground forsets his haruest, get thée home Rafe, follow him Iane, he shall not haue so much as a buske point from thée. Stand to that Rafe, the appurtenances are thine owne, Hammon, looke not at her. O swounds no. Blew coate be quiet, wéele giue you a new liuerie else, wéele make Shroue Tuesday Saint Georges day for you: looke not Hammon, leare not, Ile Firke you, for thy head now, one glance, one shéepes eie, any thing at her, touch not a ragge, least I and my brethren beate you to clowtes. Come master Hammon, theres no striuing here. Good fellowes, heare me speake: and honest Rafe, Whom I haue iniured most by louing Iane, Marke what I offer thée: here in faire gold Is twentie pound, Ile giue it for thy Iane, If this content thée not, thou shalt haue more. Sell not thy wife Rafe, make her not a whore. Say, wilt thou fréely cease thy claime in her, And let her be my wife? No, do not Rafe. Sirra Hammon Hammon, dost thou thinke a Shooe-maker is so base, to bee a bawde to his owne wife for commoditie, take thy golde, choake with it, were I not lame, I would make thée eate thy words.